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mamayan · 9 months

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Hi! and wow! I actually never made a request on tumblr before today. To get to the point: Tumblr is lacking in Sanemi Shinazugawa content so bad (your Yobai writing was so perfect btw!!!) I would LOVE it of you made a arranged marriage fic of reader x Sanemi or maybe a college bully sanemi x teacher reader or something ^^ im not picky but i love to see what you would do with it!! 💕XOXO

Nonnie I’m so glad you slid in my box with these treasures, like goodness I sort of want to write both, but I wouldn’t do them justice in just one ask. How’s this? If you like how I write this, throw another ask in for the arranged marriage. I’m feeling this modern AU right now♥️

College AU: Bully! Student! Sanemi Shinazugawa x Professor! Fem! Reader

tw: NSFW • Modern AU • Taboo Relationship (Student x Teacher) • Reader has hair long enough to pull and is shorter than Sanemi here • Blackmail • Spanking • Oral (M) • Fingering (F) • Rough Sex • Degradation/Mild Humiliation

“Mr. Shinazugawa, thank you for coming in today.” You sat perched like a little bird behind your desk, ass scooted as far to the edge of the seat as possible with your legs crossed. Your pencil skirt, with a slit up the leg, revealed your soft skin for his dark gaze as he lazily slides into the leather plush seat in front of your desk.

It’s just after your office hours had closed, the campus winding down for the evening as classes finished up.

Your pretty face was serious, lips set in a grim line as you faced him with your hands folded in your lap. He felt his irritation spike as your pathetic display of posturing in front of him. His face didn’t hide his disdain either, sneering at you as he leaned back and spread his arms over the back of the chair, legs spread wide as he slouches disrespectfully. “What’s up Doc,” he calls your title with hardly any care, rolling the words like one might speak to an old friend and not their college Professor. You’d earned your doctorate, unlike this trouble child turned demon.

Unfortunately you couldn’t have him expelled, the Ubuyashiki family whom owned and founded this prestigious University being on very good terms with Sanemi’s family. The only time you saw him behave with even a semblance of human decency was in front of the the chairman, but Kagaya is a young man of a calm and patient disposition, far to lenient with Sanemi by your personal standards. The man in question nothing short of a delinquent, face covered in menacing scars with his white hair gelled back, amethyst eyes being eerily similar to that of a wild animal.

Unhinged, violent, a bully.

One too many students had complained to you, some even sent to the hospital, and it was Kagaya Ubuyashiki himself who’d asked for your help personally. Explaining that Sanemi needed your assistance and guidance to find the right path. He’d buttered you up so well you’d caved and agreed to have a one on one with the vibrating feral dog before you.

“I think you have some idea of why you’re here Mr. Shinazugawa. Despite your incredible aptitude in my class, and from what I hear from my colleagues, their classes as well… you’ve not given the same courtesy towards your fellow students and professors.” It was putting it as politely as possible, because this man nearly killed the department head of Astronomy. Granted, that Professor was a dirtbag and had been bumping up grades for sexual favors from his students, but you certainly didn’t condone that sort of savagery. No matter how good it felt to see him in a wheel chair looking defeated and broken. That was only one instance though, his multiple fist fights on campus, destruction of property, and overall cruel disposition made him a hazard.

Sanemi merely rolled his eyes, smirking when he caught your eye twitch in irritation. “So what? This a fuckin’ intervention baby?” You startled at the intimate nickname, becoming enraged at his teeth baring grin. “You wanna fix me or somethin’? I might think about it if you get on your knees and suck my cock.” His snicker of amusement and wide provocative eyes were roaring to match your rage.

“If you don’t take this seriously Mr. Shinazugawa—,” the moment you stood to point a finger, he was standing too.

Towering over you, his smile gone and person radiating bloodlust. He didn’t step forward, didn’t need to if he wanted to make a point, because even just him standing doing absolutely nothing was enough to send a shiver of fear down your spine and choke on your next words.

“If I don’t take this seriously… then what Ms. PhD? Hmm? You’ll do fuckin’ what?” His voice had dropped an octave and the baritone of his timber was nothing if not damn terrifying. You briefly wondered if you’d get fired for throwing yourself out the window behind you, because this was ridiculously scary. You should’ve made Mr. Ubuyashiki stay, your confidence draining with the blood from your face. His dark expression doesn’t change, but he’s drinking in your fearful expression and cautious widening eyes with inner glee. You couldn’t see it, but the little lip quiver and your eyes getting watery had him rock hard, fully enjoying the submissive display and making his teeth ache to sink into the pretty skin you so boldly flashed when you uncrossed your legs to stand. “What’s wrong? You were so damn ready to lay into me, now you wanna be cute and quiet?” His teasing edge was more mocking and dripping with ridicule than he intended, but the affect he wanted was the same.

Stroking those flames of yours higher.

“This is highly is inappropriate—,”

“Like masturbating in your office on the weekend?” You physically freeze, face falling as horror dawns on you.

“If we want to talk about inappropriate, then why don’t you face the mirror on yourself.” His smile only grows with your anxiety.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about—,” he laughs, digging his phone quickly from his pocket and unlocking it swiftly. When he faces the screen towards you, there’s a video playing.

Of you. Doing exactly that, two fingers shoved down your skirt when you quietly pant and work yourself over, leaning against your desk. It’s way to HD and close up to be anything else but a hidden camera on your desk no less, panic flooding yourself as you swipe off the papers looking for whatever the hell held the device. All the while in your frantic search, Sanemi let the video continue at full volume, your little gasps and moans getting louder as you gasp now for air for different reasons.

It’s in your name plate. Nearly invisible but you find it and nearly tear it apart with shaking hands as you look at up at his evil face grinning down at you.

He likes that the cocky pretentious look on your face is gone. “Who’d have thought the golden Professor around here would be such a fucking slut when no one is looking. All these books and numbers must not satisfy huh?” You wanted to scream at him.

“Y-you set this up…? Why?” You couldn’t fathom it at all, why the devil incarnate would do such a nasty thing. Did he want you gone? If so, he could easily convince Ubuyashiki, so it must just be to torment you. You’d never had a confrontation with him until today though, and that video was taken weeks ago. Your pretty eyes pricked with tears could only look at him in complete disbelief.

“Why? Are you fucking kidding me right now? It seems your brain is only book smart baby, of course it’s because I wanted to.” His sneering grin is absolute in it’s intention to hurt. Even as tears spill and you’re forced to reconcile not only are you likely getting fired from your dream job, but he’s probably going to spread it all over the Internet. You’d never get hired anywhere else if that gets out. It’s not like it’s revenge porn or something like that, it’s clearly your office on campus during work hours.

“Looks like I’m not the only freak around here, isn’t that right Doctor?” He moves now, shutting the video off and sliding his phone back in his pocket, stepping around your desk towards you. You don’t have much room to step back before you’re up against the wall. His body boxing you in as his arms shoot out and palms slap flat on either side of your head, your flinch goes ignored as he leans down nearly close enough to kiss you.

He smells like something sweet, juxtaposed to his cruel and serious expression.

“You wanna keep your job and dignity?” You don’t want to let the tears fall, but they do.

You nod anyway, even as you pathetically sniffle and glare up at him hatefully. It’s got all the venom of a bunny to him.

“Then get on your knees. I wasn’t fuckin’ kidding earlier.”

You hate him and yourself. You told yourself this job was stressful, justified your dirty secret, but it ended up being the nail in your coffin. This would be another though.

“B-but you’re my student…”

“It didn’t stop you from fucking your fingers in here, so I don’t really see a problem.” It’s like you swallowed a lead weight as you move to kneel like he asked, not looking at him even as he refuses to give you more space, still leaning against the wall behind you.

It gives him a great view to look down on you, your form quaking and so unwilling he wanted to laugh. You were acting tough still.

His pants are baggy and loose, the denim waist band barely on his hips and you can see up his shirt now, the hard lines of muscle on his torso and soft smatter of hair down his navel into his waist band.

He’s not wearing boxers.

“I suggest you fuckin’ hurry before I start looking for somethin’ to post to end my boredom.” His words light a fire under you, hands moving swiftly and desperately now. It has him grinning savagely, watching you easily pull his pants down and expose his hard leaking cock to the cool air.

He lets you pause for a second, feasting on the hesitation and awe you express as you lightly grip him. Your fingers don’t touch all the way around. It drives him wild as he bucks his hips, hissing in pleasure as you finally lick his tip tentatively.

“A bitch who fucks herself in her office doesn’t kitten lick cock,” his threat is there, and you force yourself to open up and take him in your hot mouth.

He’s loud as he moans, and when you cringe back from his little thrust deeper into your mouth, he steps forward to press you back against the wall. Seeing you pinned, looking up at him with your mouth full of his cock, almost makes him cum on the spot.

Almost.

Instead he pulls out slowly, your hands on his thighs as if that’ll stop him from going too deep. When it’s only his tip in, he slams back forward, laughing at your tears spilling and mouth sputtering around him. Your throat gagging and constricting as he stretches the thin tight airway until it burns, pulling back slowly again and repeating until all you can think about is the cock in your throat and the scent of something sweet, like a confectionery.

He didn’t think it’d feel so good. The sight of you deep throating him and the feeling of your mouth on his cock far too amazing to stop himself from an early ejaculation.

Unfortunately for you, he comes a lot. Thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat, the surprise of it causing you to cough, making some of it go up and out your nose as the jolt of pain brings a fresh wave of tears.

“Fuck—, you better swallow all of it,” he all but snarls down at you, looking feral and rabid as he works his hips and cock around in your mouth while you struggle to obey.

When he pulls out finally, load emptied in your stomach, his hand reaches down and grips your jaw. The force of it making your sore jaw and mouth open back up, and it’s too late to close before his spit lands on your tongue. You try to jerk away, to spit it out as the humiliation washes over you, but he’s stronger. Forcing your head back against the wall, he clamps your jaw shut, laughing as you nearly bite through your own tongue in frustration.

“Don’t piss me off, fuckin’ swallow it.” You like him more when he’s being teasing and mean, not this serious Sanemi which invokes fear and commands your obedience.

You swallow, hatefully you swallow and even more hatefully curse him in your mind because you were aroused. Painfully aching and panties soaked to your embarrassment. He smiles, not the twisted kind but approvingly, as you listen. The indignant and humiliated look on your face absolutely adorable covered in your own tears and his cum. He’s nice not to make you wipe it off and lick it up this time.

“Stand up,” he doesn’t wait for you to follow, sure that you’ll try and take your sweet ass time and he sadly only has half and hour left with you by appointment standards. You were after all the most beloved Professor on campus, and many people wanted your time. He wasn’t different in that sense, but he also isn’t content to play the part of a good student and wait for you to fall in love with him like some stupid romance movie.

He’d much rather you like this.

Sanemi manhandles you until he’s seated in your desk chair, pulling you into his lap, back against his chest. You aren’t given time to protest when he yanks up your skirt and uses his thick thighs to spread your own.

Feeling him against you like this, you realize he’s all muscle. Not a soft spot to be found, as he tears off your underwear next, exposing your cunt to the cool air as you feel his cock hardening again beneath your ass.

“S-Sanemi—!?” He opens your cute little blouse up next, batting your hands away easily to yank your bra down and reveal your breasts and hardened nipples.

“Fuck you’re soaked, you like suckin’ my cock that much?” He ignores your whine of protest, your efforts to stop him minimal and half hearted, especially when he lets his rough thick fingers trail through the copious arousal dripping from your pussy right now. “Should I have kept going? See if you’d cum just from fucking your mouth?” He cups your face and turns your head to look at him, unable to stop the hoarse moan that leaves you when he sinks a finger inside your tight heat. “Y-you’re wrong…” you still stubbornly glare and argue back, eyes still sparked with defiance he found delicious.

“Oh? So this isn’t from sucking my cock? Then what’s it from, watching yourself get off again in this office? You a fuckin’ exhibitionist or something?” He’s teasing as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of you, the wet noises echoing in your office and stifling your next words as you pant and weakly grip behind you onto his shirt.

“If that’s the case, I don’t mind turning us around and drawing back the curtains…” he speaks the words softly, right into your ear as he licks the shell of it, your pussy clamping down hard on his finger. Your office faced the main part of campus, even in the evening students and teachers walked that area.

He chuckles, “You really like the sound of that, don’t you whore?” You gasp as he adds a second, gritting your teeth to stop the sounds of pleasure from spilling freely.

“Fu-fuck you—!” Your words drip venom, but he only sighs, as if disappointed in your answer. Shaking his head as if there’s nothing he can do about it.

“That’s the point baby, I’m going to fuck you,” he effortlessly lifts you up with one arm around your middle, the iron bar that is his arm suffocating as you struggle. He slips his fingers out, the gooey trail of slick connecting his fingers to your pussy making his cock twitch as he rubs the leftovers on the tip, slicking himself up as he lines himself with your entrance.

“Just like this,” he lets gravity do the work, and you’re so wet it slides in despite the a sting and ache of the stretch, his girth splitting you.

“Hah!” You try to jerk off, but he keeps your from doing so with his arm still wrapped around you, groaning as your pussy begins to spasm and tighten up painfully.

“Holy fuck are you coming? Shitttt,” He’s delirious with pleasure, your orgasm wrecking you both as you twitch and moan, struggling to even breathe as your body betrays your mind. It feels too good. All of it. Your legs spread wide and his cock in full view splitting you open as you cum around him. He can’t stop himself from rutting up into you, cursing your gummy walls as they massage and strangle his dick, pumping his cock as your pussy gushes slick.

“Shit you really are a slut, to cum all over your student’s cock like a bitch in heat, and I’ve hardly touched you, ah,” his head tilts back, both hands now anchoring your hips as he bounces you, tip hitting your deepest parts as you cry and moan. Quick to be overwhelmed and overstimulated.

When his balls draw tight, he shoves you off him roughly, forcing you to hit the desk as he pushes your face down into the homework you had been grading earlier. He hunches over you, sliding back inside from behind as he yanks your hips up when your legs try to buckle.

“Not fuckin’ done with you—!” He looks enraged, face flushed bright red as he pants, watching his thick cock get swallowed over and over again inside you. “Not done ever actually,” he laughs, moving his hand off your face to sink into your hair, gripping a fist full and yanking your head back. Your cries are no longer muffled, your tear and drool covered face now sporting a few ink stains as he really begins bucking his hips, using your hair as leverage to keep you in place.

