#whats a little near death experience between besties :]]

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

I think Bill's inner monologue during that initial springlock accident in the 70s should be religious-bordering-on-sexual I want him to be really fucking weird about it. It awakens something in him in the worst ways possible. Henry slowly prying them off him while they wait for an ambulance should have a similar impact on his psyche I think.

#he shows off the scars cus hes PROUD of them actually #sorry posting like this cus all my friends are in bed they cannot mock me #unless theyre lying #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #henry emily #yelling about the bear #helium #gore #suggestive #just in case #becoming one with a piece of art..... #whats a little near death experience between besties :]] #having like a solid couple weeks in a hospital bed to think about it did NOT help

[yukidragon]

I'm a bit curious was it ever confirmed that Shaun and Ian interacted with one another or met before the eventual breakup between Ian and MC. If not what are some of your headcanons on this matter would they have gotten along at all?

Actually, yes, it has been confirmed that Shaun and Ian knew each other before Ian and MC broke up in this comic posted over on the official Sunny Day Jack twitter!

Credit as always to Sauce for their awesome artwork and for giving us this hilarious glimpse into college age Ian and Shaun. Consider supporting them and the rest of the SnaccPop Studios team by joining the patreon for even more lore tidbits I can't even mention publicly. Just remember, don't share anything privately posted!

While a lot of teaser/development art should be taken with a grain of salt, if it appears on one of the official pages, it's a pretty safe bet that it's canon to the timeline of the game.

So this comic, also drawn by the awesome Sauce, while hilarious, may or may not be canon.

I think it's a pretty safe bet to say that Ian did not pass Shaun's vibe check.

The first comic certainly makes it clear that Shaun didn't find Ian attractive considering the way he reacted. Maybe it's due to jealousy (I don't think Shaun wants to think about his crush having sex with someone else) or maybe it's because of Ian's bad taste in anime. Who can say?

Content Warnings: This post contains talk of cheating, jealousy, drinking in excess, (unintentional) self-harm, near death experience, SA, issues with sex, and toxic relationships.

I suspect that these two just didn't get along. Between Shaun suffering from jealousy due to his crush and the two of them having different tastes, they were probably only friendly to one another for MC's sake.

I would imagine that Shaun's opinion on Ian took an extreme nosedive when they found out Ian cheated on MC.

Man... can you imagine how much pain Shaun has been through? He had to watch his best friend/crush be happy with someone else... then get devastated by being cheated on. The worst part was if he had bad vibes from Ian from the start, but he ignored his gut feelings for MC's sake.

When it comes to my personal headcanons that I use for Sunshine in Hell... Shaun and Ian had friction since the first day Alice introduced the two of them.

It wasn't just Shaun being jealous of Ian either. Ian was jealous of Shaun too!

Ian has always suffered from a low sense of self-esteem. Shaun, by comparison, is much more well put together, more outgoing, and has this natural charisma that draws people to him. Shaun is just so likable that he gets a lot of attention and friends. For years, Ian was the exact opposite of that, which led to him being bullied and degraded often.

So one day Alice, his childhood friend and partner, is super excited to introduce Ian to her new friend. Shaun and Alice have a lot in common, and it was very visible in the early years of college when Alice was in the middle of her pastel goth phase. Shaun and Alice had a love for horror movies, cats, the goth aesthetic, and a whole bunch of other things. They clicked so quickly, and it scared Ian a little.

It didn't help that Alice had trouble making friends like Ian did. They had that in common, something that gave them a sort of understanding that no one else could intrude on. Now that they were in college they started making more friends, and that was a good thing, really! But Alice clicked with Shaun about as fast as she did with Ian.

In the 1st grade, one day Alice mustered up the courage to talk to Ian in order to cheer him up. After that they started talking every day and they were besties ever since. From there, they started dating. She's never really clicked with anyone else so fast like she did with Ian...

Until Shaun, that is.

Ian kept comparing himself to Shaun, unfavorably. He kept worrying about Alice falling for Shaun instead since, well, clearly Shaun had so much more than Ian had to offer. Why wouldn't she? What didn't help his insecurities was the fact that they had been a couple since high school, but they still hadn't had sex yet.

I integrated the comic into part of Alice and Ian's troubled sex life. The depicted instance was Ian's attempt at making things romantic so that they could finally go all the way.

It took them a while to start being sexually intimate due to their mutual lack of practical knowledge and Alice's SA trauma. She was very cuddly with Ian, not afraid to kiss him or go into a make out session, but she struggled to go further than that for a long time. It left Ian struggling with insecurities, fearing that he wasn't attractive to her despite her constantly reassuring him that wasn't the case.

Really, it was that insecurity and self-blame that pushed Alice to go further than she was ready for, to pretty painful results that she learned to just accept as part of the experience.

Alice is the type of person who can't be comfortable with people touching her unless she trusts them. However, when she gets close to someone, she can get pretty cuddly, even with her friends, giving them hugs often. So, for Ian, seeing his girlfriend get comfortable hugging another guy... someone he might have noticed looking at her a certain way...

Well, getting cockblocked on his rocky road to losing his virginity didn't help Ian see Shaun in a more favorable light.

Really, this was an incident that pushed Ian to be a bit more possessive of Alice. He was already struggling with the fact that his partner was sharing a dorm with someone else, but for Shaun to just casually walk into her bedroom like that without knocking? Ian certainly had permission to come in there without Alice knowing since he's her boyfriend, and he was planning to surprise her with a romantic evening, but how long had Shaun been just letting himself into her private space so casually?

Ian didn't believe that Alice was cheating on him, but what if Shaun decided to take advantage of her? What if this casual blurring of their living space led to feelings blooming?

What if Alice realized that Shaun was so much better than Ian in every way?

This led to Ian asking Alice to move into an apartment with him, even if it cost them money. He was able to feel more secure when they were living together, and he could be the one going into her bedroom at any hour of the day to be with her instead of someone else.

Shaun did try to befriend Ian, but it seemed like every time they hung out, something would rub him the wrong way. He did his best to be happy for Alice and Ian in their relationship, but it wasn't just Ian's shit taste in anime that struck Shaun as a red flag.

It didn't take Shaun long to notice a pattern in Ian and Alice's relationship. Ian would be down on himself, even cry and apologize for being inadequate, and Alice would reassure him. It seemed like every day, he saw this happen at least once. He tried reassuring Ian as well when he could, but after a while it gets tiring to try and lift someone up who keeps dragging himself down. Shaun would suggest Ian try therapy, and Ian would insist it wouldn't work, he was hopeless, and it wasn't worth wasting money on.

It was only when Alice showered Ian with love, and when their mutual friends bent backwards to cheer him up, that Ian would perk up again.

Shaun saw the red flags going up, how Ian was so needy for Alice and it was wearing on her. She went out of her way for Ian all the time, doing so much more because Ian "needed" her.

What made it worse was that Shaun saw how unbalanced their relationship was, how Alice gave Ian so much more than Ian gave back. Because Ian was so clingy, Alice had to often cancel meet ups with friends at the last minute, citing that he was having a bad day and needed her. Yet, on days when Alice was feeling like shit, she just kept powering through, pretending nothing was wrong. It took Shaun a lot of effort to pry her into leaning on him, and he'd even go out of his way to do stuff for her without her asking, like buying her lunch when she was so overworked she forgot to bring any.

Shaun worried for Alice because she was his friend, and she didn't deserve this sort of treatment. It was like she had become Ian's emotional crutch. Regardless of his attraction towards her, regardless if they could ever get together, he wanted her to be happy.

Shaun's opinion of Ian slowly deteriorated over time, but it turned into downright hate when Ian cheated on Alice, especially after she almost died because of it.

It was just a normal night when Shaun got a phone call from Ian. It was about Alice of course. It was the only reason Ian ever called Shaun - to check up on Alice. That night was different because Ian was in a panic. Alice wasn't picking up for him, which was unusual enough, but Ian was insistent that Shaun needed to check on her to make sure she was okay.

It was lucky that Shaun had the spare key to the apartment Alice and Ian shared. The sight of her lying unconscious in a pool of blood in the bathroom is a scar that'll forever be etched in his memory.

Shaun spent an entire night terrified, wondering what had happened. Did Alice try to kill herself? Why? She might have been missing Ian after he moved across the country, but she always reached out to Shaun and others when she wanted company. What happened that night? When he mentioned Alice's state to Ian, he just wailed that it was all his fault and Shaun couldn't reach Ian after that, as Ian was busy trying to book a flight back home to see her at the hospital.

Shaun had to be the one to call Alice's family too, but he had no answers to give them. The doctors would only let family or her legal partner see her for a while. It was only the next day that he learned that it was all because Ian had cheated on Alice, and she drank to dull the pain, only to hurt herself under the influence of alcohol poisoning.

Shaun could've kicked himself. He saw the problems in their relationship, but he didn't think it was his place to say anything. He worried his jealousy was coloring his perspective, seeing things too negatively. Now he wished he pushed harder like his gut told him, got Alice to see that the relationship was no good for her.

When Alice forgave Ian and tried to make it work, Shaun couldn't just sit back and let it happen.

So, yeah, Shaun's opinion of Ian in the present day is very negative. He views Ian as a toxic, manipulative, cheating scumbag who didn't deserve Alice. It was a relief when he managed to help Alice see that too so that she could finally end that toxic relationship. He was there for her so many nights when she cried over Ian and missed him. He saw the pain Ian put Alice through, and it just made his hatred of Ian grow.

Ian is grateful for Shaun being there to help Alice and even getting her to the hospital, but that doesn't get rid of his jealousy. Shaun and Alice are still talking even though she never picks up the phone for Ian anymore. He sees their exchanges online. They're still close. Shaun could one day sweep in and...

Ian can't let that happen. He can't let Shaun steal away the person who means so much to him. He can't let Alice just let him go like this. He just has to apologize to Alice, keep apologizing, and everything will be fine.

Sooooo... yeah, suffice to say, Ian and Shaun do not get along, and I doubt that they ever will... at least in my headcanons.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Sauce-y Art

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 51 - High-Temperature Trap (part 3)

They're insane.

Took him long enough. Also, love how Kerubim recognizes him by his evil-ass smile. Do you stare at him smiling a lot, whenever he comes to beat the shit out of you, Keke? Is this ingrained in your memory?

This, too, is doomed toxic platonic brotherly yuri.

"Not my favorite brother" I know that a lot of people interpret this line as him casually dropping the ecaflip demigod lore, because, sure, they have like, 20 brothers, but... 

But considering what we know about the Crepin family from the comic, — I like to think this is Kerubim trying to hurt Atcham by implying that he likes their dead brothers, — whom they barely remember due to those dying when they were like 7, — more than him.

This might be a reach, but it's a funny reach, okay?

It's so nice of him to correct Kerubim on the exact wording of the death threat he usually uses. 🥰

I'm insane. Just so you know. Like I have no comment, other than saying that I am insane. "My dear Kerubim," and "your beloved brother" make me lose my mind.

This is beef between two people who used to be besties. The affection they held for one another is used as a sort of sarcastic ammo. From Atcham's side, with "dear," and "beloved brother," and from Kerubim's side, with "not my favorite brother."

There's a lot to unpack here, and a lot of it was unpacked in previous posts, — but...

Atcham viewing Kerubim's situation when they were kids as better is depressing.

Despite this being a perfect plan to kill Kerubim, even the idea of besting Kerubim in the self-esteem psychic warfare makes him grin. If he can't get rid of him, he will put him in his place.

To Atcham, Kerubim is the egotistical one, obsessed with what other people think of him, — and to Kerubim, Atcham is the psychotic insane menace to society. And neither really stops to think about the fact that they hate the other for the things they do themselves

You just know Atcham is thinking about how narcissistic and mentally ill Kerubim is to be caught in a saw trap like that. Despite being the "so obsessed with Kerubim that he keeps building him saw traps" guy.

Yet again, I'd like to reiterate, that I NEED Kerubim to drop the Atcham lore.

This is what I keep saying about Atcham being edited out of Kerubim's life — and about Atcham probably building other saw traps for him.

Here, Kerubim attempts to reach out and let Indie know that, despite everything, he does like him. Indie's response is that when Kerubim dies, his body will be an awesome to display in his museum.

I already talked at length about how fucked this moment is, in the long Kerubim analysis. God.

I really do think that Kerubim had a lot of warm feelings towards Indie that may not have been entirely reciprocated, which lead to him playing up his own hatred towards Indie.

...And he had to deal with Indie saying this, while the other person he tries to hate but can't quite manage to, was present.

I would say this is worse than going to a battle too.

From Kerubim's point of view, Indie didn't lose because he might have deep, hidden feelings of camaraderie for him. He lost because he was a better person.