Your body seizes up again, another hard orgasm rushing up as Sanemi lands a sharp slap against your right ass cheek. Then the left side. “Fuck yes, clench your pussy just like that!” He’s speaking through his teeth, hissing in pleasure as he paints your ass with his hand, loving how tight you get on impact and how wet you are.

“Sanemi—m’gonna cum—!” Your tongue feels swollen as you speak, mumbling out your words as your peak approaches. You aren’t even thinking anymore, his cock turning you stupid as he grunts and continues his savage pace.

“Bet it’s been forever,” he laughs, “—no, I bet you’ve never had this pretty pussy fucked like this before, have you?” You’re out of it, too drunk on the high to comprehend his words. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna fuck you like this everyday, you’re not ever gonna forget how it feels for me to fill this pussy—!” He flinches as you cum, moaning long and loud as his cock succumbs to the pleasure and he follows you close after. His balls taunt with tension as his dick works to fill you up just like he said.

He lets you drop back to the desk as he pants, skin sweaty as he wipes his forehead and looks down at you.

You’re heaving too, limp and drooling as you recover slower than him. Your clothes completely in disarray as you lay mostly exposed. He lets his dick slide out slowly, softening just a little and helping him ease out as he watches a well of white begin to ooze out of you and onto the fancy pristine wood flooring below, your legs trembling in the cute black heels you sported.

Sanemi reaches over you wordlessly, to the potted plant which has decorated your desk even longer than your new name plate.

He pockets the little camera hidden in it, before he starts yanking up his pants and fixing his clothes.

As he walks around your desk, he looks down just as you look up. His smile disgusting as he quietly says, “Thanks for the fun. I’ll see you the same time tomorrow Ms. Slut,” he laughs at the rage bleeding into your eyes again.

He’ll enjoy re-watching your first time together tonight when he can get the footage uploaded to his computer. Tomorrow he’ll be sure to take you from a new angle.

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kwrittink · 4 years

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Pairing: Best Friend!Reader x Non Idol!Im JaeBeom

Genre: FTL, Smut (pwp with little plot tbh)

Warnings: language, mentions of cheating, explicit intercourse, fem!oral, unprotected intercourse

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You couldn't handle this anymore. Every aspect of it, of your relationship, you were hating it. But the worse part was, you didn't have any reason to, all of it was bordering perfect. The guy was sweet, treated you well, wasn't prone to cheating, loved you to bits. It just sucked to fall out of love, more to someone like that, so undeserving.

Well, you couldn't exactly say you fell out of love, since the feeling wasn't really present for your partner, unfortunately. You liked the dumbass that asked you out two years ago, but couldn't stand him anymore. And once you start hating the way someone breathes, that's a sign that you probably should leave them.

Before fantasies of making him stop breathing altogether became a reality.

Why were you dating him, again?

Oh, yeah. "Drunk again, huh?" The voice of your best friend JaeBeom dragged you out of your rage-filled mind, glare once trying to drill holes on the skull of your idiot lightweight of a boyfriend turning to the man that effectively held every piece of your sanity at that point. "What was it now? Him trying to match your pace?"

"He's barely conscious, mixed a ton of drinks because he was feeling petty and now I've got to make sure he doesn't choke on his own vomit." You rolled your eyes, crossed arms over your chest not budging even when JaeBeom sat next to you, arm pulling the opposite shoulder towards him, in a consoling gesture.

He snickered. "What he had to be petty about now?"

"Well for starters..." You were going to start rambling what you've already told your other friend. Well, you sent her a long audio message, for when she woke up while on the way to JaeBeom's place, the only person you knew would definitely be awake at that hour. Besides, I know where all the knives are in my own house, so it was the most sensible choice, you thought to yourself, even if that was a lie. You just wanted to go to your best friend's house, abusing his hospitality and knowing that he'd receive you even with a passed out boyfriend at tow.

"Yes?" As he nudged your shoulder you realized you had halted mid-sentence. You'd consumed your fair share of alcohol as well, though anger had sobered you up pretty quickly. By his side, that was ebbing away slowly. That was one of the reasons you couldn't even start listing reasons for the scene your boyfriend made today. It was all about him.

Licking your lips, you looked away from the man that had been the reason for the failure of that relationship, and every other to come, you'd bet. Because you were since god knows when madly in love for someone that has always considered you part of his family, a little sister, as once was put. "He was jealous." That was all you were willing to offer.

"Of me, again?" He countered, and you tensed up, not understanding how could he be so spot on. You'd never mentioned any of your boyfriend's - fair - jealous episodes to him, nor your partner has let it show in front of your best friend, that you knew of. So how could he come up with something like that?

"That's- Yeah I mean, there were other reasons and-" You mumbled in your astonishment, turning to look at the growing smirk on your friend's face, trying to ignore how that simple expression affected your whole body, even more when he was still holding you close.

"Sure... A guy's pride can get really hurt when the girl he loves tells him he'd never been able to satisfy her in two years," he quipped, and by that point you were livid. That was something you send to your friend, word for word. Or at least, you thought so.

"How would y-"

"Y/N," the whisper shushed you immediately, your mouth gaped as you stared at his smug face while he pulled his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, fingerprint unlocking the screen showing, to your surprise, a five-minute audio message on the display. Turns out you haven't sent the utterly frustrated audio to your friend, that was already tired of listening how much you've been head over heels over a man that you could never be with. You were pretty sure that furious and inebriated you had mentioned something like that in the message, along with other confessions you should have never uttered. "You should start paying attention to who you send some stuff." JaeBeom snickered, making all the blood run off your face. What have you done?

Getting up from the couch, you put some distance between both to think clearly. You wouldn't believe a single thing if he weren't showing you the receipt, cursing inwardly as you tried to avoid panicking. "Uhm, you know that... You weren't supposed to hear that," head between your hands you looked down to the floor, feeling even soberer than before. Any speck of alcohol had been burned with how embarrassed you were. "You know, I was drunk- I-I am drunk actually."

"You sound perfectly sober to me, Y/N." JaeBeom's voice was still in the same calm tone and you had to swallow before looking back up at him. "And remember I've known you my whole life - maybe not as well as I thought but - enough to know when you're serious. This is you as serious as the heart attack you're almost having." The playful teasing went completely over your head as you tried to find a way to deny the whole thing you've said. You didn't want to ruin your friendship with him like that, not over such a silly mistake.

But apparently JaeBeom didn't want to give you space to think. "And I hope he agonizes in his unconscious state, wondering if JaeBeom is fucking me the way he'd never be able to. That was harsh, never thought you could be so mean, babe." He kept going, quoting what you've slurred at the back of the car, the taxi driver even snickering quietly at your little speech. You squeezed your eyes shut, noticing how JaeBeom got up as well, stepping once to tower over you only when his body heat hit you and you could smell him again, the familiar perfume you loved on him and bought a bottle every year for his birthday. "That was good Y/N, but you wanna know what's my favorite part?"

Swallowing thickly, you looked up at his face, noticing even in the dim lights of his living room that his eyes weren't exactly trained on yours, rather lower. You were scared to think about the attention of his gaze. "What?" You answered breathlessly. His smile widened again, barely moving as he pressed play on the audio again, your voice echoing in the room.

'If only I had the chance to hop on JaeBeom I would use my time properly, by bouncing on that cock.' You tensed hearing that the last of your morals caring for the man laid on the neighbor couch you were previously sitting on, not wanting him to hear that and prove himself right.

"I'm sorry I... Sorry-" JaeBeom used his free hand to lift your chin, as you mentioned glancing away from his face, a little frown between his brows.

"Why, don't be sorry. I've been wanting to hear that since god knows when. And it was even better than I could have imagined it." You bit your lower lip at his declaration, unsure of what exactly he meant. You loved JaeBeom and if he was just lusting for you that moment you'd probably give in, but the whole thing would still break the friendship.

The fact that he was so close and barely touching you was also aggravating, which made you anxious, yearning. "JaeBeom, I-"

"I know. But I love you, and I know this is complicated for you right now. I just need you to know the feeling is the same. I won't try anything tho-" It felt like ages before you could move again and when you did, the first impulse was to throw your arms around his neck and crash your mouth on his with desperation, almost making JaeBeom fall back.

True to your word, you barely gave time for JaeBeom to prepare before you literally hopped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist and dragging a surprised sound from your friend. Hearing him say that, so sure and clear made something inside of you snap, whatever chain still weighing you down breaking in a million pieces. Morals be damned, you wouldn't let this opportunity escape.

Securing his stance, JaeBeom let his eyes fall shut and, the hands that once started unsure gripping your waist slid down to take a hold of your ass, lips violently capturing yours.

"You don't waste time, huh?" He panted, as soon as the need for air got urgent. Your fingers grasped the back of his head, lightly scratching his scalp and making JaeBeom shudder as you smiled, eyes still closed.

"Can't wait anymore." Was what you could muster, hearing him groan and press an open-mouthed kiss to the base of your throat, making you moan softly. As he parted to look at you, eyes dark with the lust ignited by your sounds, you realized that, despite the time he was willing to offer you, to get your bearings and do this the proper way, JaeBeom couldn't wait as well. How long have both of you suppressed those feelings? How long you've fooled yourself that you'd be able to get over that man when your heart was in his hands?

In a swift motion, JaeBeom twisted around still holding you securely, getting back to the couch and placing your back against the cushions, his body topping yours in a tight press. You bit your lip as he made quick work of your dress and resumed attacking your neck, trying to suppress the sounds breaching your throat, a quick glance to the side at the still knocked out cold body nearby. Guilt pinched at your chest.

"JaeBeom-"

"You said you wanted him to agonize in his unconsciousness, right? Wondering if I'm fucking you the way he'd never be able to?" The lips once occupied sucking a bruise on the skin beneath your ear interrupted you to mutter those words in a sultry tone that had you shivering. Your mouth gaped at the once more repeated sentence and you wondered how many times had he listened to it to quote that so perfectly. "Want me to fulfill that wish?"

You nearly moaned loudly at the proposal, inner walls of your already damp core clenching as arousal filled you up further. At that moment you knew that as JaeBeom was your sanity, it was also your perdition. You nodded, knowing he'd understand that and felt him smirking against your skin, hands once chastely on your waist sliding back down to grip your now bare bottom, teeth sinking on the sensitive flesh of your neck before starting a new pace, lips traveling down to your chest.

"You're going to be good for me then, huh?" You thought he'd just get to work and wouldn't keep making the mush inside your head that once was a brain work, but there was JaeBeom expecting an answer with hovering a perky nipple, hot breath fanning over it. "Y/N?"

"Pl- Yeah Beom, I'll be good," wherever that came from, the meal turned into speech you had just uttered would make you think later that you were that desperate to be railed by the man that was eating up every sound you were making and gradually losing the grip of his self-control.

"Great. Then let us hear you, babe."

With maybe more strength he intended to, JaeBeom took hold of one breast and grunted before wrapping his lips around the bud, making you yelp loudly at the mix of pain and pleasure it caused. Swirling his tongue once he let your nipple go with a pop, only to rush and take the other one in his mouth, fingertips teasing the slick appendage and sending shockwaves straight to your core, while you tried to catch your breath. If he was being this intense already with only foreplay, you couldn't wait to feel JaeBeom once he got to be inside of you.

And if your expectations of him were high, he wasn't disappointing you, rather exceeding what you had in mind. Lips occupied by teasing your breasts didn't stop JaeBeom's free hand to nonchalantly slip inside your panties, fingers going straight to your slick folds and clit, thumb pressing against the sensitive nub and dragging a wanton moan from your throat, at last having someone other than you touching the poor neglected nerve ending.

As if it wasn't enough, two of his fingers prodded at your entrance, using the overflowing juices to slid them inside with ease and effectively knocked the air out of your lungs as you relished the pain and pleasure of being opened up so suddenly. "So tight and wet," he muttered, letting go of your boob and trailing downwards, peppering your torso with kisses as you writhed underneath him, moaning unrestrained. The presence of your future ex-boyfriend beside you completely ignored.

Too slow he reached the hem of your panties, retreating his fingers only to pop them into his mouth, groaning like he was entranced by your taste. Your face felt hot, either by never having experienced that sight or pure arousal, legs trying to close, and get friction again. Tuting, JaeBeom gripped the back of your knees and shoved them up and apart, exposing you completely to his hungry gaze.

"I can't wait to pound you just how you deserve, babe. But first," he started with a deep and breathy voice, eyeing you up and down like you were a full course meal he intended to enjoy thoroughly, so different from the soft stare your boyfriend gave you before his five-minute performance. JaeBeom looked at you like he was about to devour you. "I have to get you ready to take me, 'kay?" It didn't feel like a question at all so you just heaved, moving to grasp your thighs and keep yourself in place.

The wonders of a good oral were unknown to you, something that you'd only hear about. It wasn't that this other dude wouldn't go down on you, he just couldn't take any hints. He'd never made you cum, though at least you got enough spit on your pussy so his dick wouldn't get in so painfully. Your boyfriend had a great dick, just couldn't use it properly. In JaeBeom's case, you barely needed him to eat you out, already so wet he'd just slip in eas-

"JaeB- fuck!" Your thought process was cut completely as JaeBeom's mouth landed on your engorged clit, not even making an attempt of going slow, suckling at it hard while his tongue flicked at the nub. Your nails dug in your skin, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he did that for a solid thirty seconds and was enough to almost get you to cum. Almost being the keyword, since after the shock he pulled back, smirking pleased at your loud response to his ministrations, looking completely like a beast with his hair in front of his eyes.

"In a bit, babe. I want you to cum on my tongue first." Those were words you thought you'd only hear in your wildest fantasies, but there he was uttering them clearly and with purpose. You whimpered, wanting to reach out and push him back to your boiling core, knowing it wouldn't take long at all to get you to your climax if he kept going with that mouth of his. This time he went slowly, flattening his tongue to slide it across your whole sex, shudders rippling on your body at the feeling of the wet, warm muscle against your folds. The tip of his tongue swirled around your clit with care, flicking the throbbing nerve as he panted against it, hot breath making you twitch. You whined, urging him a little but JaeBeom, with his eyes closed, was too lost on savoring you and all you had to offer him to bother.

A kiss was placed on your mound before he moved again, once more wrapping the plush pillows around swollen flesh and you moaned at the increasing suction and tongue work, but almost screamed at the feeling of his fingers, once forgotten, returned to fill you partially, a come hither motion teasing your whole self into imploding. You weren't exactly sure what would happen but you were sure you'd come soon, and not just once. JaeBeom hummed against you, enjoying the moans that had turned into heavy breaths coming from your wide-open mouth, head thrown back.

Might have been a couple of minutes or mere seconds, but the knot in the pit of your belly snapped, electricity running through your body in waves as you spasmed deliciously around JaeBeom's fingers as he stuck them as deep as he could, working the abused and swollen bundle of nerves to the last of your orgasm. His name echoed in your ears, but maybe that was just you screaming it in the throes of bliss.

"That's it, breathe now babe," he soothed you exactly at the second you stopped clenching, breath heavy with the force of your climax. Fingers retreating, you only heard as he sucked your sweet essence from the digits, the smacking of his lips bringing heat to your whole body. "Breath a bit, tell me when you're ready."

Weakly, you looked at him, watching as he stripped, pulling the loose tee he was using over his head and exposed torso there for admiration. You'd seen the man without a shirt once, but the one in front of you, gleaming under the light with the little sweat on his chest, hair disheveled and stuck to his forehead somehow was closer to a beast than a human. A shiver ran through your whole body as you swallowed dryly, forcing your tongue to aid in the formation of words.

"P-Please Beom, I need you inside of me..." You mumbled, mouth dry and sticky. You watched as he smiled, biting his lower lip, admiring you being already so wrecked while he was just getting started. Hands dropped to his jeans, fingers doing quick work of the button and zipper. Your eyes dropped to observe eagerly, while your lower lip was worried between the teeth.

"I'd like to see your pretty mouth stuffed with my cock but," JaeBeom started, getting up to push the denim and underwear past his knees, one hand taking hold of the length that bobbed after being released. "Now I want you to do like you said, hm?" In the future, the smug expression of his face would probably infuriate you, because he'd know you'd be ready to jump him anytime. But at that moment the smirk only set more fire to your yearning core.

"Like I said?" You asked, taking the offered hand to stand on wobbly legs and giving way for him to sit. JaeBeom nodded, looking amused.

"Come bounce on my cock like you said you would, Y/N." The husky tone literally made your knees shake and you almost choked at the call out. But you said you would, and the opportunity was really presented.

Not wasting another second you straddled his waist, one hand holding his cheek to press your lips on his again, the other reaching between your bodies to grasp his hot girth and tease it on your still slick folds. JaeBeom throbbed, hands now firmly placed on your waist giving a small squeeze to your sides, urging you to put him inside.

"Fuck yeah," was what he grunted against your lips when only the tip was inside your warmth, tongue poking out to lick at your mouth as you panted, lowering yourself on his cock. As you predicted, it felt even better than his fingers, reached deliciously deeper, and made you lightheaded enough to tilt your head and rest it at his shoulder.

"Beom, you're so big inside," you teased, lips against his ear as you gave your hips an experimental swirl. Humming pleased he slid his palms to your ass, pressing down in encouragement to grind with him inside. You abided to the silent request, feeling his head drop by his side at your walls squeezing around him.

You continued the movement till your legs felt stronger, and tried bouncing a little at first, gasping at how his tip was hitting this perfect spot deep inside of you.

"Damn, you're so tight around me babe," He whispered, a lilt to his voice at the end that you perked up a bit to look at his face. Pushing yourself up again you dropped, causing a strained moan to escape, the corners of your lips tugging up at the realization that obviously, JaeBeom could be louder with a little push. It was only fair, he'd made you scream minutes prior, you'd make him feel as good as he was making you feel.

Having an objective in mind made you forget how your muscles were starting to ache, holding to JaeBeom's shoulders as leverage while you began to truly ride him, moaning at how he throbbed inside of you and egging JaeBeom to get vocal as well.

"Fuck babe," you hiccuped, kissing up his jaw just to get closer to his ear again. "F-Feels so good ins-side of me, you're gonna make me c-cum again..." you mumbled while bouncing hard on his lap, a stronger knot forming inside of you. The teasing had some effect, a louder strained grunt echoing on the ambient, his jaw jutted, hips jerking up to meet yours and palms never leaving their spot at your butt, pushing it down as aid. "JaeBeom-"

"Babe, shit! That's it, hmm fuck yourself on my cock like you want to," he went off, humming and hissing at how good you were squeezing him, nearing your orgasm like you vocalized, spasms getting tighter "Come around me like you're meant- I'm right behind you love."

You almost didn't have the strength to get yourself to cum, wasn't by JaeBeom's desperation to get there as well that made him pound up, making the job to only slide back down much easier. At that point, the room was filled with heavy breaths and strings of curses, the scent of impending highs stuck in the air.

"I'm going to cum babe, so close with you m-milking me like th-"

"Please cum inside of me, please!" Your voice was as desperate as you felt, so loud you'd ask yourself how the man sleeping on the couch didn't wake up. "Claim me as yours JaeBeom."

Didn't take him two pumps to start spilling inside of you, arms snaking around your waist to hold you down and take everything he had to give you, the pressure of his tip directly on your cervix, rocketing you immediately to your orgasm. You barely registered, as JaeBeom pressed his head on the crook of your neck, humming and stuttering curses as you went through wave after wave.

You didn't even noticed how JaeBeom had to grasp you firmly to avoid you tipping back, so lost in the bliss.

The only thing that pulled you back were his lips, peppering kisses all over your face until you got back to the real world. He snickered when you looked at him, sighing heavily and weary.

"Hi love, are you okay?" He asked, kissing your cheek tenderly. You hummed and nodded, a smile growing on your lips as you let yourself stay like that a little before you really had to get up and clean yourself.

You looked to the side, snickering upon meeting the drooling face of your still boyfriend, wondering if he'd mind at all you calling one of his friends to pick him up with a little note written that you were over.

Maybe it would be better than him seeing your wrecked state, bruises caused by JaeBeom marking your whole body. You had to have a little mercy left.

#im jaebum x reader #jaebum smut #got7 jaebeom #got7 oneshot

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vivinightingale · 4 years

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Hello! I'm so so happy to see another person doing yugioh reader inserts! We need more in our ranks haha so I saw your post about the Hanahaki disease trope and it really inspired me! If it isn't too much trouble could I request something where the reader has the disease because shes in love with Yugi and Yami has the disease because hes in love with the reader? Like a tragic love triangle but it can have a happy ending if you want ^.^ I cant wait to see more of your stuff!! Ty!

this request hurt my own feelings tbh, but it was fun to write

Hanahaki Disease: An illness born from one sided love, where the victim's throat will fill up with flowers. They will then begin to throw up, or cough up the petals. In serious cases the flowers themselves. There are only two ways to get rid of the said disease. If the person the victim loves loves them back (strong friendship isn't adequate enough) or through surgery. If neither work the victim will suffocate on the flowers resulting in death.

Yami could remember the day he first laid his eyes on (y/n). Class had just started for yugi when the teacher announced a new student would be joining their class. Yami didn't seem to care about the matter until she stepped through the door. It was like the classroom shone a little brighter when she walked in. She introduced herself to the classroom with a beautiful smile before she was seated right beside joey. Something about the girl had caught Yami’s attention, and he wanted to find out. (y/n) quickly made her way into his friend group so they began to hang out more. Every Little thing she did made him more infatuated with her. The way her eyes sparkled when she talked about duel monsters with Yugi and the others, the way she would always laugh at Yugi’s jokes, and the way she smiled at Yugi. Yami was well aware how she longingly stared at Yugi. He wanted nothing more than for her eyes to stare at him like she stares at Yugi, but he knew it wouldn't happen. For he felt the same way about her the way she felt about Yugi, and that was how their trouble started. It started with a few coughs, then blood was mixed in the coughs, not long afterwards petals started to show up. Roses, Sunflowers, and tulips. The two of them felt like they were drowning in this beautiful mess, and did not know how to handle it. The two of them became distant from their friends trying to hide the flowers that fell from their lips. At first thought the two of you were at odds with each other till Yugi visited Yami. Yami tried to play it off acting like everything was okay till it all spilled from his lips. Surprised, Yugi ran to Yami’s side patting his back and counseling him till his coughing fit stopped.

“What happened to you Yami?” Yami looked away as he explained the events leading up to his poor state leaving you her name out. Seeming to connect the dots he took out his phone, sent at text to tea and serenity as them to check on you. For a while Yugi consumed Yami till he finally got a call from tea, and from the sounds of it it was exactly the same thing Yami had.

“Head to the hospital with (y/n), and i'll head over there with Yami.” afterwards he slung Yami’s arm around his shoulder and carried him to the hospital. They were admitted to two different rooms but their friends visited them equally. According to tristan 9y/n) was in worse shape than him which means she has dealt with this illness longer than him. He felt terrible for her. It took awhile for the doctor to show up, and even longer for him to examine Yami.

“Well Mr.Muto i have terrible news for you. It seems you and your friend have a terrible and rare disease that we call Hanhaki.” Yugi raises an eyebrow as Yami coughs more flowers. “What is Hanahaki?” looking sadly over to Yami the doctor explains the disease and effects. “Your friend's (y/l/n) disease is more advanced than yours and if nothing is done the two of you will….die.” A chill ran down both the boys spine as they looked at the doctor with shock.

‘Is there anything we can do?!” Yugi practically screamed at the doctor. “Well their unrequited love could be mutual, however if that is impossible there is always surgery. This surgery however will have its effects. If we remove these flowers then we remove all their feelings for the said person.” the boys looked between them unaware of what they should do. The doctor bowed saying he will be back for their decision. As the doctor left Mai walked in looking as unsure as the boys.

“I'm gonna guess the doctor told you two the same thing they told (y/n)?” they both nodded “Has Yami made a decision?” before Yugi would speak out yami weakly got off the bed “I have, but i need to see (y/n).” mai nodded “Sure thing big man , come on i'll show you to her room.” Mai helped him to (y/n)’s room and usher their friends out when he got there. When he saw her his heart shattered. Blood, and petals dribbled down her mouth, she looked paler than before, and when she looked at him he could tell the light in her eyes was vacant.

“Yami?” she called out “i heard you were going through the same thing. What are you doing here?” He coughed a bit before he walked closer to her bed. “I came here taking a chance.” she weakly raised an eyebrow as he took her nearly cold hand in his own. “(y/n) I have had feelings for you for a long time, but I never wanted to act on these feelings because I saw how you looked at Yugi.” (y/n) looked at him with sadness etched on her face. “Im sorry Yami..”

He shook his head “I figured this was the case , but I had to try Not just for me, but for the both of us.” (Y/n) smiled weakly at him “i appreciate the thought Yami”

Yami squeezed her hand “ You have to tell Yugi, maybe then you can be saved!” (y/n) shook her head. “My body is too weak even if i told him i wouldn't be able to recover properly.” she lightly squeezed his hand “get the surgery Yami.”

Yami shook his head “I can't without you..” “you will be fine Yami, everyone counts on you, and needs you.” before he could say anything he began coughing violently and the nurses came rushing and sending him back to his room.

Yami spent hours wondering if surgery was the right thing. In the end he decided on the surgery it was what (y/n) wanted after all.

Yami’s surgery was successful, he longer had the flowers plaguing his lungs, and his feelings for (y/n) had faded. However (y/n) wasn't so lucky. Her body was too weak to withstand the surgery, and in the end she lost her life. All her friends and family mourned the loss of the bright girl, and no matter how hard he tried Yami couldn't come up with the feelings to the mourn the girl. It was then he wondered if this was truly what (y/n).

💕Requests are open💕

#yugioh #Yu-Gi-Oh #yu gi oh x reader #yami yugi #yami yugi x reader #yugioh x reader #yugi mutou #yugi moto #yugi mutoh #yugi x reader

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miu15 · 3 years

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Endometriosis Vent and story if you want to read. Just a warning i talk about depression and suicide so please dont read if these are your triggers, esecially if you suffer feom endo. I need to just vent and not to a person but just out there.

I just want to live normally. I know normal is a stupid general word, but i want to wake up normal, meaning without pain. I want to walk without pain. I want to be able to work without pain. The pain and bloodloss makes me so fucking tired and slow. I feel stupid for how slow i move and think.

It affects my relationship with people. I always feel like a burden to people because im always complaining. I complain so fucking much. I know i do. Im always talking about how sick i feel. Im always talking about how much in pain im in. Im doing it now. And some days i just want to tear off my mouth and throw it away because even im tired of hearing myself, much less hearing my own thoughts complain about the pain and the fatigue.

I hate my body and the way i look. I hate that my body used to be amazingly fit and beautiful to me but when it got worse I lost the body I made, I put the hours and sweat and care into maintaining, because I loved myself and cared for myself enough to improve my life. I dont look like me, i dont feel like me, instead I'm broken and horrible to look at. Ive heard others talk about how tired and worn out i look and its so easy for them to tell me "try harder to take care of yourself. Take it easy. Take a break. Relax." As if I havent already done that. As if I haven't taken months off because I cant physically stand up. And on the opposite side, its so easy to say "its probably not that bad. Arent you being a little dramatic. You need to work. I understand you're in pain but you have bills to pay. Maybe you should see a therapist. Why dont you talk to a doctor that can actually help you." There is no help. My help is me and the medicine im prescribed and the hope that eventually one doctor will provide me with surgery that actually helps me more than a month.

People who tell me to just ignore it had me believing i could ignore it for years. My first period sent me to the hospital for days at the age of 10. It was scary and painful and in the end the doctors said i had gas and that i need to stop pretending im jn pain for attention or to at least stop screaming so loud in my fake pain. I realize now that was the start of endo, and wasn't until last year, at the age of 23, that i got the mind to actually seek medical help. Even with a diagnosis I tell myself that im not really in pain, that its all in my head. And then i try to walk and sometimes i cant even sit up in bed.

Yeah im fucking depressed. Yeah ive seen a psychiatrist. Yes ive gotten help. Yeah im occasionally suicidal. And yes, I'm very angry. It doesn't feel fair. Thats a very childish thing to say but it feels so true. I lost jobs over this stupid disease. I used to practice ballet. At the beginning i was beautiful and improving greatly. And then it hit me harder than kt ever did before and instead of improving i saw myself rot and lose my technique, my balance, and the posture I held. It sounds so small but this is whats hit me the hardest. I enjoyed thriving. I enjoyed expressing myself with grace and hard work. And it feels like that was all violently stollen from me. Now I wake up in blood and tears even with medication and the hospitals tell me they cant do anything for me other than give me morphine for a couple houra and then send me on my way.

Im done now, im going to bed or at least im going to try to.