While Kerubim proved himself to be exactly who Atcham thinks he is: someone so egotistical that he'd rather die, than be embarrassed.

Drinking tea from a dainty little cup while his evil twin is dying. Freak.

He assumes that everyone is as obsessed with their self-esteem issues and hatred as he and Kerubim are.

Just like it didn't occur to Kerubim to stop giving a damn and prove his brother wrong for once, it didn't occur to Atcham that Indie might not hate Kerubim that much, or care about winning.

You won the war for Indie's heart, Keke, and all it took is a near-death experience and him learning even a bit about your insane familial drama. We are so back.

One of the crack theories I used to have, is that Atcham might have killed indie sometime before the movie, — however, considering he doesn't recognize Lilotte, I think he's just saying shit to be scary here, in hopes Indie changes his mind.

Very eloquent. sdfgsdfgdsfg

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #krosmoz #wakfu #ep51 #kerubim crepin #atcham crepin

[thegoldheartlocketandkey-blog]

911 Spoilers Season 2: You’ve been warned. 😅

Episode 1

Okay so I wasn’t kidding when I said I was taking notes during my rewatch of season 2. I’ll show you the first page out of 15 pages I’ve written.

My hand writing is atrocious, and my grammar is definitely all over the place, but if you find my hand writing difficult to read, I’ll have my notes transcribed below. With more of an analysis/summary.

Buddie ❤️

Season 2: Episode 1

• Buck meets Eddie (Shirtless). Buck is obviously intimidated and subconsciously finds him attractive.

Can we talk about the song choice the producers/editors went with for this scene. What do you mean “What a man” is playing in Buck’s head when he first sees Eddie.

• Eddie obviously not comfortable with team yet, wants to be impressive. Shows off Army skills. Buck is more jealous.

Eddie really just wants to be accepted and apart of the group, and just do a good job. And we have Buck over here being grumpy and realistically concerned over his own place in the team.

• Gym scene= Lots of peacocking. Eddie just wants to be helpful / impressive. Eddie obviously finds Buck attractive Buck is too jealous to actually notice that.

Why are they being so unnecessarily aggressive with each other. The tension in the room isn’t just a simple I don’t like this person vibe. It’s more of a lustful tension, that’s the best way to describe it. Keep in mind I thought the tension in this scene was weird when I first watched the episode, and before the idea of shipping them ever crossed my mind. Now rewatching it just solidifies my desire for them to end up together.

• Eddie & Buck remove a bomb and this near death experience squashes any bad blood between them and is the start of their friendship.

Possibly the shortest Enemies to Besties trope to ever exist. Not going to say Lovers yet, but the way they were looking at each other definitely suggests that possibility.

• Buck tries to come up w/ cute nicknames for Eddie. Eddie is enjoying the interaction. Both acknowledge the other is attractive when trying to figure out who won the calendar.

This scene. Eddie’s reactions. Bucks complete 180 behavioral change towards Eddie is the moment I acknowledged their mutual attraction towards each other. It’s still not the moment I shipped them, it was something I didn’t fully acknowledge until I watched more episodes. I just knew they were going to be really great friends.

* Lots of smoldering eyes from Eddie and lip biting. Eddie may not realize it, but his body language is screaming he finds Buck attractive.

Eddie doesn’t lip bite when looking at Chim, Bobbie or Hen. He only seems to do it when looking directly at Buck.

Transcribing my notes for the other episodes might take me a while. I plan to post my notes for episode 2 and 3 soon because they are short. I may even include episode 4. Idk, this little project is just to get me ready for Season 7 and possibly channel my obsession in some way other than reading fanfic.

Please feel free to tell me if I missed something or if you think I’m wrong about something I’m happy to discuss these episode break down.

#buddie #911 abc #911 fox #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #buck x eddie #911 spoilers #911 season 6 #911 rewatch #911 fandom #this is my roman empire #911 #911 show #evan buckley #911 fanfic #eddie díaz

[jessaerys]

Becoming a mysterious shy shy anon to ask you, my favorite meronia analyst, how you think Mello would react to someone desperately trying to get with Near. They are so so thirsty for the little cotton ball man and they are very loud and obvious about it. How do you think Mello would handle that?

firstables i am very flattered thank you im so very glad acquiring a PhD in 2008 yaoi is yielding results. i want to be modest about it but i am objectively so correct about them so i cannot. second of all this question is so so funny to me because mello insane toxic jealousy is a running joke between me and the bestie @firebuggg who is the resident mello expert and specialist and therefore my source for all of the research here presented. so.

i think it depends on the variables: in-canon timeline wammy’s era i don’t think mello would be able to tell the difference between the usual unhinged lifelong single-white-female-1992 freudian near-obsession repression and the unhinged (etc etc) sublimated near obsession repression: hell and violence on planet earth for seemingly no reason -edition.

so probably he’d find an unrelated excuse to get into a schoolyard fistfight with whoever was possibly paying more attention to near than usual (romantic interest never proven). L understands what is happening but this is far above his fatherbrotherhero paygrade thank you very much. let us all forget about this information and continue with the labyrinthian tests of his subjects i mean protegees 

during the kira-case realistically they were far too busy with life or death stakes and i cannot truly imagine this would take any of their time, considering near very deliberately chose to repress any emotions about mello’s death. (unrealistically: same as wammy’s but this time it includes kidnapping and intimidation. if pre-explosion: cokehead era mello is like: you’re sleeping with the fishes tonight. and they do)

post-kira case (taking into account any "mello survives" approach to canon of your choosing) post-recently established relationship mello would make it his life mission to manic-pixie-dream-boy the hell out of near and take him out to many fun adventures in the city (do not fall in love with people like him he will take you to museums and parks and monuments etc etc etc etc and when he leaves you will finally understand why storms are named after people)(god he would absolutely unironically identify with that quote. but we don’t have time to unpack all of that)

god sorry this is so long already and i have so much more to say. it's readmore time

where was i. right.

--many fun adventures in the City from obscure hole in the wall museums (near is delighted by the museum of interesting things and the new york transit museum [because. trains. mello complains the whole way there but ultimately has to begrudgingly admit it’s really cool.] and tears up in the mmuseumm on cortlandt and franklin because personally i think he would deeply connect with the mundane ephemeral humanity of it. he is learning that he loves being part of the world !!!!) to shopping trips (with L's inheritance. obviosuly) to nightclubs to weird art clubs to seedy comedy bars to sex-clubs (see hotd. s1e4 pleasure house scene)

because he has a huge fetish for watching near have new experiences and being the one who is giving them to him (:

ok are you still with me i promise i am getting somewhere. ok so we have established mello is gonna drag him out, right, and so he eventually will have to experience The Unforeseen Horrors (people hitting on near because he’s cute).

it’s initially hilarious until mello realizes with dawning horror that near has no idea that he is being hit on and is therefore exhibiting the slightlest bit of human interest in the aforementioned person hitting on him and it becomes a full on gevanni situation part two. (we don’t have time to get into the Gevanni Situation)

one day someone gets lucky and hits on near with a special-interest-related pick up line so a conversation with the previous dynamic ensues. kill bill sirens going off in mello’s head. the person in question asks who mello is and near goes “oh! that’s mello” instead of saying that’s his boyfriend and well that’s because they have not at any point discussed labels and this basically, well how do i put it lightly, becomes the equivalent of accidental nuclear warfare (shaking my head so you know i don’t support toxic jealousy. unless it’s funny)

long story short mello throws a hissy fit at the MET that near finds extremely ridiculous so he goes home on his own and mello experiences all nine stages of grief and cries in the sculpture garden and then decides he is going to disappear for an entire week and That Will Teach Near!!! but with no immediately place to go he sits angrily (with his sexy toned arms crossed over his chest and his tear-glowing classically beautiful ruddy face) on a bench just beneath a large greek statue of some greek twunk sitting with crossed arms (this is what we call visual comedy) 

some nyc photographer captures this top three worst moment of his life (first two being L’s death and exploding himself but this is right up there) and posts it online as one of those “life interacts with art” semi-meaningful photographs and it quickly gets picked up by the pinterest girlies much like guy drawing on the floor and subsequently by the tumblr girlies. it is immediately disconnected from the source and gets a 100k notes. 

now mello cannot go on tumblr without being callously reminded of the one time he was wronged by near spending twenty minutes talking about the SETI institute with a witty girl (he is a queer goth 20 year old in the mid 2010s of COURSE mello has an aesthetic n-fw tumblr pre pr-n ban era. you agree)

anyway near doesn’t get either the need for labels nor the jealous outrages because that’s literally Mello. there’s one (1) spot for a mello in his heart and it is mello-shaped. this is the most romantic thing mello has heard in his life. unfortunately that same logic can be used for why near doesn't get why it's a big deal if he wanted to hook up with someone else. it's not like they could take up the mello shaped spot in his heart. it's a big deal because mello will KHS hope that helps (:

ultimately years into their relationship near will break him down when they're older because he is a little learning machine and that includes sex. he needs enrichment. but it's gonna end up being like:

near: wow it was so hot when u were dancing with that girl. can i watch u fuck her :0 ← said like they're talking about dinner because he one hundred percent has voyeur potential. (mello is whipped and helpless to his bratty wiles) 

extremely hot mysterious bisexual guy with a huge dick you just danced with: wanna get outta here. my boyfriend wants to watch us ;) 

the boyfriend in question: looks like a lab rat turned 18 year old boy (near is 22. he will get carded until he’s 30)

sorry what was the question again

#LOOK IM NOT EVEN GOING TO LOOK AT WORD COUNT. #meronia #death note #near dn #mello dn #nate river #mihael keehl #<- putting it in the tags because this might as well be an experimental-format fic #brothercrush.txt #inbox.txt

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey Bestie 🖤 I have a Valek request (surprise 😁) We are in a hidden relationship with him cause it's not allowed for humans to be so close with vampires.Everybody thinks they're dangerous and evil. So we're seeing each other just for a few minutes a night but then one night we can't hold back anymore and we're going to see him. He's afraid that someone could have seen us at first but he yearns for our touch and it gets very physical and spicy😏With a happy ending. Take all the time you need Bestie 🙏 I love you ☺️

Thank you so much for the ask bestie! I am more than happy to write this for you 😃 enjoy 💚

Contains: sexual content, female oral receiving, vampire biting

To you, the whole world felt like it had gone insane. You had grown up in a world where vampires were only in movies and were little myths and fairytales that children heard, the human race never expected them to actually exist. The truth about vampires was slightly different than what everyone thought, instead of the vampire race being started by Dracula, it actually started over 600 years ago when a group of priests experimented with one of their own. They turned him into the very first creature of the night, a vampire. He was the very first of his kind, and therefore the most powerful of the entire race. He made other vampires to join him in his world of darkness, they were known as higher vampires, they had similar abilities to the very first vampire, but nowhere near the capabilities of him. There are two diffrent ways to turn a human into a vampire, one of them is where they simply bite a human and allow the venom go through their body, changing them into a lesser vampire within a days. The other way is to drain the human of blood until they are on the brink of death, then the vampire will give them their blood, ingesting the powers of the vampire they are with. Many vampires have been made with just a simple bite, but only higher vampires are strong enough to create a vampire the other way. Many of the higher vampires have sired someone, but the very first vampire never had. Because he is the first, he will only feed on animals for blood, but he will not bite a human. He will only bite his soul mate once he finds her.

The blood chemistry changes when a higher vampire meets their life mate, a magical bond exists between them and a normal venom infused bite will not change them into a vampire. Instead it will release a diffrent venom that will enhance the mates physical desires, making them feel a heightened sence of pure pleasure. In order for a higher vampire to turn their mate into one of them, they must drain them of their blood, and feed them theirs in return. This was one of the many things you learnt about vampires as you grew up. You learned that garlic is nothing but superstition, it doesn't affect them in anyway. Holy water IS corrosive to vampires skin, and a cross is only effective if it has a figurine of jesus on it. Also, a steak to the heart will kill lesser vampires, but will only injure higher ones, it's similar to someone trying to stab a car tyre with a butter knife. Only higher vampires were able to walk in the sun, they found a cross many hundreds of years ago, and they tried to do a ritual where they could walk in the sun without any damage, but unfortunately it didn't work. However, they destroyed the cross and made a series of rings out of the gems stones and magically infused wood, and when they wore them, they were able to walk in the sunlight with no issues at all, just as long as they were wearing the ring.