#strong vent #vent #endometriosis #triggering themes #potentially triggering #personal stuff

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treatiseongrace · 4 years

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Welcome to my brain... injury

I need to write this out apparently. Memorial day weekend 2020: my patient kicked me in the neck/head. I am a nurse on a traumatic brain injury unit; I am not unaccustomed to violent patients. In all fairness, I was trying to take his belt away after another staff member "lowered" him to the floor. However, he kind of started it by trying to smack me with said belt. I don't blame the guy. He has a severe traumatic brain injury and was very confused, experiencing paranoia. Nevertheless, he kicked me..hard..with work boots on. This detail throws everyone off and I frequently get asked:

Well why was he wearing work boots?

The answer is because I work in an acute rehabilitation hospital. We pick up the pieces after the initial hospital/ICU stay and try to reassemble these people back together as best we can. It's a team effort: doctors, nurses, physical therapists, occupational therapists, speech therapist, psychologists. We dress these people in their own clothes and get them used to their new normals. They spend a significant amount of time outaide of their hospital rooms and gyms and treatment rooms with other patients. They need clothes on, not hospital gowns and socks. They really need to be in solid shoes. Shoes tell alot about a person I have found. Socioeconomic status, lifestyle, and personality can be hinted at when looking at someones shoes. I don't know this patient's work history but since these were the only shoes he had at the hospital, he probably wore them everyday.

The entire scene was a fiasco of epic proportion. But in all honesty, I didn't even feel the kick. The only reason I knew I had been struck was because I had the sensation of the air being knocked out of my throat. I actually turned to my coworker after the patient had been calmed (i.e. IM injected with a heavy sedative) and asked him if the patient hit me. It all happened so fast it didn't seem real.

Yes he hit you...hard.

Fuck. Which ironically was the exact word I had yelled into the phone at the covering physician when I saw a belt flying towards me out of my peripheral vision.

I felt my neck. No bumps or pain but I did feel stiff. I wondered when it was going to start to hurt.

I worked the final 2 hours of my 12 hour shift. Apparently, taking a moment to send out a snapchat to some select friends. I stayed an extra 30 mins overtime trying to chart everything and also fill out an incident report. The neck pain was settling in. Luckily, the weekend supervisor actually witnessed the entire event. We laughed about the craziness of the day.

The headache and neckpain really hit (no pun intended) when I got home. I resolved to call out the next day if I woke up in pain. I was surprised to wake up in the morning feeling perfectly fine. I guess I just needed to sleep! The headache gradually returned throughout the day and I took up the supervisors offer to leave at 3pm. I just needed to rest. I was totally drained. After taking a shower thinking that would loosen my tight neck muscles, I felt the room start to spin and the nausea set in. Of course I call another nurse, one who had worked at my hospital for 30 years. She yelled at me for going to work at all and told me to call work and tell them what was going on. It was loving and I knew thats what I had to do; I just needed someone to tell me that. They told me to go to the ER.

My dad picked me up. He made jokes the whole time and kept easedropping on the patient next door who kept screaming for someone to call "Big Eddy." Shoutout to ER nurses, because she was a handfull.

However, the B team was apparently running the ER that night because no one caught the concussion. They said it was a headache from neck spasm and sent me home with a muscle relaxer and advil. I slept the whole next day. The photophobia and dizziness became unignorable so I went to the occupational health office and saw a nurse practitioner. She skillfully performed a neuro exam and said without a doubt I had a concussion.

Also, did you drive yourself here?

I had. I could tell she was both scared and kind of impressed. I like to believe we had a moment of acknowledging each others "tough badass nurse" personalities. Her diagnosing what those ER docs missed and me pushing through a mild traumatic brain injury. But honestly, thinking back now, she probably thought I was nuts. I, the brain injury nurse, didn't diagnose my own concussion? No, I was in denial. I was an invincible force who juggled 4 to 6 patients with severe injuries for 12+ hours. I was a ringleader in the 3 ring circus of acute rehab. I was an unstoppable 27 year old who kicked ass at being a nurse. One little kick was not going to take me down. Except it did.

Was really excited to catch the nystagmus in my right eye on camera. Well, excited and terrified.

This is really just the beginning of the story. It has now been 3 months since my concussion and I am still not back at work. I have been to many physical, occupational, and speech therapy sessions. I have a new appreciation for what my TBI patients go through. I have gotten a small taste of their world. It fucking blows.

To be continued.

#nurse #concussion #post concussion syndrome #nursing #tw violence #brain injury

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saibh29 · 5 years

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Minor Head Trauma (Part 3)

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Drugs (misuse)

AN: I’m not a doctor, please don’t think my medical advice etc is in any way accurate. Also i’m not American and haven’t been to Chicago so I apologise if my geography or depiction isn’t right.

When an old friend of Ethan Choi show’s up in Chicago ED she’s about to make life very uncomfortable for Will Halstead

Part One Part Two

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Predictably, you had not been allowed to rest when you’d gotten back to the base. After giving your team a debrief of what had actually happened to you the General had then sent you straight back to regular duty. Sometimes he made you wonder whether he was more inclined to be your General or your father. You only thought about it sometimes, because if you tried too hard and really thought about it you were worried you wouldn’t like the answer.

That had been a week ago, your head was pretty much fully healed, you were still getting the occasional headache but it wasn’t anything that was making you suffer too greatly, you suffered much more simply from having to deal with Nolan 24 hours a day.

Rooting around in the pockets of your jeans you found a handful of change and counted it up desperate that it reached the right amount for a large mug of black coffee.

Luckily it seemed your pockets for once were deep enough to scrounge the right coins.

You pushed your way into the tiny coffee shop near the base, it was always filled to the brim with off duty service men and women. Men and women who had more sense than to risk the base’s cafeteria.

Elbowing your way to the front of the queue and glaring at any squaddies that tried to get in your way you ordered your coffee from the overly stressed barista and then fought with another customer who insisted that the coffee you’d ordered was his instead of yours.

By the time you squeezed back out of the café you were once again in a miserable, pissed off mood. What you saw though in front of you shocked you right out of that mood once again.

“Dr Halstead?”

“Captain Y/L/N” he looked almost embarrassed.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was, uh, I was looking for you”

“for me?”

Rubbing at the back of his neck Will took a few steps towards you. “I thought I’d check up on you, on your head”

“My head is fine. I told you, it’s pretty thick” you moved out of the way of a group of squaddies coming through the doors again which put you a bit closer to Will. “How’d you even find me?”

“Oh, uh, Nolan, he had to give a phone number on your arrival to the ED. I rang him, he told me you’d probably be here”

“Ok” frowning you sipped at the coffee in one hand. “next question, why?”

“Why?”

“Why are you ringing Nolan and turning up outside the coffee shop I go to to try and find me?”

Ok, now he really did look embarrassed. It was sort of cute, but didn’t answer your question. “Are you busy? I mean, do you have to head back to the base straight away?”

“I don’t” you did. Why were you saying you didn’t? You were going to get in so much trouble for this. Will was smiling though and your brain wasn’t functioning. “What did you have in mind Dr Halstead?”

“You really need to call me Will”

“You going to stop calling me Captain?”

“Maybe”

He was too charming for his own good, with that little half smile thing he was pulling off, hell the man was just… yummy. “So, what do you want to do Will?”

“Walk with me?” It was getting to be Autumn and even though the chill was starting to settle it was still warm enough to walk without turning into an icicle. “You look good in a uniform Captain”

“You didn’t look bad in your own either Doctor Halstead”

Together you walked down the street, you weren’t in the best area of Chicago and dilapidated social housing marred most of your view. Windows boarded over with chipboard and gang tags sprayed onto them. You didn’t even notice though; you were focused on Will.

Being focused so much on Will was probably what made you miss it, the shadow in the alley coming up in front of you, the hand waving at you and then suddenly the whisper of your name.

“Y/N”

Stalling beside Will you peered around him and found the frantic eyes of your informant. What the hell was he doing this side of Chicago.

“Daniel, what the hell?” you moved quickly pushing him back into the alley out of sight of any curious residents who still had glass in their windows. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you Y/N, real bad like”

The boy was shivering and trembling uncontrollably and the frantic look in his eyes filled you into the problem quite quickly. “Fuck Daniel, you’re strung out”

“Please Y/N…”

“I told you” you snapped “no drugs, I'm not fuelling your addiction”

“Y/N?” Will, crap, he’d followed you into the alley and was looking at Daniel in concern. “He doesn’t look so good”

“He’s fine”

“Y/N…”

“No drugs Daniel. It was our deal”

“I think they were bad” he chattered out “Y/N, I'm not high like usual”

“What?” you weren’t a doctor, you had no idea how different drugs affected the body. Really looking at him though you realised that maybe Will was right. Daniel didn’t look good and you’d seen him at some pretty fucking low points. “Will?”

Will was already moving to Daniel pushing him down onto a broken packing crate, the young man’s trembling seemed to have turned almost violent now and the shivers were racking his whole body.

“What did you take?”

Daniel’s eyes flicked off Will and back to you, not strung out enough to not be naturally nervous of a stranger he didn’t know. “Speak Daniel, he’s safe”

“Don’t know” you could barely understand him, he was finding it difficult to speak from the chattering of his teeth. “They gave me a syringe”

“You fucking idiot, and you just took it?”

“I had no choice”

“Y/N, we need to get him to the ED” Will was pressing his fingers onto various parts of Daniels body, obviously looking for something.

“How did you get here?”

“Drove”

“Let’s go then”

Will got his shoulder underneath Daniel’s arm and helped get the younger man back up to his feet he then rooted around in his pocket throwing his car keys at you. “I want to keep an eye on him, you drive” Will pointed back down the street. “Car’s that way”

That was quite a decent distance to go in broad daylight. The last thing Daniel, or you for that matter, needed was to be seen together. “Wait”

Pulling off your jacket you removed the top layer of your uniform, the simple khaki fleece, put the jacket back on and then shoved Daniel’s skinny arms through the fleece which also had a hood thank the lord, you pulled that over Daniel’s head.

Will thankfully didn’t question this just held Daniel still enough for you to dress him. When you were as happy as you could be that no one would be able to recognise him you nodded at Will. “Let’s get him to hospital”

Will bundled Daniel into the back seat of his car getting in as well and you started up the engine. Your driving skills had been honed in a military Humvee, driving through the sand dunes of Afghan being shot at by insurgents hence it had been mentioned by your civilian friends that you were a little… crazy.

Your dangerous (you’d debate that label) driving meant you got back to Chicago Med in record time. Daniel was now turning a sickly yellow colour and sweat was beading his face. He really didn’t look good.

Will had to practically carry him into the ED shouting for various other drugs and tox screenings while he laid Daniel down onto a trolley.

“You idiot” you said again, a lot less vehemence behind it though this time. “What was your big plan here? Wait in that alley until I randomly turned up?”

You couldn’t understand a single word that Daniel said this time. Instead you took hold of his hand. “Will’s a good doctor. He’ll get you fixed up. Then me and you, we’re going to have a discussion”

Will was back and breaking the hold you had on Daniel’s hand as he moved you out of the room. “He needs to be registered on the system”

“He can’t be registered Will”

“I thought that may be the answer”

“I'm sorry…” nurses were running in and out of the cubicle that Daniel was laid in, doing the various tests that Will had ordered. “I can register myself again”

“What?”

“I came back for a check up for my head. Charge me for everything”

“You wouldn’t need those tests for a head wound. It would be questioned why I ordered them”

“Will” grabbing his hand you pulled him away from the bustle of the ED and into a quieter corner. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry you’re being involved in this but understand me when I say that Daniel can NOT be registered at this ED. For more than his own sake”

Will remained silent staring down at you.

“Please”

“I’ll bring you the forms. Fill them out for yourself… Y/N if this…”

“It won’t bounce back on you. I promise I won’t let it”

“The general?”

“Among other things. Just don’t let him die Will”

“You’re going to be a problem, aren’t you?”

“Always”

Before you could really compute what was happening Will had bent down, pressed his lips against yours in a kiss that seared a trail all the way through your body and then he’d disappeared again. Striding back into Daniels room, where you could hear his voice shouting out demands for even more tests.

Fuck, this was going to be all kinds of problems and you weren’t even sure if it was Daniel that you were thinking about.

*****

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g0dblessthefandom · 5 years

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battybookworm replied to your post “I’m trying to figure out if I should post my Dark Fate, Dani x Grace...”

Im totally caught in this rut too, but I’d personally love to see your fic, wip or not :)

(A lot of TDF feels in the air tonight)

We Can Do Better (Very Much a WIP)

The dream always starts the same, and it’s the part that’s the most vivid. Because it really happened. It’s not something dreamed up by her fucked up imagination, it’s real, and it’s solid. And she’s there.

Because she was.

Grace remembers opening her eyes and the first thing she sees is Dani’s smile.

“Hey, G.”

The same old greeting.

“Hey, D.”

The same old reply. Even though Dani wasn’t just Dani (maybe she’d never been Dani), even though now she was the Commander and in charge of an army. They had been here more times than she wanted to remember. Broken down after a fight, wiped out after a watch, scared, worried, sick, but they were always there when the other one opened her eyes. And that same old conversation.

“Why are you smiling at me?” Grace asked. She didn’t try to get up, didn’t try to move. The memories came rushing back, and she remembered why she was there.

The program.

“You woke up. I always smile at you when you wake up, Gracie. I can’t help it.”

Grace could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks because of the nickname. She hoped that the bandages wrapped around her face would hide it.

“You old charmer-”

“INTRUSION DETECTED. ALL STATIONS ACTIVATED. LEGION INCURSION DETECTED.” The voice boomed out over the loudspeaker.

Dani’s eyes widened, but there was no panic there as they began to dart around the room.

“Dani!” Grace screamed.

Dani ignored her, and marched over to the corner, pulling out the wheelchair that sat there, and rolled it over the the bed. She ignored the lights and alarms, as she ripped the tubes from Grace’s arms.

Grace grabbed her hand. “There’s no time.”

“Don’t say things that you don’t know anything about.” Dani ripped the blanket off the bed, and tugged on Grace’s shoulders.

“I weigh about 300 pounds now. You can’t carry me, you can’t push me. Just go. They need you.”

Dani ignored her again, and pulled hard, moving Grace only a few inches. Grace hadn’t the strength to help, but the screams in the hallway getting closer gave her some motivation. She reached for Dani’s hand, pulling it free from her arm.

“They need you, Commander.”

Grace looked into Dani’s eyes, desperate to tell her everything that she could, desperate to tell her the truth. Her feelings, everything. But a crash behind them spurred her on.

With what little strength she had left, she pushed Dani away. “Go, Dani, go.”

Dani stood for a moment. She seemed, for the first time in a long time, unsure of what she had to do. Slowly, ever so slowly, she turned, her hand holding Grace’s until the last possible second.

But it was too late.

The doors to the hospital room slammed open, and metal, slinking, scorpion-like tentacles skittered into the room. Dani raised her gun, but it was too late. One sliced into her chest, sending scarlet droplets across the wall. Before Grace could move or think or even blink, a dark spike dug through her chest, bursting through the other side.

Grace watched in horror as Dani was ripped apart, and the machine turned on her. A deep and terrible scream bubbled up from the pit of her stomach and-

She was awake.

She coughed violently as she tried to get the acrid smoke out of her lungs.

“Grace?”

And then Dani was kneeling beside her. Not her Dani (whatever that meant), but a younger, softer version, though the fire in those eyes was still there.

“Grace! Are you okay?”

She wasn’t in a hospital room, she wasn’t in that terrible dream, she was back, and Dani was alive.

“Dani.”

Grace’s voice was barely a whisper. She coughed again and tried to catch her breath. She tried to breathe around the blood and tried again. “Dani…”

She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say, but Sarah’s voice interrupted them.

“It’s not dead!”

Grace could hear the whirring of the damaged Rev-9 rising from a pile of debris. This was it. They were out of options, but there was one left. She saw the shard of metal lying on the ground beside her, and with what little strength she had left, she reached for it, pulling it close, and pushing it into Dani’s hands.

“My power source.”

Dani shook her head so fiercely a few of her tears landed on Grace’s face.

“Dani, you have to, it’s the only way.”

Dani’s eyes settled on the blade, as Grace wrapped her hands around it, and pushed. Grace watched the range of emotions sweep across her features before they hardened into resistance.

She hurried to stave it off. “Dani, we don’t have a choice. We have to stop this thing, and we have to stop it now. You can do that. You have to.”

There was a moment of hesitation and Dani looked as if she might actually listen. Her face held the trace of a question and Grace was quick to answer it.

“It’s why I’m here, Dani. It’s why they sent me. So I could protect you. Don’t let it all be in vain.”

Years of experience should have stopped her from saying this the way she did. Years of having Dani yell at her for putting herself in danger. Years of Dani telling her that she was too important to her for her to throw her life away, but Grace had been thinking with her heart and not her head. It’s what she would have told Dani if they had been back home, among the rubble and the soot. Among the constant danger and shortages and fear. It’s what would have made the most sense for her to tell Dani because it was what was in her heart.

Dani’s expression turned to stone, and Grace realized her mistake in an instant.

“Dani…” She started.

Dani threw the jagged metal she held in her hands away, and pressed her lips against Grace’s forehead. “You came to save me, but I’m going to save you. You’re too important to me to let it end like this. Then it really be all for nothing.”

The last of Grace’s energy drained from her, and she closed her eyes against the hot tears that streamed down her face. She couldn’t let it end like this. She couldn’t lose Dani before she’d even had a chance to meet her.

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WC, Chapter 10

Wrong Conclusions Chapter ten: Mission's End

As the realization about his failure sunk in, Robin looked to the others around him. Starfire, still passed out, remained in Mas and Menos' arms. Raven was floating in the shadows beside Aqualad, an almost-panicked expression sketched across her mostly-hidden features. Cyborg stood beside Bumblebee, already pulling his arm close to his face so that he could lock onto Beast Boy's energy signal. Robin turned back to look directly at Speedy, the red-haired archer who had once been a valiant opponent.

"Go," Speedy said suddenly, causing Robin to snap back to reality.

"Go!" Bumblebee repeated for her teammate, twirling her Stingers and then pointing them at Urres'l. The Chiserran hissed at this, but she ignored it. "What the heck are you waiting around for!? We have these guys under control, and Mas and Menos'd get themselves killed before they let anything touch Starfire! Go help Beast Boy!"

"You're right," the Teen Titan leader said, narrowing his eyes in disgust at himself for hesitating the way he had. He turned on his heel, his cape flapping in the slight breeze, and picked up his steel pole, shrinking it down so that it was once-again easy to carry.

"I'm not done with you," Robin hissed at the Chiserran leader, but then broke into a run towards the hospital entrance. "Titans, go!"

Without hesitation, Raven and Cyborg followed their leader. Cyborg ran ahead of Raven as they entered the hospital, his dark eye on his mechanical arm, ignoring the signs carnage within the hospital walls. The villainous group had obviously been on the first floor. Medicinal liquids were spilled everywhere, and a few of the windows in doors had been shattered. One particular door had been torn completely off of its hinges, along with part of the wall. There were no sign of death anywhere in the hospital, at far as the team saw, but there were dozens of frantic hospital employees running from room to room, helping their newly-injured or re-injured patients.

"Beast Boy's on the ninth floor, fifth room to the left. He's moving a lot, though -- we'll be lucky to catch 'im," Cyborg informed his teammates, looking up from the technology tracing Beast Boy's life signatures on his forearm.

"We WILL catch him," Robin corrected his friend, not wanting there to be any room for any more doubt or hesitation. "Raven! Go on ahead, Cyborg and I will catch up!"

"Right," Raven nodded and then closed her eyes. She lifted her hands around her, feeling the energies flow through her as darkness began to engulf her body. She was steady now, centered at least enough to travel through the shadows herself. "Azarath metrion ZYNTHOS!" The shadows from within the earth lifted and swirled around her body. She remained calm, used to this part by now, and mentally commanded the darkness to take her in. She was pulled into the earth, a shadow herself, now, and felt herself go traveling through the realm of shadows all the way to the ninth floor. There, she gave a second order to the shadows, and felt herself leave them and melt away from the darkness, back into her solid form.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she cringed slightly when she saw the state of the corridor.

Compared to this, the first floor had been attacked by rabbits. Whole walls were broken down, glass was all over the floor from all sorts of medical devices and the windows, wheelchairs parts were scattered all over, the cotton remains of beds were strewn carelessly all over. What disturbed Raven most was the fact that in certain areas of impact, blood remained.

She floated swiftly from room to room, and felt relief, seeing that everyone had been evacuated in order to leave room for the ensuing fight. She was especially relieved when she realized this had obviously been a floor for child patients. But the half-demon didn't have long to stay calm -- the next moment, a familiar pale figure came crashing through a wall beside her. She raised up a dark shield at the last moment to keep most of the rubble from connecting with her. She just barely held herself in center after such a surprise, but she managed.

Raven lowered the shield as quickly as she had put it up, and her eyes narrowed and taking an aggressive stance, realizing that this was the very first Chiserran they had met a week before, with the same slicked-back hair. He had no bruises, no cuts anywhere on his body, though his outfit had some major damage done to it. It was shredded everywhere, and certain parts were covered in what Raven hoped were medical hospital liquids. Raven even noticed part of a syringe sticking out from one of the belts.

The Chiserran's arms were up in front of him in a cross-shape, to block the blow that had sent him backwards. He let his arms fall to his sides as the dust settled and smiled, his long fangs glistening red in the light. He ran his tongue over them and chuckled, perfectly calm.

"You know, you won't be able to last long like that, Changeling," The blood-drinker told the hole through which he had entered. A moment later, there were loud, strangled pants and a strangled snarl, as an enormous green tiger made itself visible, hobbling into line of sight. It growled for a moment, but then flinched, and shifted quickly back into the familiar shape of Beast Boy, having fallen to one knee.

Raven felt a stab of horror when she saw what state he was in. Beast Boy's left eye was blackened, and parts of his uniform had been torn to shreds. The parts where they had been torn were stained with rubble and blood, with certain gashes much deeper than others. He was losing enough blood to leave a clear trail of it behind him as he moved along. On his right arm, where the sleeve had been torn off, was a deep bite mark, with fang marks freely oozing the crimson liquid like something was keeping his arm from trying to slow the flow. Beast Boy was breathing harshly, obviously unable to see strait at this point, swaying a bit as he tried to keep his head up. But despite all this, he refused to budge from his spot and forced himself back up to his feet.

"I don't need to last long!" Beast Boy growled in a brave voice, but it broke with his next statements. "I just need to last long enough for my friends to get here! Th-then you'll be in REAL trouble!"

"Do you? Really?" the Chiserran's voice suddenly turned silky and smooth, as though he were talking to a young child he really wanted to like him, like a nephew. He took a bold step towards Beast Boy, causing the green Titan's glare to deepen. "Would they really bother with a failure such as you, Changeling? Perhaps...perhaps they left you here? You are their weakest link, after all...They could replace you within moments! What if this is what they had planned from the beginning? Your defeat, as they just happen to arrive a moment too late. Surely, the two little birdies on your team would wish for no less...And the Troq you began to fancy no longer wishes to be involved with you, after how thoroughly I've defeated you..."

Raven's nostrils flared as she gritted her teeth in anger, barely believing the things that the Chiserran was suggesting. She felt her rage boil up inside, the dark energy beginning to surround her and turn her eyes red. She lifted her arms, a large chunk of plaster and wood behind her rising with dark power -- but instead of throwing it, her powers broke apart the large piece of rubble above her head as she saw what happened next.

The Chiserran had was hurled through the wall by an enraged, green rhinoceros. The rhino shifted into a fly the moment contact was made, burying the villain in rubble, while allowing Beast Boy to fly a small distance away. Once he was far away enough, Beast Boy shifted back to his human shape. He grinned triumphantly after several struggled pants but couldn't resist his bodies urges much longer, and ended up falling to both his knees and one hand, gripping his bite mark with the other arm.

"Don't...you EVER...call Starfire that..." Beast Boy said, his eyes not breaking away from the Chiserran for so much as a second. "You guys are nothing but jerks who're trying to hurt a little boy, and you can't even do THAT right! Don't tell ME about being the weakest link! Because whether I'm weak or not, I'm enough to keep YOU from doing what you want to do! What's that say about YOU?"

The rubble on top of the pale villain shifted slightly, but no retaliation came from it. It seemed as though the indestructible villain had finally been rendered immobile. Beast Boy's ears twitched slightly, trying to listen for any sign of that changing, but not getting anything, his eyes finally focused on the floor in front of him, as he just focused on his breathing. After a few moments, he gave a sad smile.

"At least...I was...enough..." Beast Boy added in a quiet voice. With a small laugh, the world began to sway around him. He kept laughing, not entirely sure why. His head felt light, and it was as though something inside of him was leaving his body. Not just his consciousness, almost like...all of his problems. All of his emotional problems involving Starfire and Raven, all of the inferiority he felt towards Robin and Cyborg, all those dark feelings he had for Slade after Terra, all the regret he felt for Terra...They were leaving him. It left him light. Happy. Weightless.

Beast Boy's laughter continued as the room violently tilted to the side and then sharply tilted back. Everything narrowed into a small tunnel ahead of him, nothing more. It was as though his hands were miles away. Finally, everything faded into whiteness, and Beast Boy collapsed to the ground from his exhaustion and blood loss.

"Beast Boy!" Raven quickly flew towards him, ready to attempt some form of healing to help, but stopped before she could ever lay a hand on her teammate. The energies in the area were wrong. Though Beast Boy's energy was diminishing, the Chiserran...His weren't lowered like they should have been. His heartbeat was the same, his breathing was calm. It was hard for Raven to even notice, as it made no sense for him to be that calm.

With Beast Boy's losing consciousness, The Chiserran's voice came back. He was laughing. Laughing at Beast Boy's final, futile attempt.

Raven whirled around, enraged at the cackles towards her friend's honorable last stand, feeling her eyes glow red with anger. She saw the pile of rubble beginning to shift as the villain tried to stand, but reacted quicker than the villain could manage.

"Azarath Metrion ZYNTHOS!" She lifted the metallic beds beside her and chucked them at the shifting pile of rubble, twisting the metal bars with her will, trapping the blood-sucker in a metal cage. While her control remained on the metal of the beds, she lifted the entire cage and its contents with some strain, and hurled it directly into the opposite wall. The wall crumbled beneath it, but the floor remained stable, to Raven's partial disappointment. She considered fixing that small annoyance with a second spell, but froze mid-way through the motion, hearing a weak groan beside her.

Her eyes shot back down to Beast Boy. He was growing much paler than he usually was, and the blood around him was beginning to form a small puddle. Raven blinked for a moment, confused as to why she cared about that happening. Then she remembered, the back of her mind screaming and begging for her to calm down, telling her that her friend was hurt. He needed her. He was the whole reason she had been so angry. Remember?

"Beast Boy..." She floated quietly beside him and knelt down, careful to avoid his blood. She looked worriedly at him, placing a hand gently on his head, closing her eyes. She wanted to pinpoint the areas of the most damage in order to help patch them together. She began to feel her spirit flow partially into his with the spell she always chanted...

"STOP RIGHT THERE!"

Too late. The bed the Chiserran had been trapped inside of was already torn apart. The villain then made sure to lift up both twisted metal structures and, with a grin, hurl them at the two new arrivals that had finally made their way upstairs.

"Oh, you think that'll stop us, huh!?" Cyborg brought his arm up, and with one blast, hit both the metal pieces out of the line of their way. The contact with the metal caused the sonic waves to shatter through them, sending the dust on it in every direction, lifting up a cloud of debris. But Robin was prepared for that -- the Boy Wonder leaped the moment the dust lifted, one hand going into his belt and hurling Bird-a-Rangs directly at the villain who had hurt their friend. But to Robin's amazement, when he left the dust cloud, the Chiserran was no longer there. He was in the opposite corner of the room, holding a small boy in his arms. Though Robin and Cyborg did not recognize him, Lucio recognized them instantly, the Communicator that Beast Boy had given to him on the ground, shattered under the Chiserran's foot.

"Let him go!" Robin roared, but he knew that with the boy's throat near the villain's arms, he could take no real risks. Robin stayed a good ten feet away, shuffling his feet, looking for any opportunity to safely attack.

"Do not fret for him. My ruler is merely confused, no more..." The villain hissed, his stance suddenly changing from that of a threatening manner to that of a protective sort. This threw Robin off considerably, and he stared in surprise.

"Ruler...?"

"My ruler, we cannot stay any longer...We must be off!" With that, the slick-haired Chiserran hugged the boy closer, causing the tears in the child's eyes to overflow and spill to the ground.

"LET ME GO...!" The boy shrieked, but his cries were of no use. The next moment, from one of the many belts on his outfit, the villain drew a smoke bomb and hurled it at the ground.