Only the very first vampire and the higher ones had these rings, thus making them even more powerful. The very first vampire was described as being incredibly tall, long black wavy hair, pale eyes, long fingernails and veins around the edge of his face apon his pale complexion. His name, was Jan Valek. You were taught that all vampires were dark and cruel, and if they even so much as glanced at a human, they wouldn't think twice about ripping their throat out. They were true monsters....but what people say...aren't always true...as you learned one night. You and a friend of yours had decided to go out for a drink in the local bar, this friend wasn't always reliable, but if it got you out if the house, you didn't mind who you were with. You both walked together to the bar, it was pitch black and there were other people your age just hanging out and drinking, both inside and outside the bar. "Are you ready to get drunk!" "Well, not so much drunk" "Oh come on Y/N! We need some fun! Hey, how about we find someone to go home with tonight huh? There's loads of sexy looking guys around hear!" "You know I'm not that type of woman Gabby, but if you want to find someone sexy, who am I to tell you what you can and can't do? All I'll say is, be careful and remember your tazer in your handbag, ok?" "Alright fine....god you sound like my mum" You and Gabby have a few drinks and have a relatively nice time out, it's nearly midnight when your sat at your table and Gabby runs back over to you, she is looking very excited.

"Y/N! Y/N! Is it ok if I leave you too it? You see that guy at the bar? I'm taking him back to my place to give him the time of his life!" "I supose that's fine Gabby, just remember-" "Be safe and don't forget about the tazer, I know. I'll see you later!" And with that, she runs back up to the bar and starts making out with this random guy. You were used to this sort of thing, always being the third wheel, it was normal for you. Other guys never gave you a second glance, so why bother going to look for attention? It was just a waste of time. Gabby walked out of the bar with this man, leaving you alone while other people were with their friends having fun. You were a very sensible woman and knew how to protect yourself just incase anyone tried anything. There were rumours that vampires were seen around this area for the last few weeks, but that didn't bother you. If there really was vampires around, wouldn't there be death reports? Especially with what everyone thinks vampires are like. Anyway, you sat there on your own and finished your drink, you didn't feel like staying out much longer, especially not with anyone to talk to. So you paid for your drinks and made your way outside, where there were only a handful of random drunk men all chatting and drinking. So you wait patiently in the area where taxi's turn up, one or two always come buy every half hour or so, but it seems that someone has seen you and likes the look of you. "Hey there sweet lips, what a girl like you doing all on her own huh?" "My name isn't sweet lips, I'm waiting for a taxi home, and I'm not a girl I'm a woman. Now go away"

You step away from him, but he takes another step closer to you, clearly not taking the hint. "I said go away" "Ah come on baby, you wanna have a little fun? I can show you something impressive" "Trust me, I highly doubt you have ANYTHING impressive to show me" "Wanna bet?" When you look at him, he shows you a large beaming smile, and suddenly 2 sharp fangs form at the top of his teeth, you instantly reach into your handbag once you realise he's a vampire. "Now, why don't you come along with me and I'll show you a good time eh?" "How about you go f#ck yourself" "You asked for it b#tch!" He lunges at you, but you grab his wrist, pull him down and take out your taser from your handbag. You taze him right inbetween his shoulder blades, making his shake in pain as he screams. He falls to the ground when you back off, still with the tazer in hand. "Oooh, you like it rough do you? Well let's see how you like this!" He runs right at you to attack you, but your one step infront, you dodge him for just a moment, but that was all you needed before you kicked him right in the ribs, and he fell to the floor winded. You don't hold back, you punch and kick him again and again, not allowing him a chance to get up and do something to you. Once you can see that he is in a complete state on the floor, you tell him. "I would have called the police, but pr#cks like you deserve karma" You are walking away from him when you suddenly bump into someone without realising.

He was 6 ft 5, he had long black wavy hair and his eyes were a piercing colour, almost like pearl mixed with diamond.

"Are you alright?" "Huh? Oh yeh, I'm fine. That guy over there was being-" "I know what we was doing...I was about to intervene before I saw how you handled him...I'm impressed..." "Thanks...its no less than what he deserves. Anyone willing to attack a woman on her own needs a taste of his own medicine. And I wouldn't be suprised if he's tried hurting other women too" "He's a disgrace to his kind..." "Yeh your ri-wait, his kind? You know he's a vampire?" "I can sence one of my own kin from anywhere, he's a disgrace. If you'll excuse me for just one moment" This towering man slips past you and makes his way over to the man who tried to assult you as he was getting back up. This man must have been a vampire too, but he seemed very mature....and strong. "Get up!" "Who the hell do you think you ar-Oh! My lord! I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you!" "I said get up!" "Yes, yes my lord" The man scrambles to his feet and addresses him, straightening himself up to look impressive. "I was a witness to how you treated this young woman, how do you explain yourself? And don't you dare think about lying to me, because I will know if you are. Remember, I witnessed what you did" "My lord, I-I was only trying to get lucky. She's looked-" "She looked what?" "...Easy? I was just trying to-" He couldn't say anything else when this mysterious man grabbed him by his throat and held him up, pinning him against the wall, it completely stunned you. "You dare speak about this woman in that way? Woman are suposed to be protected, cherished....not be seen as inanimate objects for your own personal use!" "I'm sorry-I'm sorry!"

"Silence!.....Leave this place and never darken the sight of any woman ever again, do I make myself clear?" "Yes! Yes I'm sorry lord Valek" What did he just say? No! It cant be can it? He throws this guy to the floor and he runs away as quickly as he could, and this man turns back and walks back to you, your to stunned to say anything. "I apologise for my actions just there, but like you said yourself, he deserves a taste of his own medicine" You were still a little shocked, and he could see that etched on your face. "Please don't be afraid my dear, I do not wish to frighten you in anyway. I'm sure you have heard many tales about my kind-" "Your him aren't you?" "I'm sorry?" "Your really him....your Jan Valek" He gives you a small smile "Indeed I am....and your...your not frightened....I can sence it from you" "No...no I'm not frightened" "How? Humans fear my kind and flee the moment they see us....but you haven't run away from me? Despite knowing who I am? Haven't your kind told you many terrible tales about me?" "They have..." "But?..." "But I'd rather see things for myself before I can judge" Again, a small smile is smoothing over his lovely lips, showing his beautifully white teeth. But something caught his attention, he could hear the sound of a patrol car coming that way, as well as police cars, there were patrol cars who had people trained in killing vampires who drove them, they were a danger to Valek. "Let me walk you to your taxi" He offered as you both walk towards one that just pulled up, he opened the door for you and closed it behind you when you got your seatbelt on.

He leaned against the open window as you look back at him. "I must leave, it's not safe for me to be out hear" "So? I wont be able to speak to you again?" "Is that something you would like?" "....yes, I would"

"Then we shall....this address is where it is safe for both of us" He says handing you a card, delicately brushing his fingers against yours as he pulls away. "If you wish to see me again, I will be at this address before sunset....but before you go, I must know....what beautiful name was bestowed to you?" "Y/N" "Y/N...its like music to the ear" He gently takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it. "I will hope to see you again, my dear Y/N....have a pleasant night" And with that, the taxi driver goes down the street as it takes you home, and Valek is able to flee the scene before the patrol arrives. You had many thoughts running through your mind as you make your way home. How the hell did you manage to speak to the very first vampire? Why didn't he kill you? Why was he interested in helping and talking to you? Why did he look so handsome? You shouldn't fine someone you just met so handsome, despite him being a vampire, THE vampire! Were you dreaming? Why did he kiss your hand and look at you like that? And will you really go through with it and see him again? Your family were so against vampires that if you mentioned anything about them, they wouldn't listen to single word you say, they were dead set against them...but you weren't.

You spent a few days at home, thinking about the pros and cons of seeing Valek again, and after some careful consideration, you decided to go. The next early evening, you told your family you were tired and were going to bed, they didn't care and said goodnight to you. Thats when you went upstairs to your room, slipped out of the upstairs window and made your way down the drain pipe to the ground. It was easy and you had done it many times before, so you slipped into the garage and pushed your moterbike out to the street, not wanting to make anyone in the house aware. You turn your bike on and head in the direction of the address he gave you. It took about 20 minutes to get there, and when you arrived, it was a motel. It didn't look very popular, but maybe that was a good thing. This may have been a safe place for vampires, especially considering he isn't able to be around humans in public for more than a few minutes without the fear of being hunted or killed. You parked up outside and walked towards the motel, there was only one room that looked like there was someone inside, so you walk up to the door and gave it a knock. And as soon as you did that, it swung open and standing in the doorway, was Valek. "You came, please come in Y/N" "Thank you" You walked in and there were other vampires there too, maybe 7 or 8?

They were all doing their own thing and chatting amongst themselves. "Y/N, may I offer you a drink?" "Oh yes please" He guides you over to the drinks table and he makes one for you first, then himself. It was surprisingly pleasant considering you were in a room filled with suposed monsters. They were all happy to meet you and talk to you, you spent most of the night talking to Valek but the others too, it was much calmer and nicer than any nights out you had with any human you knew, you really enjoyed yourself. You had been there nearly 3 hours already, and you started to feel quite hot, and Valek could see that. "Y/N your very red, would you like to get some fresh air" "I would love too" He walks you out of the motel room and you both lean against one of the vampires black cars outside, it was so nice to feel the cool breeze as you start to feel better. "I'm so pleased you came to see me Y/N, I wasn't sure you would come" "I honestly wasn't sure I was going to either, but I'm so glad I did. I've had the best night ever hear, laughing, drinking and feeling more at home than I do in my own house. My uhh...my family arent the easiest to live with" "Oh no, may I ask why?" "They're just so closed minded, they are so judgemental of everyone and I don't want to be anything like them. My parents are even judgemental towards me, they don't like who I am or how I like to experience new things. I honestly feel trapped there sometimes, but i have nowhere else to go" "Well you do now" "What do you mean?"

"You can be around us, everyone in that motel room really enjoyed your company and they have told me themselves that they hope you come again. I certainly hope you come back again, having you around....makes me feel more alive than I have ever felt" "You really mean that Valek?" "Every single word" This is very sweet of him to say, but you have some doubt. "What's wrong?" "Its just...Valek I....I don't know why you of all vampires would want to spend time with me" "What do you mean?" "Isn't it obvious? Valek, you are the oldest and strongest vampire in the world, the very first in existence" "What does that have do do with anything?" "I'm just some random human...I'm nothing special...so I don't understand why you would want to be around me. Humans think vampires are dangerous, so wouldn't vampires feel the same way about us? I just...." He listens to every word you say, and be can feel the worry behind them, but he is about to put all those thoughts at ease. He doesn't say a word as he steps up right infront of you, looking down at you with his piercing eyes. His knuckles gently brush against your cheek before his hand rests against your face, the tention between you both was deafening and you were desperate for his touch. From the moment you first laid eyes on him, there was this electricity you felt, and you didn't understand what it was, but with him being this close to you now, you knew what it was. Your eyes closed in anticipation of his touch, and then when you feel the soft smooth feel of his lips pressing against yours. It was very slow and delicate at first, almost like he was a little hesitant to come on to strong, but you had other plans.

Your hand gripped the back of his neck and your other hand grabs him by the collar, pulling him in closer and creating more passion between you both. He couldn't contain himself, he holds you against his body as he lifts you up and sits you on top of the car, slipping himself inbetween your legs as he stands above you, never breaking the kiss. My god this felt so good, his lips were so soft and yet full of hunger, and his tounge danced in your mouth as you grip a little harder onto him. You couldn't keep your hands off eachother, it was electrifying. A very loud noise suddenly burst through the air and startled both of you out of that moment, you hold onto eachother as you see that one of the higher vampires has got very drunk and fallen against a large rubbish bin, and that's what made the crashing sound. You look back at eachother and let out a little giggle when you realise it was nothing to be scared about. Unfortunately, before you and Valek could continue what you started, another higher vampire came out and called for Valek to come and help him, apparently one of the others had seriously hurt themselves and was in need of his help. He agreed and helped you down off the car, even though he wanted nothing more that to take you right then and there, and you wanted him too. "I uhh, I think it's time for me to go now Valek. If I'm not back soon, my family will know I snuck out" "I understand Y/N....this whole night was...." "Really nice..." "Most definitely....will you come back?" "Absolutely" He gave you a warm smile. "I'll see you soon, goodnight Valek" "Good night Y/N" He cups your face and kisses you sweetly just before you head to your moterbike, it made your cheeks warm from the blush. You give him a smile and a wave before you drive down the road and on towards home.

You managed to sneak back into your room without anyone realising you had gone, that was a very successful.....and perfect night.