"NO!" Robin hurled himself at where the Chiserran was, but he was already gone.

And that wasn't all.

Robin's head shot up as he heard Raven's cry followed by a thud...He knew that sound; she had been thrown to the side. They were going past her. They were after Beast Boy...!

"RAVEN! Don't let him get away!" But as Robin shouted those frantic orders, a crash drowned his voice out, caused by the side of the building breaking off to form a ninth-floor exit.

"BEAST BOY!" Robin and Cyborg both made a dash for the sound of the wall shattering, but by the time they reached it, it they both knew they were gone -- all of them. The villains, their friend, and the little boy they had failed to protect.

The Teen Titans had failed. The villains had gotten what they had wanted and then some.

Disclaimers:

Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven, Robin, Cyborg, Silkie, and pretty much everything but the plot at hand and the Chiserran belong to © D. C. Comics/Cartoon Network/Kids WB

9/2019 Update

Whoo, more updating. Sort of remembering the plot, but not very well.

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THE RED STORM.

AUTHOR: @moonlightobrien

CHARACTERS: Stiles Stilinski & Paige Blackwood.

WORDS: 3902

AUTHORS NOTE: ATTENTION!ATTENTION! I FINALLY FINISHED MY FIRST CHAPTER AAAAAH. duuuuuuude, 9 pages of writing... HOLY! But, i’m SO EXCITED to be FINALLY publishing this chapter, I hope you guys love it as much as I do. I’m SO sorry that it took so long to finish -- work just has been stressful, and editing is my top propriety since im editing this project for my best friend, and sometimes inspiration just isnt there ya know?! But, its here and ready. hope you all enjoy.

You know that feeling where you’re at a good place in your life — everything is just perfect, nothing went wrong, it’s just you and your family having a wonderful day, a wonderful summer in the culture of Chicago, where the weather is really hot like the sun was right above your head beaming on your skin on some days, and other days where it’s just a perfect chill, sunny day. Today, it was one of those days where the sky was picture perfect shade of light blue, and the white puffy clouds looking like cotton candy in the sky, how that crisp wind hits you right in the face making your skin crawl from the coolness, and the way your hair flows within the wind itself.

One of those days where it feels right to you, how it makes you happy to be alive, and breathing on this world, thinking that maybe the world that we live on isn’t that bad, yes you may have bad days — days where you want to throw everything on the ground and cry your eyes out. Yet, they are days like these makes the good ones more appreciative, and you’re happy with it.

Chicago is quite a small state, there isn’t that much happening in Chicago like you see in Las Vegas or even Hollywood in that matter which makes it more quieter, and more relaxing, but also dull too, you wish there was a little excitement in there, maybe there is in other parts, but sometimes we overlook the definition of what excitement truly is, excitement isn’t crazy or wild - some people think it is, and some don’t.

Excitement is a feeling where you feel happy and you have that adrenaline filling in your body and feeling it in your bones to the point where you don’t want that feeling to stop, that ‘alive’ feeling. Life is like a book, you don’t know what chapter you’re going to be on, or what page you see your name attached too — all you can do is see where you end up on what page, or what chapter you are assigned too. Same with time, time is a dangerous thing, you don’t know what is going to happen in a one hour or in one year, but with time, life is like a clock as well — time can just come and sneak up at you, and you wouldn’t even know what happened. Today was one of those days where time dominated everything.

Little six year old, Paige was sitting in her booster seat, licking her vanilla ice cream cone with some purple and pink sprinkles on top, as the radio was playing a summer song, and her father, and mother was smiling joyfully, and little paige was beaming with so much happiness in herself — it’s not that often where the Blackwood family had quality get togethers, Paige’s father was a businessman which means he comes home time, and time again, and there are times where he has to work on his weekends. But, when he does come home, Paige is the happiest little girl in the world — her mother also works in real estate which there are times where her job can overstress her making her not have time to spend time with Paige. Today, Paige couldn’t be more happier since she can finally spend time with her mommy and daddy on a nice sunny day.

“Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is.

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle.

“What do you want to do tomorrow, Paige?” Her mother asked. “Ummmm… I don’t know…” Both of her parents chuckled to her indecision choice. Paige’s chocolate covered orbs wandered looking out through the window playing scenarios in her head, imagining herself in those moments. The giggles and chuckles escaping her lips, being a kid, enjoying her life as a child and not have to worry about anything, just being this carefree spirited. Until, just like that. Little Paige’s world was turn upside down for the worst.

“We got three victims in critical condition, we need EMTs immediately!!” Paige’s vision was going in and out due to loss of blood, she couldn’t see what was happening, or even think in that moment, “Where’s my mommy and daddy?” Her voice sounded weak as she closed her eyes once more, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, everything is going to be okay.” As the EMTs carried her stretcher rolling it up in the back of the ambulance on their way to the emergency room.

“Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is.

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle.

Paige opens her eyes not knowing what happened, or what is going on right now. Her vision was still blurry, and she was in pain due to the injuries she has faced. She looks around seeing white walls surrounding her, white titled squares on the floor, as she notices that she has a needle sticking inside of her arm, and hearing this beeping sound on the monitor, realizing it was a heartbeat monitor. Her eyes peaked once she started to hear a creak coming through her hospital room door. “Hey, there, sweetheart. You feeling okay?” The nurse asked her. Paige can feel this throbbing pain in her head, her body feels so drained out.

“No, my head hurts — where’s my mommy and daddy? Are they okay? What happened to them?” Many questions was popping out of her mouth, her mind was racing with anxiety filling up in her lungs not knowing what happened to her parents. “Paige, honey. Your mother is fine, she’s going to be okay.”

“What about my daddy?” She asked, worrily.

“Paige, sweetie — um, your father.. he.. he didn’t make it, I’m so sorry, honey.” The devastation on Paige’s shoulders as she felt her heart shattered, tears flowing up into her eyelids, rolling down her pale cheeks. “No, no no no no.” The cries was so broken-hearted that she didn’t know what to think. “Where’s — Where’s my mommy? I want to see her…” Tears kept flowing down, as she accept the news that her father was gone. The nurse took her into her mother’s room, as the tears couldn’t stop flowing. The nurse opened the door of Paige’s mother hospital room as Paige ran up to her mother sobbing into her mother’s arm, as her mother cried as well finding out that her husband, and the father of her daughter was gone. “I’m so sorry once again for your loss, and please let me know how I can help by any means. Once again, I’m truly sorry.” The nurse starts to leave the room, while Paige and her mother letting out the pain they are feeling yet also knowing that they are going to have to find a way to get through this terrible death.

— ONE YEAR LATER.

One year later that Paige’s whole world was changed forever, the moment where she found out that her father is dead. Attending the funeral was so brutal seeing her father in a coffin, Paige instantly broke down, while in the timeframe, Paige started to change into a different person, getting more violent, and being unbehaviorable. Paige was sitting in class not really paying attention, or not really caring in the world. Middle school was so boring, school in general is just stupid — Paige hates it. “Miss, Blackwood?” Paige rolled her eyes, groaning from annoyance.

“Yess?” She replied back, sarcastically.

“Please pay attention, or you would be signed up for the office, is that clear?”

Paige chuckled, “Whatever, sir.”

“Office, now!” Paige gets up as her teacher hands her a pink slip while Paige walks out the door — down the hall towards the office, what a surprise that once again she is sent to the office. She walks into the office landing the pink slip into the pile of pink slips she received multiple times, entering the principal office once more.

“Paige, this is the millionth time you got sent to the principal’s office — what is it going to take for you to act right.. cause if you don’t, then unfortunately, we are going to have to expel you. Now, we don’t want that.. don’t we?”

Paige looked up facing the principal, “Oh, I’m sorry — I didn’t get anything you just said, all I’ve heard was expell and possibly leaving this dumb school forever, i’m totally fine with that — I mean, you guys haven’t really helped me with counseling, or anything in that matter so why would I stay here? I mean, to be honest, all you really do is care about your money that goes in your pockets, but not the actual students like myself who are going through something, and you think a thirty minute counseling session is going to help me, or any of the students suffering with what I am dealing with right now — no, you just to pretend that you care about me or these students, you want to convince and please your bosses to get more money in your pockets, so please by all means — expel me, I can see why many students left this so called, ‘wonderful school’ so, I’ll let myself out.” With that, Paige left the principal office, and out of the school building, walking to her house.

Paige plugged her black earbuds into her ears shutting off the world — listening to Avril Lavigne, or Evanescence, since those two relate to her the most. As Losing Grip was playing, tears flow down her cheeks still holding on the pain from her dad, the nightmares got so worse, the days got more greyer, she didn’t want to go anywhere, just lay in bed and cry. She reaches her house, unlocking the front door stepping in — her mother wasn’t home at this time, she was at work of course. Paige goes up to her bedroom throwing her book bag on the floor near her bed frame, as she plops on her bed trying to ease her headache from crying all the way home.

She decided to take a quick nap to make it go away, or at least stop the pain from happening, she instantly fell asleep, hopefully where she can dream and not have a nightmare, constantly.

“Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is.

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle.

Paige can picture the car flipping up and down, in the same motion — her body jolted from the fear of that incident, twisting and turning from her bed trying to erase that memory, “Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is.

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle.

“Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is.

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle.

“Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is.

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle.

“Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is.

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle.

Paige woke up with sweat on her skin, her heart was beating out of her chest like she was having a panic attack, her oxygen levels were low closing her throat unable for her to breathe, she immediately grabbed her water, drinking it to make the panic attack to go away, but that didn’t work, so she tried another trick that she learned from overcoming panic attacks — counting backwards from ten to one. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,” She slowly started to take deep breaths making the panic attack died down, “Five, four, three, two, one,” Paige exhale one last breath, she was okay.

Until, she heard her mother’s footsteps coming towards her bedroom door, she quickly pretended to be sleeping, yet her mother knows her daughter really well — she pulls the trick all the time whenever she gets in trouble in school. “Paige Maria Blackwood, turn around.” At first, Paige didn’t budge, she hated talking about the same conversation over and over again, “Now!” Paige turned facing her mother’s deep ocean blue eyes, and Paige sat up crossing her arms in unison. “What happened again?” She asked, with a frustrated, and disappointed tone of voice.

“What do you want me to say…? I told you this over and over again that I don’t want to attend that stupid ass school.. okay? So, I don’t need the same leisure every single time I’m in trouble..” Paige snapped.

“Well.. that’s not an option for you, it’s either public school or homeschool since you clearly can’t get the act together at the school that you’re attending now,”

“Because, that school doesn’t do anything for me except tell me what to do and what assignments to complete yet not actually giving me a real reason on why I’m learning the subjects. How am I supposed to know a particular thing that something taught me if there is no reason, no meaning.. it’s basically nothing attached to life.” Paige replied back with a sassy intertone.

“That’s not true, but I’m not even going to argue with you anymore, cause nothing is going to change, so you’re going to do homeschool.”

“What?.. No!” Paige didn’t like this idea, but it’s better than attending that stupid, nothing, useless, school. At least, she can pretend to be learning while being at home.. two for the price of one. “The decision is final, you’re doing this whenever you like it or not — I can’t keep doing this anymore, when are you going to grow up and stop being so irritant, and negative all the time,” Paige’s emotions started to rise again with anger, and the emotional pain she feels every day.

“Sorry for being such a burden on you — I’m sorry that one of us can go on by their day and not feel anything about someone she loved that is no longer here, im sorry that I can’t stop being negative cause you know what, Mom.. some of us like myself are still feeling that pain from I don’t know her father that passed away so excuse me for being so irritant and negative, and emotional all the damn time,” Paige’s eyes welled up with tears as the wet salty droplets slid down her chocolate covered eyes that the sun can catch your reflection, she went passed her mother trying to keep her composure together, but her mother followed her behind, “Paige, where are you going?”

“None of your business, just leave me alone.” Paige yelled, she couldn’t take her mother’s hateful words — this has been happening since her father went away, Paige’s mother got more tougher, and her words to Paige were hateful and mean, she didn’t want this ‘mother’ she has now, she wants her old mother back. “Excuse me! Come back here right now!”

Paige walked up towards her mother, looking into her eyes, as her blood was boiling with so much anger, her nails were digging into her palms squeezing tightly, “No!” Paige stepped back walking towards the front door, exiting out as she can hear her mother’s cries through the door, Paige felt the pain too, but the anger was controlling her, Paige started to walk down the road to one of her favorite places in the world — the music shop. She plugs her earbuds back in her ears, listening to some of her favorite punk rock artists like Chase Atlantic, AC/DC, The 1975, GreenDay, and so much more as she starts hiking her way to the music shop.

THE BELL RINGS as Paige opens the door into the music shop seeing all of the old/new records, cds, and headphone machines that you can listen to music online— she loved the music shop, it felt like a second home to her— seeing all of the old music back in the days especially the rock records, the rock era back in the day was so much fun, wild and free, she wished she experienced that lifestyle. “Paige, how’s my favorite girl doing?!” Paige instantly smiled seeing her best friend, Daniel. “Hey, Danny, and to answer your question — same old. Just trying to take it in one step at a time, how’s the shop doing..? Making any good deals..?”

“We just sold ten records last week, and five this week.. how was school today…?” Paige looked at Daniel, and he knew what she meant. “I see, what happened this time?” He asked.

“Just, the typical. Teacher being a dipshit and sending me to the wonderful principal office,” Paige sarcastically said with a smirk.

Daniel stepped out behind the desk, and walked with Paige to see what kind of albums she wants to pick and buy since Paige is an undecided person, “I think you should give the school a chance,”

“In a million years,” Paige chuckled.

“Come on, Paige — I think you are smart enough to do it, you just have to put your motivation into it, because I know you’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met,” Daniel gave her a soft smile towards her, Paige looked back at his beautiful forest dark green eyes, “Thanks, Daniel.. that means a lot to me,” Paige started to get lost into his eyes, she turned away facing the records again. “Um, we.. I think I would buy this one.” She showed him one of the albums, “Good choice! As always,” Paige raised her eyebrow, and smiled. “Absolutely.”

“What time are you off..?” Paige asked.

“Six,”

“Want to listen to this album with me when you get off.. and go to our secret location?” Paige whispered, and Daniel thought that was the cutest thing in the world.

“Of course, we can. Just don’t tell anyone.” He whispers back giving her a wink.

“Yes, sir!” Paige giggled.

Daniel handed her the plastic bag with her album in it, and Paige replied back with a smile. “Thanks, Danny Phantom, see you at our “secret location,” at six.” Then, she left.

Six came around, and Paige was listening to her new album she brought at her secret location, she found this old abandoned train cablouse near the train tracks when she was walking around the town of Chicago, and ever since then, its been her place and no one else -- except for Daniel. She got a message from her mother. Paige glanced at the message, and ignored it. She got another message, not from her mother but from Daniel.

Daniel: Hey! Be there in five.

Paige smiled at the message, giving him a reply back.

Paige: Just use your ghost powers, Danny Phantom.

Daniel: Very funny.

Paige decided to turn down her music, and just step outside to get some fresh air -- seeing the sunset go down, and the lights far away from the distance. The wind catches her by surprise, she can feel the coolness against her soft pale cheeks, and through her blonde locks feeling somewhat happy, and free. The depression can make her days dark and just boring. She doesn’t have that many friends, except Daniel. Paige isn’t that social with anyone. She likes being alone, but being lonely is different. “Hey!” Daniel shouted.

“Hey again, Danny Phantom! You finally made it to defeat your villain.” Paige chuckled, she’s going to keep that nickname.

“Who’s my villain?” Daniel playfully, questioned.

“Me, rawwww!” Paige started to run while Daniel started to chase her around the train tracks. Giggles escaping both Paige and Daniel’s lips was cheerful, Paige felt happy whenever she is with Daniel, he has always been there for her, when she is having her panic attacks, when she needs to vent to someone, he was always there for her. “Ok, ok. That’s enough.” Paige went back to the cablouse while Daniel followed. She decided to turn the music up, Paige was jamming to the vibe, the energy to this song. “This is a solid album.” Daniel was getting into it too.

“Couldn’t agree more,”

Messages just kept blaring on Paige’s phone from her mother, “God, would she leave me alone?” She said, annoyingly.

“Paige, wny do you always have to be mean to your mother?”

“Because, you know how she is -- today, she called me irriant and negative just because I left the school that didn’t teach me anything,” Paige answered with a anger undertone in her voice, its hard living with a mother who doesn’t lift you up, always brings you down all the time. “You don’t understand, Daniel. I don’t have anyone except my mother, and you. I don’t have any friends, everything drifted apart, and it sucks.” Daniel felt her empathy, Paige felt lost in this world, she is sad all the time, she used to be happy yet all of that changed once her father passed away. Depression, anxiety, and panic attacks. Three things that sums up of what Paige is going through. Social awkwardness, no friends, and no social life sums up of what Paige deals with everyday life, “My life isnt exciting, its boring as hell. The only excitement I have is when im with you.” Daniel smiled to that complainant. “Thanks, you are too.”

Paige put her head on Daniel’s shoulder, as he puts his head against hers -- both heartbeats beat into one, Paige decided to put some soft music on -- she turns off her mini record player listening to Alec Olsen on her phone. “We should stay here like this forever,” Daniel chuckled, “Yeah, that would be nice.” Paige smiled, as she closes her eyes imaging things in her head -- she loves the idea of imagination ever since she was a little girl. She opens her eyes and Daniel was still by her side. “We should probably go, its getting dark.” Daniel said, softly.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Paige stood up, put her arms out and smiled at him. Daniel chuckled at her cuteness, walking up towards her wrapping his arms around her neck squeezing her body close to his. “Daniel..?”

“Yeah..?”

“Thank you for being an amazing best friend.” Paige smiled as tears started to well up again.

“You’re welcome.”

Both bodies pull away from each other, and Paige wiped the tears off of her face, “Bye, Danny Phantom.”

“Bye,” Daniel smiled to his new nickname. Paige gave him a smile starting to walk down the tracks on her way home. She finally made it home, and quietly opens her front door trying to wake her mother up. She tiptoed her way towards her bedroom door, closing the door behind her. What a day it has been for her, but being with Daniel makes Paige’s days less worse. Paige was so tired mentally, she decided to change into her pajamas and go to sleep.

Hopefully, tomorrow will be a good/still depressed/good day. hopefully.

#the red storm #the red storm series #lili reinhart #dylan o'brien #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fanfiction #i cant wait to write my ship out #the banter between stiles and paige is going to be so cute #ajbfwXNRBGE #hope you all enjoy my series

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sherlocks-mind · 5 years

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Tear you apart

After Sherlock returns home from his death he thinks that John hasn’t been effected by it but Sherlock finds out just how wrong he is.

I am not a good writer

As John sat at the window of his favorite coffee shop he noticed a crowd of people started to gather around the building, like moths to a flame. Then the sky went dark, the crowd of people started screaming and John's stomach curled.

Then, a body smacked into the ground in front of the window. John felt like he had swallowed his hart as he watched a big black coat settle on the limp body on the pavement. All the blood rushed from John's face as he stumbled out the coffee shop and towards the crowd of people, now spilling into the streets.

"Get out of my way!" John yelled pushing through the crowd, all of them on their cellphones, calling for an ambulance.

"No no I'm a doctor let me check!" He argued with the people trying to tell him not to disturb the body. As he fell to his knees next to the man he still wasn't sure if it was Sherlock. John prayed as soon as he felt the mans non-existent pulse that it wasn’t be his friend. But John's prayers were cut silent as he flipped the body over to assess the damage.

When he rolled the man over he knew exactly who it was. It was Sherlock covered in blood with his eyes open but, any sign of life was deleted from his face. As John looked at his friends face it sent chills through his body. It seemed as though Sherlock's eyes where looking straight through him as if John were a ghost.

All the mortified people's screaming and crying slowly turned into White noise as a ringing started to grow in John's ears. John's eyes filled up with tears that quickly started to stream down his face. He wrapped his arms around his friend, like they taught him in military school to move a wounded soldier, and picked Sherlock limp body up. He thought to himself that the ambulances would take too long, not second later he was running with his friend in his arms down the street towards the hospital.

John's mind quickly twisted as his surroundings started to change. The London builds that lined the streets turned into nothing but shells of concrete buildings. The streets and sidewalks disintegrated into dusty roads filled with puddles of blood with bodies of soldiers occupying them.It was like one of many destroyed cities he had visited in Afghanistan.

As John became confused he looked down at Sherlock who was now completely covered in blood but still in his big black coat and blue scarf. John looked at himself and gasped, he was not wearing the jumper that he put on this morning, he was dressed in his old army uniform. Then, out of nowhere bullets started to rain down from the sky, John winced as a sharp pain came shooting through his shoulder and causing his leg to go limp. The two men collapsed to the ground, but as they fell John twisted himself so that Sherlock would fall on top of him.

John felt for Sherlock’s pulse one last time before he confirmed his only friend as deceased. When there wasn’t any movement under his White, turning blue, skin John pulled him into his lap and held Sherlock’s head as if trying to comfort him from beyond the grave.

John’s fingers found themselves weaving through Sherlock’s curls. John’s crys turned louder and louder until he was screaming, he was just so mad at the world. John pressed his forehead against Sherlock’s, and whispered through the sobs.

“I’m so sorry Sherlock I promise I will never leave you again, please just listen to me and wake up.”

Just as John promised Sherlock he wouldn’t leave Sherlock’s legs started to disintegrate into sand. John looked up to see half of his friend completely gone and replaced by sand. John started to scream in frustration as he clawed at his friend in a final effort to save Sherlock, then the detective was gone nothing but dust.

Sherlock woke to a painful burning on his cheeks. John’s hands were hitting Sherlock in the face. John’s nails left a searing pain behind them as he dragged them through Sherlock’s face and neck.

“What the hell, John what are you-.” Sherlocks rant was cut off by John’s screams. The detective jumped up and ran towards the lights flicking them on.

Sherlock’s heart sank as he saw John struggling. He had the most painful expression plastered across his face tears fell from his cheeks as he pleaded “Sherlock come back!”. Sherlock wanted to help him but he didn’t know how. Sherlock had blood streaming down his face from the cuts that John had Inflicted on him, he wasn’t sure if it was safe. But Sherlock put aside all his worries and walked over to John. He placed his hand on John’s cheek, almost immediately John calmed down and held Sherlock’s wrist, pushing the detectives hand harder against his face.

John’s eyes flashed open, a panicked look staring back at Sherlock. Then the unthinkable happened, John’s chest started to burn as he breathed in more frantically.

“John, what’s the matter?” Sherlock’s mind then clicked, he’s going into a panic attack.

“John tell me what to do hurry before you stop b-” Sherlock gasped as his friends body went completely limp, his eyes still open, staring at Sherlock. Sherlock’s hart moved into his throat as he frantically scrambled to find a pulse on John. Finally Sherlock’s fingers found their way to John’s neck, with a sigh of relief Sherlock felt John’s rapid pulse under his finger tips.

Sherlock wondered what to do as John’s whole body started to look too much like a corps. Then he remembered, John’s voice rang through his head.

“Sherlock listen and breath when I do. in, out.”

Without hesitation Sherlock pushed John’s body forward sliding himself underneath him and laying John’s heavy head onto his chest. Sherlock over exaggerated his breathing in the hope that John would get the memo to breathe. John gasped in air, he jerked his body around as he quickly came out of his statue like trance. Sherlock noticed, that John was using his lungs to their full potential but he was becoming increasingly more violent to himself and Sherlock. John’s hands started to try and rip Sherlock's face off, as he got carried away with it he kept smashing his hands against Sherlock’s chair leg every time Sherlock would Dodge John’s hands.

Sherlock decided that enough was enough so he maneuvered around John’s body and pull him to the middle of the room. Sherlock caught a shoe to his face as he grabbed John’s legs, with one swift motion Sherlock yanked John to the middle of the room. Still holding onto John’s body Sherlock inched his way onto John’s hips to fully restrain him. Sherlock caught John’s wrists and pinned them to the ground.

John’s struggles to throw Sherlock off of his body were completely useless. John’s mind was still fuzzy, he had no idea what he was doing he just knows he wants ‘that thing’ [Sherlock] off him. John then stopped struggling but lifted his head as close as he could to Sherlock’s face and let out a blood curdling scream. John’s face turned red as he carried on with the terrible sound which caused Sherlock’s ears to ring. John’s mind started to come back online as his screaming cleared the air.

When John became fully aware at what was happening he was greeted back by a terrible sight. Sherlock’s face was covered in blood with deep scratches all over it, Sherlock’s eyes where threatening tears.

As John looked at what he had done he completely lost control of all of his emotions and started crying. As Sherlock relaxed in relief that it was finally over he rolled himself off of John and laid right next to him on the floor.

The two broken men laid there, both crying at the horrors that they separately just witnessed. John rolled over facing Sherlock, he wrapped his arms around him and buried his face into the detectives chest.

Unable to bring himself to push John away he cradled John’s head to his chest and whispered words of reassurance that they were going to be okay.

Im sorry followers who hate fanfic posts

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35, 41, 59, 79, 85, 88, 96, 121, 144, 180, 189, 195, 219, 224 wow lol that’s a lot

34- Are you nice to everyone?

the answer is yes, mostly. Because some people are assholes.

41- Share 2 habits:

sleeping way too fucking much and biting my nails. it’s a weird mix of being anxious and being exhausted.

59- Five weird things that you like:

1. i’ve been weirdly into tonic water lately, it’s replaced seltzer as my go-to drink. seltzer was to replace soda cause i drank way too much of that.

2. i fucking love nudibranchs. the little tiny sea slugs with the lungs-out look. so groovy. so squishy.

3. Red Dwarf and Blackadder. two old-ish BBC comedy shows that are incredibly underappreciated.

4. planes. I really fucking like planes. especially engines. and spacecraft. that’s why i’m an aerospace major. as i write this im raving to someone about the B1 Lancer, a variable wingsweep supersonic bomber.

5. i guess my music taste is a little weird. its a mix of indie rock, punk, and ska, and my friends can only tolerate parts of it.

79- What’s your favourite scent? And on the opposite sex?

i wear old spice and nautica. if i’’m being honest i get it from my dad, thats what he used to wear when i was little and it reminds me of working on our old boat with him.

on the opposite sex, i definitely prefer natural scents, like vanilla and stuff, over manufactured perfumes, but the particular scents i like tend to be more subject to who they remind me of and what the person i’m with wears.

85- Favorite place to shop at?

i don’t do a ton of shopping, but there’s a sporting goods shop in my hometown called Bill Jackson’s that had an annual diving gear sale, and a really reliable diving center. there’s a place i go to shot when im on the gulf coast called Shooter’s World, and while it kind of caters to the tacticool kind of shooter, it also has a decent selection of sporting guns and handguns, plus the people there put any political rhetoric out the window, i’ve never heard any weird 2nd-amendment-rights bullshit while i’m there. the range officers are really reliable too, its a place i feel safe and comfortable shooting at.

88- Are you more like your mom or your dad?

probably my dad, but i take after both of them. my temper comes from my dad. he’s the kind of person that has a short temper and no time for bullshit, but has spent his life learning to handle that. i’ve never seen him raise a hand against someone, ive never seen him become unjustifiably angry or violent. im hot-blooded as he is and i’m working to be as level-headed as he is. i get my politics from him. he’s pragmatic and reasonable, but not emotionally disconnected.

i get my smartassery from my mom, and my moral compass is a weird amalgam of my mom’s family’s compassion and my dad’s reasoning. they’re both good people, even if they watch weird anime. my mom also spends a lot of time outside working on her plants, and ive done a good bit of yard work with her, but they both raised me to be an outside kid.

96- Where would you like to live?

anywhere with ocean. i like the Caribbean, it’s familiar waters are something i understand, but the planet is heating up and it’s getting less and less pleasant to live in Florida. as long as there’s a coastline, where i can sail and dive, somewhere with living, breathing ocean, i’ll settle down.

121- What is the first thing you noticed in someone?

it’s never the same. i usually look for intelligence and compassion. also, self-sufficiency and independence. strong women good.

144- What turns you on?

huge fan of intense intimacy. making out is extra groovy. fingers in hair, neck kissing, intense making out. as far as stuff like BDSM goes, i’m into it, but its subjective to my partner. if the girl i’m with isn’t into it, there’s no point in it. definitely a butt person, and i definitely like noise. silent sex is only fun if you need to be silent.

Had to come back to add this: eating pussy is very good and men who don't do it are both cowards and missing out.

180- Share a song that takes you to a certain memory in the past:

The Wheel by The Grateful Dead. specifically, the recording from their performance at the Knickerbocker arena in Albany. also, Ruby Soho by Rancid. my dad used to have a mix CD that he made that he would play on long car rides, and i used to fall asleep to that Grateful Dead song.