You were able to do this for the next 2 weeks without being caught, and as things got worse between you and your family, it just got better and better with Valek and the vampires. You had made life long friends with a few of the higher vampires, and things just improved more and more between you and Valek. You couldn't stop making out when you had some time alone together, and each time it just got better and better. Valek had told you last night that it was only going to be him at the motel tonight, as the others had work to do, to improve his mansion. He told you about his mansion before and said once it's safe for humans, he would show you around. You were secretly quite happy that it would be just him tonight, you had so many scenarios in your head about being with him, could tonight be the night? 20 minutes before you were going to leave, you were in the kitchen having a drink when your father came in. "Why are you so happy?" "Am I not allowed to be happy?" "You never smile I'm this house" "And I wonder why that is" You say leaving the kitchen and walking into the living room. "Hey! I wasn't finished talking to you" "Well I am, so leave me alone" "You and your mother have something we want to discuss with you" "What's that?" You mother sits up to look at you, and says "We're going to need more rent money off you Y/N. Instead of £500, were going to need £800" "What?! It that's my entire paycheck! How will I afford to pay my bills and my petrol for my moterbike of you have all my money?!" "That's not mine and your mothers problem, we need the money" "If you need money that bad, get yourself a f#cking job!"

"I'm not working! Why should I have to get a job?" "Because your supose to be the ones paying for this house and supporting your daughter, not the other way around! You don't make Josh get a job!" "Your brother is a good boy, he doesn't need to work" "He's a bully who makes my life a living hell! And it's the same with you both too!" "Either you give us your money or your out of this house!" "Fine! Then I'm gone!" "Good! We never loved you, you were only something we could use! I hope you get eaten by vampires when your all alone out there in the street!" "Little do you know dad, but I would actually prefer the company of vampires to you and this hell hole of a house any day! I'm getting my things!" You stormed up the stairs and packed all your stuff up, your clothes, essentials, paperwork and anything what belonged to you. You didn't have much anyway so packing wasn't a problem, what was the problem was where you were going to live, what were you going to do. You storm back downstairs, through the door and start putting everything into your moterbike. Everyone came out and your dad said. "This can all be avoidable Y/N, just give us all the money you have when you get paid and you can stay hear. As long as you cook and clean every inch of this house too!" "How about you go f#ck yourselves! And by the way, not only will you never have anymore of my money, but I've been saving cash in my room from all of you for years! I've got a good couple of thousand in this bike" "You what?! Give it to us!" "No! You never helped me or made me feel like I was part of the family, I hope I never see you #ssholes ever again!" And right after you put on your helmet, you were driving as quick as a flash away from your family forever. You were finaly free of those cruel bast#rds.....but what were you going to do now? You had no home, and all the anger had flooded away, and now sadness had set in.

You were in floods of tears the whole time you drove to the motel, and all you wanted to do was scream at the top of your lungs and let it all out. Which you actually end up doing, it was extremely releaving and the sadness was screamed out along with the anger, at the end of it, you just felt tired of screaming, but my god it was good to get it all off your chest. If you hadn't have done that, you knew you would have been a wreck infront of Valek, and that's the last thing you want to be infront of him. You arrive outside the motel just after sunset and Valek is stood there waiting for you, you take off your helmet, and he instinctively know somethings not right, he can see your cheeks stained with tears. He uses his super speed to stand right beside you once your off the bike. "Y/N! My goodness what has happened? Has someone hurt you?! I swear if anyone even so much as laid a finger on you-"

"Valek please just take a breath, noone had hurt me, I'm ok" "Then what on earth has brought so much sadness and anger to you? I can sence it on you, it feels like it was stronger before you got hear" "Its my... it's my family Valek......they've kicked me out" "They what?! They've made you homeless? How could they do that to you?" "Valek listen, can we talk about this inside please? I'm cold out hear" "Yes of course, come with me" He put his arm over your shoulder as he lead you into the motel room, it was instantly much warmer in there, and it helped you feel more at ease. You both sat at the end if the bed, his arm still around your shoulder in a comforting way.

"What happened Y/N? Why did they kick you out?" "They demanded I give them all of my money. I was the only one who had a job in that house and i did everything to support them, when they don't lift a single finger. They demanded I give them my entire paycheck and cook and clean the house every day. There was no way I was going to do any of that, and they said I either had to give them my money, or leave" "Oh my poor Y/N, I'm so sorry this has happened" "You want to know something Valek? I'm actually releaved" "Releaved?" "Yes!" You say standing up, feeling a sudden burst of energy. "I was really upset and angry at them when it happened, but on the way hear, I did something that really helped. I never voiced my worries or problems, I try to hid it away. So I screamed at the top of my lungs as much as I could when I was driving. And I feel like a enormous weight has been pulled off my chest! I'm free! I'm free of them and I don't have to live in a god awful house with those #ssholes anymore! I have some money saved up so I can look for a place of my own, and I-" "Woh woh just stop there for just a moment. Y/N, I am so glad you feel happy about this, if I'd have known you were struggling that much in your house I would have intervened before. But listen to me when I say this, you do not have to spend your hard earned money on another home, because you already have one" "What do you mean?" "With me....come and live with me Y/N..." Now he stands up with you, being much closer to you. "My mansion has hundreds of bedrooms and places inside for fun. There's a games room, dining room, a ball room plus so much more, there's everything there you could ever want. My mansion can be your new home if you would like it, everyone else would love to have you there...and I would want nothing more than to have you stay. I could see you without having to worry about your safety, I could protect you from anything and anyone who tries to hurt or upset you...."

His hand held yours as he looked deep into your eyes. "I....I need to be around you Y/N....be with you....I adore you....what do you say? Will you stay with me? I could give you a home" "You reach up and hold his face in your hand. "Your mansion isn't my new home Valek....you are..." You knew that you loved him, and you knew you wanted nothing more than to share your life with him too. His smile was so beautiful as you tell him that, and he simply can't contain his excitement, he kisses you with an explosive passion. He instantly lifts you into his arms as he holds you against his chest, you hold on desperately to his shoulders and neck as the kiss gets more and more desperate, there was so much tention between you both, finaly you could do something about it. He throws you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, that was an incredible turn on, and it just made you wetter as he climbed on top of you and captured your lips in a fiary kiss again. You have had sex before, but this was truly something else! He tears your shirt away to reveal your bear breasts and his mouth is instinctively around your nipple, circling it in perfect motion as his hand is cupping and playing with your other breast. His hands and mouth were working magic on your body. I knew I wanted to f#ck him, but I didn't think I knew what that meant until right now. with his mouth feeling so good against my bare skin and my back arching off the bed as my hands tangle themselves into his thick black hair, my body was craving his touch "Oh f#ck" I moan, my eyes barely able to stay open, shivers of pleasure going through my body like electric shocks. He just smirked as he left and trail of hot, mark leaving kisses down towards your lower stomach. He rips your trousers off within a second, and he can see how wet you already are. "Oh f#ck Y/N, I've wanted to taste you for so long...but in more ways than one..." He makes sure your looking at him when he bares his vampire teeth, he licks the area of your inner thigh, asking for permission through his eyes. You were more than exited for him to bite you, you nod at him through your shaking desire, and once he sees that, he closes in on the inside warm skin of your thigh, biting into the soft and silky smooth skin. "HUH! Oh f#ck!" As soon as he bit into your leg, there were waves of intense desire and pleasure pulsing through your whole body, straight from that bite. And the more he sucked, the stronger it felt, it was as if any orgasm you had felt before was just a little muscle spasm compared to this incredible feeling. You couldn't contain the pure extacy that burst out of your lungs as he brought you to the most absolute purest of pleasurable feelings, you had never felt anything like it! Even after he stops biting you and licks the area where he bit you, it heals very quickly but the feeling us still resonating in your thigh and body. His hand glided up your body and eigjt up towards your neck and face, he glides a finger over your mpitj as he whispers "Isn't it beautiful? Something you'll never forget? I know I wont..."

A breathy moan escapes your lips as his hand glided back down your body, his delicious smile making you feel more and more turned on, but now it was time for the best part. His buried his head inbetween your legs and completely devoured you without holding anything back, he was like a man starved. It instantly made you shake and whimper in pleasure, somehow, the bite had done something to your body. It appears the venom released into your blood stream, has increased the nerve endings in your entire body, making even the smallest of touches feel orgasmic. He doesn't stop licking and sucking at your tender clit, inserting two fingers inside of you and bringing you to orgasm within mere moments of him touching you down there. You feel multiple orgasms flow through you again and again, your shouting out in utter pleasure from all this excitement flowing through you. You get to a point where it's so strong, you feel like your about to pass out, but he senses this and stops after making you feel your 4th orgasm just with his tounge. You lie on the bed, exhausted from all the pleasure, but he wasn't finished yet. He was just giving you a break before the main event, snd he did that by slowly undressing infront of you, releasing his rock hard throbbing cock, it bounced against his stomach as it was pulled out of his black boxer shorts. You were able to get your breath back before he was on top of you again, you could feel his cock against the inside of your thigh, and his bare muscular chest pressed against your breasts.

"You sound so beautiful when you cum...do you want more?...." "Yes Valek" "Tell me you want more....beg for me..." "I need you Valek! Please f#ck me! Make me yours!" And just like that, he pulls you up and sits you on his lap in the lotus position, grabbing your hips and sliding himself inside of you with one fast thrust. Your breath catches in your throat, my god he felt so good inside you, he stretched you and you could feel his full length and he bucked your hips back and forth. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your fingers leaving scratches all over his back as you hold him against you, f#cking you mercilessly and making you see stars. Again and again he makes you cum so strong that you feel like you going to pass out in his arms. You can feel hes getting close now too, he looks deep into your eyes, still thrusting into you. "Just one more my beautiful treasure, just cum for me one more time..." Tears are streaming down your face, but despite the sheer over stimulation your feeling, you are able to nod in agreement for him, and he kisses you neck as he starts thrusting harder, and harder.

"Oh god Valek! I can't! Oh f#ck I'm gunna-" All of a sudden, he slams you down onto you back against the bed and full on pounds into you with all his might, bringing you to the most powerful, full body shaking, lung squeezing screaming release you had ever experienced in your entire existence! You were so loud you thought the next county could hear you! He hit his release too, just as strong as yours, and he was loving every single moment of your body experiencing everything he was doing to it. Once he finaly stoped moving his hips, you rest your head against his shoulder for a moment, feeling absolutely exhausted and drained from the whole experience, but it was the best s#x of your entire life. "I have lived for 600 years, and tonight was the best night I have ever had" "It was incredible Valek....I feel so....I cant keep my eyes...open..." "Shhh my beautiful treasure, you need to relax and sleep after our time together. Hear, let you help you get comfortable" He lies down beside you and pulls you into his arms, you have little to no strength at all, your barely able to hold onto him. He lies your head on his chest, holding you close and running his fingers through your hair. "That was the best night of my life Valek... you were so...it was..." "Shhh my treasure, you need to sleep now. That's it, just close your eyes...I'll be right hear...."

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #jan valek #jan valek x reader

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for the dickkory valentines day prompts - love confession

Dick doesn’t expect it to happen here.

He’s always thought for a love this strong — a love this true — there needed to be a moment. Something big and grand and seared into their memory forever. If anything, he thought it’d be in the midst of a battle. They’ve had so many near death experiences it’s become a little hard to parse them out. So many times they’ve held each other, bleeding out and fighting to stay alive, but the closest Dick has ever come to confessing something is; I need you to hang on. Which, he knows is not the same, but feels so much easier to say.

If not when the end is near, then maybe right before they step around the corner, right into danger. Just a quick quip of the words, a reminder that there’s always something worth coming home to. That they can play the hero, but not the martyr. It would be said with a small quirk of a smile, crinkled eyes and a raised eyebrow that promises something more after the fight’s been won. But he doesn’t say it there either. Kory, be careful, which is nearly there, but not quite.

They’ve had date nights and they press each other into the sheets of their bed, but still, nothing has ever felt right. Dick keeps the words tucked right behind his teeth and dipped below his tongue. He’s tried to corral those eight letters, mold them into three words, and breathe them into existence, but for all his bravado they stay right where they are. 

They’re in the kitchen, the warm beams of sunrise pouring through the wide windows. Dick is the last one awake, which is normally not like him, but they had an exhausting night and he’s already contemplating crawling back into bed. 

Kory and Gar are in the kitchen making breakfast while Tim, Connor, and Rachel chatter away in between stolen bites of bacon. Rachel demands Gar add more chocolate chips to the waffles and Tim tries to convince Kory that avocado toast counts as breakfast food. Dick stops for a moment, takes in the sight of his team — his family — happy and here and alive. His quiet moment of observation lasts a few seconds at best before his name is called out by three different people and he’s soon bombarded with questions about what their schedule looks like for today and whether they can go out after training.

“Go set the table,” Kory laughs as she shoos all of them from the island, save for Gar as he finishes off the last of the waffles.

“Morning Dick,” Gar says with a smile patting him on the shoulder as he passes by with the perilously stacked set of waffles on an almost too small plate. 

The rest of them groan like teenagers as they file out into the dinning room, muttering something about adults only and they better not be kissing over our food. Dick ignores the faint flush on his cheeks as he shuffles into the kitchen. Kory hands him a fresh, steaming mug of coffee just the way he likes it.