189- What’s something you can see yourself going to jail for?

hospitalizing someone. i’m generally careful about things that would put me in jail, because that poses a risk to my security clearance in the future, which i need to work in most of the aerospace industry. but i’m six feet tall and i wear big black combat boots and if anyone lays a finger on someone i care about i’ll kick their teeth out. there was this guy bothering a girl i’m friends with and my brother and i were preparing to show up to his dorm as a brute squad and tell him to step down. she talked to him first and he handled it better than we expected. i still wanted to throw him into the mosh pit at the Authority Zero show, but axel talked me out of that.

195- You’re an Action Movie Hero. What’s your weapon of choice and the line you scream when defeating your arch enemy?

gun. i’m good at guns, they’re pretty effective. i think, uh, something like “when you get to hell tell them who sent you” but i’m not usually one for drama like that.

219- Which movie character do you most identify with and why?

I really like Kale Tucker from Titan A.E., he’s a bum on a ship in space, i grew up as a bum on a sailboat. we both like heavy metal and space babes. he’s also voiced by Matt Damon, which is why matt damon seems so natural in sci-fi movies to me.

224- Something that you’re proud of:

i work really well under pressure. i tend to be an anxious mess until something actually goes wrong and i need to react and then i switch modes. i think its from diving, where all you have is the stuff you brought down with you (including air) and you have to keep completely cool if something goes wrong. i have lots of first aid and emergency response training/experience as an eagle scout, and being ready to respond if something bad happens is a skill im happy to have.

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kkmania44 · 3 years

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life so far #yass

ok so basically im trying to make this blog very indetail, and for all of my SUPER fans out there who need to know most major events in my life, here you go. i was born in a hospital on april 7th, 11:43 am. the hospital was some holy hospital. during my mothers labor, my grandma had to hold her leg up, just a fun trivia fact. she was in labor for about 3 days and didnt eat or drink ANYTHING. she also had to have her water manually broken by a doctor. during this time, my father was recovering from a terrible accident, so the fact i wasnt a miscarriage is kinda cool. and also, fun fact, my mom got pregnant from the birth control giving her the needed hormones she needed TO get pregnant. (she has a condition or soemthing that makes pregnancy like really hard or something) and my aunt also has it. she also had a high risk pregnancy because she had high blood pressure. but thats all of the birth facts i have right now.

after i was born, we moved to spokane, washington. during that time, my parents lived near their families. while trying to move out, my aunt attacked my mom, fun fact. after living here until i was about 3, my mom and i moved to lynnwood, into a small apartment, and from there to the house in bothell washington i lived in until 2019. by the time i was in preschool, we basically settled in.

i dont remember much about preschool. my mom used to work late though, and there were train tracks we passed by in the dark on our way home. i remember one time, we were supposed to be napping. but i was looking at all of the colors of the rainbow while lying there. this is in hindsight probably why im GAy. one time i gave this girl a minor concussion from throwing a doll on her head, and i got in a lot of trouble.

kindergarten was the only year i wasnt in bagc (boys and girls club) and i remember my grandparents visiting often.

first grade - 4th grade, i was in bagc. it was actually an awful experience tbh. I WAS BASICALLY BULLIED!!!!! /sar. every summer we used to go on these field trips every day expect for one “club day” once a week. i had a few friends, 3 girls. they would regularly though, chose to avoid me purposefully, and calling it a “friend break” which sucked ASS when it was every other day. im just summarizing this, because im too lazy, but yeah.

tw for next part ig

in the 4th grade, i had a friend named audrey. i would regularly visit her house, and we would take the same bus (after bagc). during this time period, i had a friend named bella. however, bella stopped hanging out with her after being friends with me. i dont know WHAT or WHY she started to hate me, but she did. it got to the point where she would casually pass me notes explaining how she was gonna tw// violent idk, quote, “i’m going to kill you. i’m going to fucking choke you to death and leave you to die.” and would send them to me, for i think, three days straight. after that incident, i went to visit her home after school. she had a basement, we would mess around and play on her wii down there. i got up and went to the bathroom, she laughed at me for bringing my phone in there, usual, expect she sent me death threats hours prior! when i left she was holding this giant wooden stick, (i would say it was pretty wide. almost taller than her.) i think it was used to keep her sliding door down there shut. it started out like a sort of game as first? she just started trying to hit me with it. obviously, when she didnt stop after i told her to, it was kind of obvious “yeah maybe those death threats werent a joke!” WHICH IS FUNNY IN HINDSIGHT BECAUSE I COMPLETELY IGNORED HER INDETAIL DESCRIPTION OF HOW SHE WOULD MURDER ME??, but anyways. it got to the point where i was hiding under her bed. it gets a bit blurry from here though. i think she dragged me out or hit me a few times until i tried to get away. either way tho, she recorded videos of her just!! trying to kill me. so that was a goofy moment.

anyways, everything is kind of normal after that. so i think its time to touch on my cool awesome family cult!! yaaaay!!

basically, in short, my family is in a cult. literally. my great aunt beth (she has all of the money. my family is generally very poor, beth is the nurse and she has all the money). she would provide food and clothing for my mother and her sisters when she was little, and in response everyone had to literally follow her like a cult. its to the point where i am unable to see my cousins. shes running a conversion therapy, she kept my cousin in a mental hospital and is fighting for custody of her to be able to hold that over her head. obviously, i was only really a “part” of it when i was the age of 3 - now. it’s only really relevant now because i cant see ANY parts of my family except for the ones who have been kicked out.

compared to those 2 funny stories, my life is GENERALLY uneventful. but theses are the few major events that may come up in my blogs in the FUTURE, which means if i have any super fans (or just me wanting to keep my blog organized and having made sense to anyone if they read through the whole thing) then here it is.

recently, i moved from the home in bothell to a home in beacon hill seattle, and now have currently lived in this house in kent washington for about 1 month going on 2. i own 2 dogs, whiskers, and zoey (crusty white dog still love her tho). i literally just wrote a novel im so proud of myself.

not sure how to close this! but yasss!!!!!!

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cell0phan3 · 4 years

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BNHA Chapter 255 Spoilers

No. 255: Aspiring Hero

Prison Guard: There’s an abnormality in the shape of his brain waves.

Gran Torino: What does that mean?

Prison Guard: He’s feeling agitated/disturbed.

The mist of Kurogiri’s face area moves violently. Tsukauchi calls to Aizawa through the mic and asks him to try and figure out the manufacturer of the Nomu and where Shigaraki is.

Aizawa thinks to himself, "even if it’s true, the thing I see in front of me now just used to be my friend. It’s Shirakumo’s corpse. There’s no way he’ll come back"

Aizawa remembers them eating together during their school days. He stands up from his chair and says “Who changed you! Did they mess with your brain? Did you feel nothing when attacking UA?”

Mic watches over Aizawa as he continues. “Answer me Shirakumo!”

Kurogiri replies “Wh… what… are… you… talking about”

Kurogiri replies “I am Kurogiri. He who watches over Shigaraki.”

Aizawa yells back “You’re U.A. High School Class 2-A, an aspiring hero like I was…”

And both Aizawa and Mic say “Oboro Shirakumo!”

Kurogiri’s mist wipes off half his face and you can see the shape of Shirakumo’s face and he looks like he’s going to say something.

Aizawa pounds on the glass between them yelling “You can do it!” and remembers their days as students. “If the three of us are together, 2 of us can always cover for the other if he makes a mistake!” he remembers.

Twice is explaining the ideals of the PLF to Hawks on a whiteboard. A (probably encrypted) message comes in on their cellphone “The young cloud is causing trouble at the hospital, please help”. Hawks just says “I’m busy so I’ll pass” and throws his cellphone on the couch. Twice is like “What was that about?” and Hawks pretends to be clueless saying they were asking him for help. Hawks thinks to himself “Hospital, the pieces are coming together!”

Kurogiri says “Hospital” and the mist floats up as he faints.

The meeting is over, and Aizawa apologies for not being able to learn any details. Tsukauchi gives them a handshake for their work and they say goodbye. Later he tells the Hero Association about Kurogiri. We then change locations to the PLF mansion. (Paranormal Liberation Front)

Shigaraki is covered in cords from head to foot. Ujiko watches him from behind glass, “The most amazing person, the masterpiece that AFO and I always wanted! You’re doing well Shigaraki! This is going better than planned!”

Then we see the inside of some hospital.

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So, there's a LOT going on in this chapter.

Kurogiri/Shirakumo

They're still trying to get info out of Kurogiri. Specifically the creator of the nomus (Dr. Ujiko) and where Shigaraki is.

Aizawa has already accepted that even if Kurogiri has the body of Shirakumo, is not the same, just a body with a whole new personality and purpose.

Aizawa brings up the UA attack (I think the USJ one) and he uses a good strategy, by asking is he felt something while attacking. Kurogiri seems confused, but it worked.

Kurogiri reminds himself who he is and his purpose (brainwash, brainwash) but it doesnt work because at the end, Mic and Aizawa's efforts brings Shirakumo. And even if it's just the shape of his face, that confirms that Kurogiri HAS the body of Shirakumo, and even if he's different he can bring himself back by remembering his past as an UA student.

Hospital is the keyword in today's chapter. Kurogiri says that before fainting.

“The young cloud is causing trouble at the hospital, please help” is a message that is sent to Hawks and is probably encripted. The young cloud is Shirakumo but is also Shigaraki, I think it means that Shirakumo confirmed the location of Shigaraki, the hospital, where he is causing trouble.

This doesnt make sense to me: Kurogiri was sent to jail in the current arc of the anime, the My Villain Academia arc passed after that. Why does Kurogiri knows the location of Shigaraki? Maybe that was the plan all along?

Everything is going well for Hawks and the plan. But this was far too easy, if Shigaraki and Ujiko are inside some hospital, and the Hero Association and others know where they are, they can just go, get them and that's the end. There must be something else, aaaa Im so fucking excited.

WTF is HAPPENING in the last picture. WHAT IS THE DR DOING TO SHIGARAKI? Is he trying to make him a robot? Is this how Nomus are made? Help? me?

This chapter looks amazing, I want to read it NOW. There are a lot of things happening at the same time, and all of them are related.

The arc is getting darker and darker with each chapter: we get to know how truly insane Ujiko and AFO are, to fulfill their dreams and get to their goals, they're willing to do anything, even if it's taking a teenagers body from an accident.

We see how important Shirakumo was to both Aizawa and Mic, it must hurt to see that your friend is still there, somewhere, lost in a dark mist, transformed into a villain.

Everyone say thank you Horikoshi!

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#bnha #bnha spoilers #chapter 255 #bnha manga #shirakumo oboro #aizawa shota #hizashi yamada #kurogiri #shigaraki tomura #ujiko #hawks #takami keigo

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cryingismysport · 5 years

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i relapsed in many ways and ended up having a court hearing an almost month hold to get out of a bad psych hospital that got me going thru drug withdrawals because they gave me high doses of ativan and sent me home cold turkey and they also neglected and i was throwing up and sleeping me and now im taking a shit ton of klonopin and every relationship i know is falling apart and i sent photos to someone i shouldnt have i also binged after not eating for so long when i was in the emergency room waiting for placement for 2 days i got a scan of my stomach and my body was violently twitching for hours and i had so many ivs in me and was so hungry at times and couldnt lift my arms up and had all these sitters watching my every move and coming into the bathroom with me. it was so uncomfortable and i also spent all of my money and lied and when i went there i told no one i called 911 at night and my famly thought i was missing and dead.... i stopped eating drinking water place was unliable had racing thoughts still do pacing back and forth severe anxiety and shame and im losing my hair from losing so much weight and i had a shit ton of mental breakdowns and mania in front of my mom recently and begged hear to leave even tho shes kinda like my si watch.... fucking nightmare... tried to contact anyone about the other things that happened or at least cryptically talking about... also my ambulance and billing for all this is gonna be so high and my family is done with me lol because this happened before but it wasnt my fault and i wanted to get a psych evaulation and then the hospital threatened me to take meds i know nothing of and i talked to no one but this angered doctor for a minute who cut me off and staff were not watching at all... the night before the hospital i also ordereedd razors and laxatives and a lemon the fuck... i also sexted someone or tried to the first time because im so deeply confused and impuslive and empty inside and it went very wrong....

my mom said if im another predicament like this again where im stuck somewhere she wont help me.... like okay....

i also accidentally burned my skin...

fun.. self fucking destruction.......

also they made me undress and literally did so much weird shit at this place and im gonna go bankrupt and ive literally called everyone because i almost was gonna take all my pills or cut or something or end my life or at least the feeling of it but even with this post no one truly knows whats going on. the shame i feel is crazy and i cant deal with critisism abandonment me always fucking things up with my self relationships and my world..

try showering witha shit ton of needles in ur arm and an absent minded sitter and no soap lmao

ive never felt physical heartbreak from exposing myself to someone and them deciding they dont like me anymore and i used all the things i bought for them...

also was so emotionally disturbed with my racing thoughts i was forgetting what i was doing every minute like shower on and i was even trying to find clothes to go to the hospital cause i knew i couldnt do another night and morning in that place and my mental state which was never evaulated.. and then i was planning on things ... bad.. also remembering childhood trauma this week and i broke down to my mom and shes close to disowning me probably.

i said i would never use again and i said i would stop talking to this abusive person who now is calling me crazy basically and many disturbing things were sent to me but i just want to feel something...

i havent had a true person to share sort of my trust with since i was a little girl and i couldnt handle the sickness i felt after realizing i did way too much and they fucking hate me now and block me

forgetting how much im taking literally tweaking at the mall mother bonding time fun using my mom to buy me shit because i cant connnect anynmroe and my moms emotionless and so drained from me was stuck hiding in bathroom from her at movie :))))) cant even try on pants because of body dysmporphia too..

want drugs sex.... trauma llosss... byeee

i cant get my insurance to approve therapy even thru my psych now im forever in a cycle of destruction phyiscal depression being socially inadept and confused and trapped in my indentity.... like i could blacxk out and go to hospital but look what happened nothings ever changes i treat myself awful and im an addict

always something wrong with me... to everyone i love... thats what really ruins me.

i dont wanna be in my world anymore you know i llive in fantasy and too many expectations

also threw up; all over my whole body blacked out no one helped AT the placeee

#personal #vent #im sorry #im rambling #hard to type with big ass coffin nails never showing emotion again though numb manic #new bpd diagnosis fun

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