It warms his fingers and the faint hint of hazelnut from the creamer he swears up and down he doesn’t like (Bruce taught me to drink it black. Well, Bruce doesn’t know the meaning of fun) but sneaks into his cup when no one is looking. 

Thank you is what he means to say, but instead he blurts out, “I love you.”

Kory just smiles, warm and bright like the morning sun. “You saying that to me or the coffee?” She asks in a teasing voice as she steps between his legs, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“You,” he grins, “definitely you.”

“Love you too,” she hums before she leans forward and kisses him.

She tastes like chocolate and hazelnut and like the rest of Dick’s life. And what else can he do besides tell her that he loves over and over again.

tagging the dickkory besties @escapism-through-imagination @ambeauty @blackloislane @lady-stirling @jonskory sorry if i missed anyone!

#dickkory #DKVDay23 #koriand'r #dick grayson #dc titans #dick x kory #confessing your love over coffee can actually be something so personal

[wastedlands]

miscellaneous thoughts inspired by the show. under the cut mostly for length.

this isn't a major nitpick but i didn't realise until looking at the map again that shady sands is. Way farther north than los angeles (vault 13 is around the fresno area, and actually quite close to the divide). i was hoping for boneyard / dayglow lore in the show mainly because they are relevant to my ocs and we haven't seen one of them Ever. honestly i'm guessing that the writers really wanted to use shady sands since it is more recognizable and did not quite realise that the map didn't line up. which is 🤷‍♀️. i do like that the triumvirate vaults are near the cathedral something something it's like poetry it rhymes.

i'm surprised by how much the moments with the brotherhood made me think, but i have a lot of thoughts about the relationship that's set up between knight and squire specifically with sawyer. he has never taken the power armor for granted, with first hand experience feeling the balance of power shift dramatically (in a suit with no fusion core, having to abandon the suit). he would have also seen a lot of good squires, a lot of good people die. as a knight and especially as knight-captain, he deliberately made sure that he was keeping an eye out for the various squires that worked under him and ensuring their safety.

i keep pondering lucy interacting with ashley and luke, and their wildly different lived experiences within the ncr. i generally think it would have been very impactful to have her meet citizens of the ncr and grapple with what she's been told her entire life in the vault, facing the truth of a new society in the wasteland but also its failings in trying to follow a past structure. especially with luke if he returns to the west coast by the time of the show (hey if the ncr no longer exists, then they can't make sure he never comes home lol.)

i need the ghoul and raul tejada to be besties.

idk what it is with bethesda and the enclave (insert the hbomb quote here) but MAN i'm so fucking glad we got that line about the enclave being real. i LOVE little shit like that which shows the evolution of the world and mythbuilding. it shows how much of a death blow the fall of the oil rig and navarro were that within 50 years the enclave are merely legend. mwah that's just good writing.

also if they're bringing up the enclave in the show, the least they could have done was give me an eyebot. i miss my son ed-e.

#fallout tv spoilers #i’ll find a new place to be from — 𝙤𝙤𝙘. #little bit of everything here #for people who write the show characters: if you see smth here you like for plots you are more than welcome to hmu

[gretchenfinch]

!! !! !! (go bestie show ur blorbos to the world)

xo i owe you my life and i forgor to post this bc i wrote it on my phone and i wanted to post art with it

1. Clementine Zhang (she/her)

What Is There To Be Said About Clem. she's autistic she's adhd she's a mechanical genius she's dumb as fuck she's funny she's insane i love her i want to yeet her through a window

she was from a fairytale curses rpg and her curse was sleeping beauty, aka Getting A Full Night Of Sleep which iirc was predicated by her girlfriend being mad that she worked too hard

she has a mechanical horse which she is so bad at pretending is a real horse. the horse's name is peninsula. it only eats oil

she was named after clementine kesh bc partizan was starting around the time we started playing that. i sketched her appearance for the first time when i was with my mom in the hospital after her surgery. she's SUCH a product of her time

she's an older sister and she's forever mad she's short while her little brother is tall as fuck. her brother went away to school for years and she forgot about him (aka i forgot about him) until he showed up with a fairy wife and a Baby

in the modern au she's just a weird horse girl who's into engineering and scoots everywhere

the funniest part about clem is that me and lav roleplayed AND WROTE her and her girlfriend getting together in a dumb way and then we got together in a similar, somehow dumber way. the dynamics are damn near identical. clem and lia were INSTRUMENTAL for my relationship.

2. Dig Iwatani (he/him)

MY SKRUNKLIEST SCRIMBLO i hate dig i love dig he's the worst Twink ever

so dig started because i wanted to do a star crossed lovers thing when i gmed a space opera rpg and i needed an Antagonist so i made the boy's older sibling be an absolute BITCH of a gay. he's the crown prince he's the golden child he's the worse he's their dad's favorite he's willing to commit murder he's the heir to a fucking mining planet (that's why he's called dig) he used to be with the prince of the whole galactic empire. he's a bitch and i love him so much.

dig in the au is much more interesting imo because while i love princes the dichotomy between him being the heir to his dad's fortune AND being gay is more interesting irl so of course i made his dad, and consequently, dig, homophobic. and then his whole development came from @mira-miranha and i thinking ha wouldn't it be fun if he met this very unapologetically queer character

and then we went wait a minute. what if they Dated

and now i have multiple thousands of words about him overcoming his repression and his guilt and becoming proud of himself and letting go of the caretaker role he assumed for his siblings :) i love him so much i think he deserves the world

3. Galle Boucher (she/her)

I NEVER GET TO TALK ABOUT GALLE

she's such a creature. originally she was part of an amnesia rpg (you know that thing where you don't know your character traits and you have to figure it out little by little) and she was a knight and also a homunculus but that party became incredibly weird morally so she ended up becoming a knight of death herself???? her family is cheese farmers and her appearance was based off of that zendaya joan of arc look and she was ready to fuck

translating that into the au became so much. so she's still from a family of french cheese farmers but in a trip to the uk when she was 16 she got slammed by a car and lost her memory. so this weird dutch guy witnessed the accident and called emergency and all that and he felt responsible for her. so after that near death experience she didn't really feel a connection with her home anymore and became a goth and got adopted by the dutch guy who's not even that much older than her. now she's in mortician school, fucking her rich professor and her wife and the most recent development is of course that she's also fucking/dating nadia whom i love and whom is also rich as fuck from being a mafia princess. actually the most recent development is that she and her dad got a golden retriever named croissant. she's also a boxer and she's now on her way to becoming a wrestler. think about that one lady wrestler who's all goth and shit? that's the exact vibes for galle. her full name is gallebrie anne-marie boucher.

there's a whole thing i wrote about galle where she's gone back to her hometown and she finds out her ex girlfriend is now married with a baby in the way and she's taking care of her mom but she cant remember anyone's names. that was a fun experiment and when i know french i want to rewrite that

thank u for the ask xo sorry i took so long to answer <3

#my art #my ocs #my babies my children my mortal enemies

[msommers]

*rubs my lil hands together* death, education, kiss, kill, and ocean for riya!

thank uuuu xoxox // oc asks: firsts

DEATH: What was your OC's first experience with death? Was it a person they knew, a pet they had, a story they heard? How did they feel about it then, and what do they remember about it now?

hmmmmm. her oldest brother goes on some fairly dangerous quests, he's probably lost one or two allies/friends along the way and i think hearing him talk about those losses would be her first experience with it. i'd say she was mostly confused and a little sad about the whole thing. confused because she'd never seen her big brother as anything but jovial and cranked up to an 11 on the energy scale (for sure a calculated display on his part) and she didn't fully understand what was happening, and then upset because He was so sad and her hugs couldn't fix it. it was incredibly hard for her to grasp the concept because regulus was Thee unkillable, insanely cool, ultra hero in her eyes and it didn't make sense that he or his dope friends could perish in battle. impossible thought, they'd just get back up again to keep fighting, duh. what she remembers now is emotion he did his very best to hide from her while she was there, and how gently her parents found a distraction to take her from the room so they could have a heart-to-heart with their son in private.

EDUCATION: What was your OC's first experience with school or education? Were they homeschooled? Apprenticed? Sent away to study? If they didn't have any kind of schooling, where did they learn about the world or pick up the skills they have now?

i imagine for some years there she was in the hands of a tutor that had been with the family since the first kid was born. some greying man who had a surprising patience for riya's struggles with retaining larger loads of information and lack of focus with studies all around, which she missed after she was moved into the circle. it took a few years for an enchanter to come around who listened to her father's explanations on how she was best taught, though it didn't make her any less bored during “proper” lessons lmao. her father would give occasional magic lessons whenever the vibe was right, and i think she received a lot of her weapons/armor training from regulus and whoever was the one to teach him years ago.

KISS: What was your OC's first kiss like? Who was it with? Do they remember it?

she's had too many kisses, i don't think riya would be able to remember which exact one was the first because she would've been so excited to get more in after that initial experience. was it the giggle-filled smooch shared in an alcove of the estate garden with the daughter of one of her mother's noble friends? or was it the quick peck given to a boy who was nearing the end of his time as a page for one of the knights of the family? who's to say, really. she remembers the little touches of the moments the best, i think. her taking the girl's hand in hers so they could return to the path after, the feel of the boy's sleeve against her fingers as she leaned in close, etc etc.

KILL: When was the first time your OC killed someone? How did they feel about it then, and do they still think about it now? If your OC has never killed before, would they? Under what circumstance?

i think? last session?? unless i've forgotten something, but i think that wombo combo of magnify gravity + binding ice was the first time riya killed somebody (not counting darkspawn, sorry besties 💜). she for sure hasn’t had much time to think about it between the murder of the knight vigilant, the departure of a party ally, and now the fresh hot off the press murder of a captured mage, but i have no doubt it’ll pop up within the next few sessions (and force me, a lazy person, to make up how she’s feeling about it all on the spot).

OCEAN: When was the first time your OC saw the ocean? How did it make them feel? If they've never seen the ocean, do they want to?

riya lived right next to the waking sea her entire life and never found it interesting until the last year or so that she spent there, when her and victor started making all sorts of fanciful travel plans which would take them beyond the waters she’s stared at for two decades. suddenly the thought of seeing the far off oceans was adventurous! exciting! romantic! and then he died and took all of that enthusiasm for the exploration with him. she’s had a little time now to grieve and take steps towards accepting their plans will never be, and it’ll likely be even more time before the party takes to an ocean (if they ever do) but i imagine there will be some melancholic energies should the journey take them there. she’s in no rush to be reminded of the dreams she shared with her love, y'know.

#ch: valeriya de clairmont #their travel plans were dumb and their parents would have had to pull so many tricks to keep them out of trouble #but they were also full of love and excitement so that makes up for it i swear

[haleigh-sloth]

Tenko/Tomura shares his regeneration quirk with Bakugo? Bakugo breaks down the door in vestige world so Deku can get in? Any new or changed ideas with Bakugo and Shiggy becoming friends? And any theory on what Deku is doing? Currently I wonder if he stopped to have lunch at a fancy restaurant.

Gonna say it's unlikely on the regeneration thing. Giving and taking quirks probably (hopefully) won't be a solution for anybody outside of Deku and Shigaraki because of the whole "eating away at your life force" shit. Plus it's not really a good or interesting or creative way to progress the plot. Plus it'd be way out of place here anyway. ShigAFO has no reason to give him a regeneration quirk.

I saw some post pointing out how Nitroglycerin is used to help hearts or something. Given Hori's recent inclusion of using elements (phosphorous lmao) I may expect him to use that somehow. But if not that, Bakugo will be fine some way or another. Just because your heart stops doesn't mean you're dead. Peoples' hearts stop and are resuscitated often. But we don't even need to get medical with it, because Shigaraki came back after his little near death experience in the dream scape also.

On Bakugo breaking down the vestige door and Izuku entering: POSSIBLY. Maybe. Definitely a possibility.

We need more information. But for theorizing--either Bakugo will literally be in the vestige and open that vault door while Izuku enters and then gets to Tenko, or he metaphorically opens that vault door. And by that I mean, on the outside he creates an opening or an opportunity for Izuku to GET to Shigaraki on the outside, so that he and Shigaraki can both enter the vestige together and settle their stuff there, while Bakugo remains on the outside still. I feel like if it went the metaphorical route (which I'd prefer tbh), it would be incredibly obvious visually that he's still following in the 2nd user's steps. Somehow Hori would pull it off if he did that. And I think it's possible.

Regardless---Bakugo is that bridge between Shigaraki and Izuku. Bakugo has been in Shigaraki's position in a few ways (hijacked body, sought out by Shigaraki, rejection and understanding play a part in his arc). All while simultaneously walking the same heroic journey as Izuku. Again, he doesn't have a villain counterpart. So imo, his position would best be used to bring the two sides together. In his case, it would be the villain and hero he IS associated with in the saving challenge. So those two.

On what Izuku is doing: Probably fighting seagulls.

On the endgame with those three: My prediction hasn't changed. I think the three of them will team up together to defeat AFO, the common enemy. And after that experience I still think in the end they'll be friends and all three like each other. And be in each other's lives from that point forward, like implied somehow (photos at the end showing them older or something idk).

My long term predictions haven't changed since like, 2020: Shigaraki and Midoriya--->friends; possibly annoying sibling dynamic since AFO/OFA is a brother feud. Shigaraki and Bakugo and Midoriya--->disasters when together, but they have fun. Touya--->with family, annoying dead beat oldest sibling. Toga and Ochacko---> Toga at UA with them, they're besties, Tsuyu too.

#i don't have a serious guess as to what deku is doing i'm sorry lajfasj #i'm assuming either fighting or it was a fleet of people sent to get him and transport him maybe #but that feels like a stretch #i'm guessing he's fighting #bnha #boku no hero academia #anonymous #bnha asks #bnha spoilers #bnha 362 #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #bakugo katsuki #midoryia izuku #bnha predictions

[staycalmandhugaclone]

If you're new, this all starts with Touch Starved - Echo! You can read this little chunk as a standalone, or head back to the beginning for the full experience!

One of my besties on here mentioned they had some specific aversions severe gore, so I made a toned down version so they could still enjoy the story. Please don't hesitate to reach out with requests like this! If you're invested in my writings but aren't comfortable with a certain trigger warning, just let me know and I'll do my best to offer a version that is better for you!

Febuwhump Day 6 (Censored)

Secrets Revealed – OC Medic & TBB - An unexpected EMP forces Doc to reveal aspects of their past that could well turn the batch against them. Click here for the uncensored version.

Warnings: Mild descriptions of gore/injury, language, panic attacks, angst, PTSD flashbacks, self-depreciation, offhand reference to minor character death. This one hits a lot of potentially triggering topics pretty intensely and is fueled from a very dark place I was in with my own injury. Be kind to yourself. Healing is a nonlinear process.

WC: 6,291

Shoulder rolling to shift the strap of my medbag out of the crevice between my shoulder bell and chest plate, I glanced behind me to where Tech stood before a large blast door, fingers flying across the screen of his datapad. He’d been fighting to splice the security program for several minutes already, and each minute lost brought his brows furrowing closer together, lips bunching in annoyance. Turning my attention back to the hall behind us, I tried to listen for any signs of approaching enemies, but Echo and Crosshair’s distraction elsewhere on the Separatist flagship seemed to be a grand success. Hunter and Wrecker were on the level directly below us, acting as a secondary contingency plan should we run into trouble.

“It’s no use.” Eyes wide, I turned in shock to find Tech disconnecting his handheld from the panel near the door. “It would likely take me several more minutes to breach their firewalls. I am not comfortable with such a delay.”

“Guess Echo and I should have swapped places.” I said apologetically, earning a skeptical look from the tall clone.

“Echo is a highly skilled arc trooper. His chances of survival behind enemy lines far outweigh your own whereas your knowledge of the sciences will be useful in skimming through their records for relevant data.” I shot him a blank look - I’d been there when Hunter explained our roles, just the same as him.

“Doubling down on how quickly we can sift through their records is only worthwhile if we can get in there.” He didn’t wait for me to finish my retort before shutting down his datapad and hooking it to his waist.

“That won’t be a problem.” He dismissed. Without allowing me a chance to respond, he brought his comm to his lips. “Wrecker, go ahead and deploy-”

“I get to use it?!” Wrecker shouted. Tech frowned at the interruption, but his voice remained calm as he answered.

“Yes; it seems they’ve increased se-”

“Yeah, yeah; enough talkin’!” Tech let out a small sigh before beginning to shut down the communicator.

“Very well. Cutting comms.” I frowned, unsure why whatever Wrecker was doing would warrant actually turning off his gear.

“Is he blowing up some power unit for the door?” I asked doubtfully. His eyebrow cocked at my question.

“In a sense. I would advice turning off your communicator.” I stood still a moment longer, trying to understand. “Once the EMP detonates, we will be able to force open the door enough to” I didn’t hear the rest of his sentence, heart plummeting.

“E… EMP?” My voice nearly caught in my throat, body already taking a half step back. Hearing the sudden fear in my voice, Tech turned his full attention to me, as though he might find answers with a mere glance.

“Yes. That’s why he and Hunter are positioned directly below us.” Panic turned my blood to ice, heart bursting into a frantic pace.

“N… the-the radius – what’s the radius?!” Stammered words quickly turned into a shout, legs stumbling to remember how to move.

“Approximately thirty meters – enough to allow”

“No-no-no-no.” Thirty meters. Run. Run. Don’t think. The futility of the mad dash didn’t matter; the certainty that there simply wasn’t time to cross such a distance. The concern and confusion in Tech’s voice as he called my name didn’t matter. Just run.

I barely felt the ripple of static as the world went dark. Mid-sprint, my ankle went dead, foot falling limp and catching on the hard ground. And then I was falling, body crashing with enough force to tear the air from my lungs. For a single, blissful second, my mind was too taken by that threat of suffocation, lungs burning as my diaphragm balked beneath the sudden assault, but then that dread returned.

I remembered knowing we on the Separatist ship. I remembered knowing that Tech was with me, that Hunter and Wrecker were barely ten meters below us, and the Havoc Marauder was carefully hidden against an emergency escape on the outer hull. I remembered that the ship crash that first brought me officially into the Republic army was nearly two years ago and those wounds had long since healed, but, the instant the lights went out, those memories slipped away amidst the terror of nerves screaming beneath a memory far more consuming: pain.

Deaf to the wheezing of my faltered breathes, logic abandoned me. There was only fear; limbs flailing to push me upright, as though maybe I was mistaken; maybe I’d merely tripped, but, when I pulled my leg under me, when the sweeping beam of a flashlight showed how my foot hung listless to any demand to move, I was right back on that crippled transport unable to unsee the ruin of that joint.

“No-no-no.” The senseless plea stammered over numb limps and I felt myself crash back to the ground, strength abandoning me. Good leg dragging atop the smooth tiles, I just managing to push myself back against the wall, hands clawing into my shin as I stared dumbly at the useless joint. I knew there was no blood soaking beneath my hands, knew there was no pain shooting from ruined flesh, but the very memory of that long ago agony locked my every muscle, terrified that one wrong move might reawaken shrieking nerves – remind them that I should hurt, that it would never stop hurting.

I couldn’t hear the way my rapid gasps deteriorated into broken whimpers, nor the growingly frantic calls from Tech as he dropped to his knees beside me. It wasn’t until his hand slipped beneath mine, just beginning to cradle the wretched limb, that I even realized I wasn’t alone, and that horror struck me anew.

“Don’t touch me!” The screech tore from my throat, body violently lashing out to kick him away, still unable to tear my gaze from the way my foot simply… dangled, rocking listlessly with the momentum of my frantic movements. The thud of plastoid hitting metal was enough to pull my gaze away for just a moment, but it was enough. The fierce concern gleaming through the rich umber of his eyes… my friend… he was…

Bringing one hand back to bury my forehead against my palm, I strained to drag myself back to some level of control, cursing the fluttered racing of my heart, the way my entire torso convulsed in gulping, too-shallow gasps, lips twisted into a feral snarl as my teeth ground painfully together. The trill of a comm booting up drew my attention back to him, gaze wavering between him the that cursed joint.

“Very good. Now, can you tell me what happened?” I saw his mouth move long before hearing some distorted semblance of his voice. Had he been speaking earlier? What… what did he say? The familiar rhythm of my name fell from his lips in a tone far gentler than I’d ever heard from the man, dragging my focus back just a bit more.

“I will avoid contact as best I can, but I need you to help me understand what’s wrong.” He held his hands out before him, fingers splayed as though to further prove he wasn’t a threat. I found myself only able to stare at him for several seconds, mind lilting between the madness of fear and that fleeting grasp of logic. Tech. It was Tech kneeling before me. We were on a mission… My ankle…

“M… I-I…” I watched my fingers curl tighter around my leg, eyes sharpening into a glare as I looked back to my ankle in a sickening flurry of disgust and rage.

“Hunter, do you read me?” Scowling anew at the violent tremble I couldn’t begin to hide, my attention swept back to the man before me, the carefully leveled crispness of his voice a painful contrast to the unrelenting panic continuing to flood my veins with adrenaline. “I am unsure what happened, but the EMP seems to have compromised Doc.” Compromised. The consequences of his words broke through the fog of distortion.

“N… no-no! I’m not…” My lips moved before I could fully grasp the entirety of the thought, hand shaking as it darted out to snatch at his wrist. Still, I couldn’t quite grasp the sharp bark of Hunter’s reply.

“Just a moment – standby.” Tech said absently before disconnected the line. “Are you lucid enough to explain what happened?” Frowning, I had to repeat his words silently before finding some vague meaning. What happened…

“The… the EMP,” I stammered, gaze dropping to where my hand continued to cling to his wrist. He didn’t pull away, and the subtle warmth seeping through that slim space between his vambrace and glove suddenly felt overwhelming, attention tuning into it with a focus wildly disproportionate to the simplicity of it. “It killed the… the MPS.” He was silent for barely a second before understanding dawned on him.

“A micel power supply? You have a mechanical leg?” He asked, looking at my ankle with new interest. I’d just begun forming a reply when his hand moved toward the limb once more, and that terror tore through me with the same ferocity, body shying from him as though his very touch might rend my flesh to ruin.

“Don’t!” Even I could hear the madness in my voice, wide eyes staring blindly at my ankle as the color drained from my face. Instantly, he pulled back once more, expression falling back into that studious attentiveness, mind churning over some illogical equation.

“If this is from before you joined us, it should be long passed any ill effects from merely being touched.” He pressed, the simple rationality of his words reawakening the stomach-churning shame and wrenching a choked sob from me, knuckles cracking from where they still clenched his wrist.

“The battery should be easily replaceable. This is merely a temporary inconvenience.” He continued, confusion pulling his expression into a subtle frown. “For ease of mobility, a splint will keep the joint stationary until we can requisition a replacement.” The mere thought of seeing that limb in a splint again churned my stomach so sharply, I had to snatch my lip between my teeth to still the gag.

“What’s going on up there, Tech?” Hunter’s voice chimed impatiently from his comm, earning a flash of irritation from the pilot.

“Mechanical limb I wasn’t aware of – the EMP drained the power supply, but…” The words muttered absently from his lips, gaze quickly drifting back to mine.

“Doc has a robot arm?” The mic only just picked up Wrecker’s comment.

“Leg, unfortunately.” Tech automatically corrected.

“Can you get the both of you back to the Marauder?” Hunter asked.

“No!” The word burst from me with a whole new dread. “N-no, no, I’m… I’m fine-I’m…” I had to take a long moment to breathe, jaw shifting in some desperate drive to explain – to prevent them from calling off the mission because of me. “We don’t need to fall back!” It sounded like I was begging him… maybe I was.

“I believe there is time to retrieve at least some of the data before we need to leave.” Tech stated, eyes burring into mine as I looked up at him in shocked gratitude.

“Fine.” Hunter nearly growled after a long pause, “Wrecker and I will double-time it to you, but if there’s any sign of danger, get out of there.”

“Understood.” With that, he disconnected the call once more before watching me in a heavy silence, waiting. I tried to speak, lips twitching with words I couldn’t quite force into existence.

“If I may voice a theory,” He started, voice dropping into something almost gentle, “It seems whatever injury led to your augmentation left a greater impact than the augmentation itself.” Blinking against the burn of tears I refused to let fall, I felt the air fill my lungs; felt the still painfully quick racing of my heart; felt the heat of his wrist that he still made no effort to free from my grasp, and some wretched cocktail of defeat and fear and anger stole through me.

“It was… it was bad, okay?!” I finally snapped, already losing what little control I’d just begun to regain over my too-quick breathes. “I was… I was alone, and it… hm… It was c-crushed… It…” Just thinking of that night… my stomach seized, body going taut with the effort to force it back under control. I didn’t want to look at him – didn’t want to see that impatience or frustration in the face of my weakness, but my gaze seemed drawn to him. And I felt myself go still. There was no hint of annoyance in those eyes. With a deep quiet, he merely listened, focus tuned so fully onto me, I wondered just how much he learned from everything left unspoken.

“What you are describing is a type of post traumatic stress disorder.” He explained with a calm I found myself captivated by. “Just because it is considered a mental disorder, does not make it any less severe or debilitating that a physical injury.” A glimmer of sympathy and regret touched those eyes before he continued, “But, at present, I am afraid there is very little leeway to allow for appropriate consideration. If we are to finish the mission, we need to move quickly. That means securing your joint to prevent it from becoming a greater liability.” My throat constricted against the truth in his words. “If you are unable to apply a splint yourself, I can”

“No.” It left on a sharp breath, but he didn’t press as I gathered my thoughts, finally forcing myself to release him if only to begin slipping the pack from my shoulders, movements jolted and unsteady. “I can… I can do it.” He drew a slow, deep breath before reaching out to help me free my arms from the unyielding straps.

“Go.” I instructed quietly, trying not to think as I began digging through the main pouch to retrieve the brace. “I can do this.” Despite the weakness of my voice, he hesitated only a moment longer before nodding and pushing himself to his feet. Without another word, he darted back down the hall toward the powerless door.

I focused on the sounds booming through the darkness as I flicked on my own flashlight, forgotten in the depth of that momentary insanity. I focused on the quiet grunts as he strained against the weight of the door that I was supposed to help him with; listened to the metal finally begin to grind open. Eyes blindly following the movements of hands I tried vainly not to remember were mine, I listened to the quiet flutter of his footsteps darting through the neighboring room, certain he was using a mobile power source to boot up individual servers.

I was supposed to be helping him – pouring through that endless data right beside him; shouldering some of the weight of the endless responsibilities constantly thrown at these men I so desperately wanted to protect, but instead I sat curled against the wall, hands seizing inches from my unresponsive foot, grip burring into the split until my fingers ached. Move. Move, dammit! Just tie the damn thing up so you don’t slow them down any more than you already have!

Chest shaking beneath gasps too shallow to even feign relief from the suffocation burning my lungs, I felt the muscles of my arms tense, straining to push the limbs forward, to function, to just touch that useless limb before Hunter and Wrecker could see me in such a pathetic state. The very tip of my finger just managed to brush against my heal, and my body shook as though even that fleeting sensation might burn me. But there was nothing. Of course, there was nothing.

With that mental block finally broken, I wrenched the splint around my ankle, movements rushed by my own frustration and contempt. If I had just done this when the EMP first went off, maybe I still could have been of some use to Tech, but I couldn’t begin to guess how much time had been wasted in that pointless panic.

When I finally managed to push myself up against the wall, mind still rebelling at even the thought of resting that foot atop the floor, the sound of quickly approaching footsteps echoed distantly through the darkness. Bag tucked into the corner, I leveled my blaster toward the sound, eyes straining in search of those familiar silhouettes, finger ready to dance atop the trigger if I saw anything but.

“Can’t get you out of here if you shoot us.” Hunter’s weary voice carried down the hall seconds before he and Wrecker came into sight, and I couldn’t bring myself to offer more than a huff of relief. They said nothing more as they trotted quickly up to me.

“How come you didn’t tell us about the leg? ‘bet Echo’s gonna be jealous we found us first!” Wrecker asked. Beneath that boisterous personality, there was a subtle gentleness in his words that robbed me of any façade of stability.

“It’s a long story.” I could only risk whispering the words on a slow sigh.

“Wrecker: stay with Tech. When Echo checks in, I don’t care how close to finishing he is – get him out of there.” Hunter ordered. Wrecker glanced between us a moment but gave a reluctant mockery of a salute and continued quickly toward the server room. Only after the grinding of metal signaled he’d reached the door did Hunter turn to me, modulator further emphasizing a long exhale. I tried to force out some explanation; some excuse that might grant me reprieve from the disappointment I could feel even through the darkness of his visor.

“I’m guessing there’s a very good reason you didn’t mention having a cybernetic?” Defeat stole through me. There was no escaping this.

“It’s my ankle.” I finally whispered. “Just the joint – I was able to save everything else.” He didn’t move for a moment. Watching me in a heavy silence, he leaned down and absently picked up my helmet. I stared blindly at it for several seconds before managing to convince my body to move, to take the object that had become such a vital part of my identity and slip it seamlessly over my head once more.

“Come on.” He grumbled, stepping up against my right side and wrapping an arm tightly around me. The initial surprise of his touch left me tense, but he merely tilted his visor toward me; waiting. Hand still trembling, I tentatively slid my arm over his shoulders, gaze dropping both from guilt and shame as well as from the lingering afterimage of fear demanding I guard that ruined limb. He took a single step forward and stopped, shifting expectantly toward me. My thigh moved forward, muscles tensing to finish the stride as best as the immobilized joint would allow.

I didn’t notice how my fingers began to grip at the thick muscle sloping down to his shoulder, back going rigid as I strained to convince my body to walk; to move; that there was no pain; no traumatic injury still in need of coddling. Twice, I managed to just brush the tile floors with my heel, but both times the limb jerked back, an icy sweat quickly seeping through my blacks and soaking into my hair as that tremble stole through me like an infection.

“Set your toes down first.��� His voice dropped into a murmur, wrenching my attention back to him. “Don’t add any weight; just let your toes touch the floor.” He continued, unrushed and free of the irritation so prominent in my own impatience. It was only because of that quiet understanding that I was able to obey him, knee bending to just let my toes rest against that cold tile. I felt my shoulders tense, anticipating how the limb would balk, and I hated the distant thought that I knew this – that I’d walked countless others through these very steps so many times before, but was powerless to recall any of those fleeting memories in the face of my own need.

“Good.” He spoke like we were at the range; like he was teaching me how to better my aim rather than how to walk, and I wanted to sob for the gratitude of his gentleness in that moment. “Now, just let your foot roll down until it’s flat.” Fingers tightening around him once more, I shift to follow those soft words, body shaking so violently, it was only his grip around my back, hand flared over my ribs to hold me close against him that kept me from tumbling. Still, it took several seconds to ease my leg straight.

“You’re doing fine, Doc; just lean on me.” Eyes closing tightly, I felt my focus shift to the rhythm of his breath; how his chest swelled and sank in an unbothered dance. Calm. Steady. Strong. “Good.” I didn’t realize I’d managed to lay my foot flat atop the floor until that whispered praise rumbled from him. “Now, hold onto me as much as you need. One step at a time.” Before committing to that first hobbled jump, I felt my gaze pull back briefly.

“My pack.” I barely managed to breathe the apologetic words. He didn’t bother looking at it before answering.

“Wrecker will grab it on his way back.” He assured me with a certainty I couldn’t doubt. Still, I hesitated just a moment longer before finally hopping forward, freehand darting up to lock around the top lip of his chest plate to steady myself, body once more going rigid beneath the expectation of pain. He didn’t move; didn’t rush me to continue forward, and I knew I’d never find the words to thank him as that tremor grew so intense in those first few seconds of waiting for that delayed hurt to cripple me that I could barely breathe.

I remembered the depth of my terror back when the red emergency lighting distorted the crimson stains to black, when the scent of fuel saturated the air so profusely, each gasp left me sputtering and gagging. I remembered the jolt of a pain so consuming, it robbed the sight from my eyes and the sound from my ears. I remembered the fear of realizing I was alone – that my partner was dead, and I’d die at their side if I didn’t escape that deathtrap of twisted metal and flashing warning lights. I remembered how my stomach seized at the first touch of that split beneath my heel at the way my vision narrowed and darkened as I forced my hands to maneuver the ruined joint into some semblance of stability, bound beneath gauze and cloth and straps of anything I could find; and I remembered the endless nightmare of dragging myself through mounds of sharp rumble and burning debris. I remembered the very moment I finally realized there was grass beneath my gnarled hands; when I turned back to discover an inferno now danced through the ship in a horrid display of hellish shapes made all the more vivid in the pale light of that planet’s slivered moon.

“Still with me?” I didn’t look at him; unsure when my gaze had fallen to the pale floors. Eyes blinking harshly against the afterimage of those flames, I felt my chest seize with a sharp gasp and wondered vaguely how long I’d only managed those fluttered, shallow gasps.

“Damn it.” Defeated… the way that curse fell from numb lips and clenched teeth, it couldn’t sound like anything other than that self-deprecating hatred that flooded my eyes with tears and sent my heart twisting with shame.

“You can hold on to me, and I’ll carry you to the Marauder, or you can take a breath and try again.” There wasn’t a hint of judgement in those levelled words, and I felt myself still beneath them. If I told him that I couldn’t, that I simply wasn’t strong enough to fight free of the unrelenting horror of something that I’d only barely lived through… I knew he wouldn’t question it. He’d haul me across the length of the Separatist ship without quip or comment, and wouldn’t speak a word of it until I could breathe without suffocating beneath the ghosts of engine oil and iron and sick that only I could taste… But I revolted at the very thought of yielding to that fear. I pulled myself from that dying ship… I could get through this.

Jaw setting in an enraged determination, I forced myself to breathe, forced myself to recognize the scent of recycled air and dust and the subtle oil Hunter used to clean his gear. There was no smoke. No emergency lights flashing in the darkness. There was no pain. Gaze shifting toward the hallway stretching out before us, I moved my leg forward, focusing on the sensation of the very tip of my boot brushing atop the flooring to guide the limb safely down. Hunter moved smoothly beside me, hold just supportive enough to steady me as I found my own rhythm, weight tentatively shifting onto my heel as though to prove the joint would hold.

The next step was only slightly faster, stomach still churning against every gentle movement, but even that slowly quelled. Gradually, I found the quickness of my breath shifting from panic to simple exertion; found my mind able to hold onto thoughts deeper than constantly screaming at myself that I was fine; that I shouldn’t be feeling this terror anymore. And a new dread and shame began to creep over me. I had to tell him. I had to tell him everything, even if he turned away from me because of it.

“My ship was shot down.” I heard the words escape on some simile of my own voice, felt Hunter’s attention shift ever so slightly as he listened. “My partner died in the crash, and my ankle… It was held together by more bandages than anything. I could smell fuel – couldn’t breathe, the air was so thick with it. By the time I pulled myself out of it, the whole thing was on fire. Must have been a couple hours before the ones who shot me down finally found me.” I stopped walking. He didn’t press, watching in silence as I struggled to force out the words.

“It was Commander Wolffe.” I finally whispered, and I felt the confusion seep through him. Knowing the coming questions, I merely continued quietly instead of forcing him to ask. “We were on Agamar. As soon as a battle ended, my partner and I swept the fields for survivors – had a few contacts to sneak them back to Republic airspace.” He didn’t say anything for a long time, and that anxiety and dread solidified closer toward panic with each passing second.

“Why?” He asked, and I could hear the simple confusion in that single word. Air fleeing me in a rush before my chest jerked against a broken inhale, I barely wasted a moment’s thought before answering.

“Because I had to try. I knew I could save some of them, and the ones I couldn’t… I didn’t want them to die alone.” He was still a moment longer before starting forward once more, arm still firm around my back to push me with him, and I quickly fell back into that unsteady gait.

“So, a Separatist doctor of rehabilitation medicine decided to forsake their home world to help the Republic?” He clarified as we reached the edge of the area effected by the EMP, gleaming lights blessedly dimmed by my visor. I cringed at the label but didn’t try to argue. “How’d you wind up serving in the GAR? Why didn’t Commander Wolffe finish you off when he found you?” My memories of that night were distorted with pain and shock, only vaguely remembering the figures approaching me from the tree line; my fleeting attempts to explain myself.

“There was a Jedi with him,” I replied, “General Plo Koon. I don’t really know what I said to them, but he believed me. They got me off Agamar, and General Koon… I guess he had friends in high places – he made me a new identity as a citizen of Dantooine and brought me into the 104th as a medic once I was well enough to fight. I was with them for almost a year when Captain Rex had me transferred.” The escape pod hatch connected to the Marauder came into sight before he spoke again.

“I just need to know one more thing.” He said, pausing a single stride from that door. I turned to face him, loathing the impenetrable visor hiding those grey and gold streaked eyes from me. “Where do your loyalties lie? Really?” I felt myself stand just that much taller, blossoming under the relief that this was a question I could answer without a shadow of hesitation.

“I’m loyal to this squad… The Republic isn’t perfect, but I believe in what it’s trying to be.” I said, willing the words into existence with my every cell and breath. “I swear, Hunter, I’m loyal to Echo and Wrecker and Tech. I’m loyal to Crosshair… I’m loyal to you.” I felt the trill of panic sending static down my fingertips as I waited for whatever judgement he settled on, body nearly collapsing when he finally nodded.

“You’ll have to tell the others.” It was nearly an order as he reached forward to open the latch. “They deserve the truth.” My mouth went dry, but I couldn’t dismiss the relief I felt at those words. Whatever happened, at least I wouldn’t need to maintain this cover anymore – I wouldn’t need to keep this distance between us.

-

We’d just come out of that first stint of lightspeed travel, floating in the darkness of space as Tech prepared to enter the next hyperlane. I had to do it now, before I could talk myself into further delays until Hunter felt compelled to step in.

“I… I need to tell you all something – I…” I caught myself on the verge of hiding, chin falling toward my chest, eyes staring blindly at the metallic flooring, and forced myself to draw a sharp breath before meeting their eyes, forced myself not to shy away from the tension stealing through them as those gorgeous eyes I’d come to know and love turned to mine.

The perfect silence that surrounded my every word was both blessing and curse – if they’d interrupted even once, I don’t know if I would have had to strength to continue, but it also allowed nowhere for me to hide, voice trailing almost thoughtlessly from listless lips lest I lose myself in the panic of what telling them this could mean. That quiet lingered for too long after I finally finished.

Hunter stood passively beside me, granting his brothers what time they needed to gather their thoughts. Crosshair’s disinterest had gradually dissolved into a seething rage, arms dropping from where they’d been crossed over his chest to tense at his sides, fists tightly clenched. Echo’s gaze remained locked blindly on a monitor beside him, brows just drawn together in a haunting dance between hurt and anger. Wrecker – sweet Wrecker – listened with a careful focus, but what sadness touched those eyes seemed born only from worry, while Tech hadn’t been still for a full minute before letting his fingers dance atop his datapad as I spoke.

“There is something I don’t understand.” Hearing those words in Tech’s eloquent voice nearly ruined me, but I waited in silence for whatever distain or betrayal might proceed them, unable to hide the weariness from my eyes as I forced myself to meet his gaze – I owed them that much. “There’s no reference to any samaritan involvement during that mission, and your records don’t have any mention of an ankle injury.” I drew a slow breath before explaining.

“A Separatist squad was sent to check for survivors – for anyone they could take prisoner. If the 104th took them out, it would have revealed their position, but they couldn’t risk moving some of their men, so I went… I told the droids that I’d been shot down by a lone clone, but that he’d already died from injuries sustained during the battle – even showed them a body. I was able to convince them that there was no one else still alive and got them to transport me back for medical treatment. I was barely out of surgery when then 104th snuck me out – their general didn’t feel right leaving me there after what happened.” The careful emptiness of my voice was a testimony to my certainty that my fate was already sealed; that I continued speaking purely to grant them every shred of closure I could while still allowed the freedom to speak.

“The cybernetic is Separatist technology. It was General Koon’s idea to keep it out of official records – he figured it would be best to keep my origins secret if I wanted to keep helping the GAR.”

“So much for all that bantha osik about trust.” I’d been waiting for that distain; that anger so vainly layered overtop a hurt I felt just as viciously as he did, but, when Crosshair’s sneered words lingered in the silence between us, it still sent my heart writhing within my chest as tears clawed up my throat. When my gaze moved reluctantly to find him, he looked at me with such hatred, I couldn’t keep those tears from spilling down my cheeks, and he turned sharply away to vanish into the hall of the Marauder. Jaw ground against the way my breaths began to waver, I sat perfectly still, waiting for the others to take their turn.

“Where you ever going to tell us?” Echo… That sliver of control crumbled beneath the quiet betrayal in his softly spoken question, chin dropping to my chest, face contorting with a grief too consuming to fight back. Jaw wrenching open in a gasped sob, it felt like an eternity passed in those fleeting seconds I took to gather enough strength to answer him.

“I wanted to – Maker, everyday I wanted to… but I was so scared.” Knuckles gleaming from how tightly my figured burr into my knees, I just managed to glance up at him. “By the time I trusted you enough to feel like I could tell you… I… just the thought of-of losing…” My lips shifted around words I just couldn’t force into existence, eyes sliding shut as though I could hide from what might come next.

“But we trust Echo.” My shoulders sank at Wrecker’s innocent confusion. “We got him from the seppies. If you say you’re on our side, I don’t see why it matters which planet you were born on.” When I turned to see the honest confusion in those mismatched eyes; the concern pulling his brows into the beginnings of a frown, I hurt all the more for it – for the distance this might wedge between them if he couldn’t understand.

“I have already received a response from Commander Wolffe.” Tech chimed, and even his voice was heavy with the severity of the conversation. “He has confirmed what you’ve said.” I felt no relief from his words. It wasn’t a matter of if they believed me – all I cared about was if they could forgive me. He said nothing more for a long moment, but I could see his mind racing over everything I’d said. “I regret that you felt the need to hide this from us… but I understand your reasoning to do so.” He stated slowly, eyes carefully trained on mine. “I hope in the future, you won’t feel the need to keep such information secret.”

Like a string had been cut, the tension swept from my body in a sudden rush of shock, jaw going slack, eyes open wide as my shoulders slumped. I could feel my heart racing; felt the air staling in my lungs for fear that even the movement of releasing it might cause him to change his mind.

“Assuming you are comfortable remaining a part of this squad despite our now knowing this… secret.” He added, a sliver of doubt causing him to hesitate in the face of my response. My eyes darted first to Echo, then to Hunter and Wrecker. None of them offered any objection to his words. And I broke.

With a violent sob, I launched myself forward, arms darting around Tech’s neck as I finally let the epitome of my fear and guilt and desperate gratitude overwhelm me. He tensed, hands flaring open for the handful of seconds it took for him to understand what had happened, but I only hugged him harder and, touch hesitant at first, he let his hands just settle between my shoulder blades.

I didn’t need to look to know it was Hunter who moved next, reaching out to grasp my shoulder, then Echo’s hand swept gently up my neck. Emboldened slightly, Tech’s arms wrapped more firmly around me seconds before Wrecker lock us both in an embrace so tight, I felt the air rush from the pilot’s chest in a sharp huff and couldn’t help but find myself laughing silently amidst sobs of relief.

“Just give him some time – he’ll come back around.” I didn’t realize my gaze had wandered back toward the hall until Hunter’s gentle words murmured through the silence. Glancing briefly at him, I tried to let him see the breadth of my gratitude and love before turning back to hide myself against the reassurance of my squad’s embrace.

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[redpiperfox]

Cabin Fever listen-thru~~

This has been on the background of me studying, so it’s already embedded into my brainwaves. I usually do this on twitter, but it’s harder to find when I want it later lol SO~

Intro: Save Me -- All of Purki’s Intros give me “You have no business being this good” feelings. They’re always fully and properly creepy, and encompass the vibe of the title and album concept so fully and completely. We’ve entered the haunted hotel, and we’re tied to the chair. Lights off, ears open, we have a store to listen to, we better be listening.

Sweet Juice -- We’re back into the creepy, haunted, tempting concept. There’s a hint of high class power in the strings, a doomed tragic ending in the piano tumbling through the last lines of the chorus, and something slightly immature in the popping and snapping sounds that trick you into thinking you’ve stumbled into something less dangerous than it is.

There are times that I think the music video completely takes a different direction than the music itself, whether to explore a visual concept or match a cultural trend, but this music video does not fall for that. The snow, the pool, the hotel-- the sets, the outfits, everything is straight from the music. The time period the music wants you to sit in, the lighting and ambience, the slightly disturbed undertones, Purple Kiss will walk and show you exactly what’s in your mind. 

The plot needs dissection (yeah, didn’t do my homework, too busy sorry). Their creepier concepts in the alternating generally have this undertone that Purple Kiss themselves are being threatened, whether by their own development and evolution or something outside of themselves forcing their little coven to strengthen themselves. The balance between curious, scared, and outright powerful is a beautiful balance.

The song as a whole piqued my interest, but didn’t capture me fully (again, might be because I was busy, idk) until I saw the choreo. The chorus fell a little short at first, especially compared to the power in vocals and sound we’re used to getting from them. The popping and clicking felt a little too loud and didn’t let up as much as I would’ve wanted, but the closer and more carefully I listened, the video and choreo emphasizing parts of the music I hadn’t noticed initially, the more I love it.

T4ke -- Where Sweet Juice is subtle and quiet as it surrounds you, T4ke is very in your face. Heavy heeled boots, looming over you, looking down it’s nose, rather than creeping and haunting and showing up behind your shoulder. The song feels like a cursed promise, spoken on a winter wind. It’s powerful and it’s powerful and very brash about it. The little bell and melody from the beginning that had called you goes from an unexpected-hotel-pit-stop-in-the-night-during-a-vaction to cursed-plain-cursed-haunted-no-happy-ending-here Maleficent vibes very quickly.

Autopilot -- The witches either take an 80s retro trip, or a trip into the cyberverse. This was my favorite, first listen. The chorus opens up a vulnerable, regretful villian tone in the lyrics and sound, like a high-speed chase and almost-death experience, the nearing of the climax brought the guilt of the antagonist out. It ends on a sunset beach, bleeding out, defeated and sorry for what they can’t change.

agit -- It wouldn’t be a Purki album if there wasn’t the “Besties on a roadtrip vacation” song. Maybe a club, or an outdoors restraunt with all the lights strung up, the music loud, people up and out of their seats, drinks in their hands. Dressed up but shoes off. This song turns up it’s bass-beats, fuzzy sounds, and parties in it’s freedom.

So Far So good -- The staple chill Purki album song, found it! This is slow, soft snowfall, cozy fireplaces and plaid blankets, warm mugs and pinky promises that have grown into something more mature. It’s the reassurance of a relationship that will last for a long time, that things are still good and the future is still enchanting ahead.

The  stages this era remind me that Purple Kiss are performers, and show me that well-rounded artist image that pulled me pre-debut. It’s interesting, and feels a little like there’s a missing puzzle piece with Jieun’s departure, but no less fully and essentially Purple Kiss. 

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[tinyyoungblood]

Did you see my Peter Parker request bestie of you coming through peters window and him helping you patch your wounds like you have done for him in the past. He was the only place you could think of with as much pain you were in on little to no time you almost faint when you get through his window. And he might kiss some of your wounds because he’s not really sure what else he can do to make you feel better ? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺

ring pop | peter parker

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

warning: angst, mention of blood, fluff

a/n: writing headcanons for so long has literally butchered my ability to string proper sentences together so this is rough lol, but i loved this request! listen to “ring pop” by jax if you want the full fluff experience. enjoy x

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“Before you say anything—” You held up your palms as Peter’s eyes widened in the dark, taking in your battered form from where he lied on his bed. A chill creeped through the opened window, making you shiver and grit your teeth. “I just want to let you know that if I don’t make it tonight, you have full permission to use my eulogy as a posthumous lecture.”

“A posthumous—” Peter cast his notebook to the side and got to his feet. “Y/N, you’re bleeding. What happened?”

“Is May home?” You asked quickly, ignoring his question.

“May?” Peter repeated, staring at you like he had never heard of that woman.

“Your aunt?” Your vision started to get patchy.

“My—” He shook his head. “May isn’t home, it’s just us. But you know that, it’s Wednesday, she always works late on Wednesdays.”

Peter was rambling now, talking to you like you weren’t dripping blood on the pillow on his floor. Or maybe he wasn’t, you couldn’t tell. All you knew was the stabbing pain on your left shoulder, piercing into your arm like lightning.

At once, Peter stopped talking. “You’re not okay,” he pointed out, though he had said it to no one in particular.

“What gave it away?” You retorted half-heartedly. Narrowing his eyes at you, he stepped forward. Before you could protest, Peter was already in front of you, lifting your arms carefully as he raked your body.

You winced as his hand bumped into your waist and he immediately let go, flashing you an apologetic look. His voice was laced with concern. “What happened to you?”

Your neck ached a little from a muscular knot you’d hardly noticed before. It throbbed now with discomfort and strain. You offered him a crooked smile. “I slipped.”

“You did not slip,” Peter scoffed, ever the realist, and took your hand, lacing it with yours while guiding you to sit down on his bed. “You’re one sneeze away from death, Y/N. Tell me what happened.”

Peter kneeled on the carpet floor and retrieved the first aid kit from under his bed. It was covered in glow-in-the-dark cars stickers, which you recognised from a fair that you had once went to together. It was the only thing you had won that night and Peter had smiled so brightly when you gave them to him, but somehow, you still found yourself surprised to see them in his possession.

“I fell off a roof,” you said, tracing the lining of his blanket as Peter popped the lid open. His eyes flicked to yours before he went back to taking out some cotton balls. He stepped into the space framed by your knees and peeled off the remnants of your suit, rolling it to rest at your waist. A deep punctured wound glared at him.

“Did you fall into a thorn bush?” Peter asked drily. “Or was there a spear on the sidewalk that impaled you?”

You winced as he tapped the soaked cotton balls on your skin, the alcohol burning in a way that you weren’t used to. He was gentle and froze whenever you flinched before continuing, but you knew by his flat gaze that he wanted the real answer or nothing. You cleared your throat and fixed your eyes on his dishevelled curls. “Fine,” you murmured. “Someone pushed me off the roof.”

Peter glanced at you. Without saying a word, he pressed the bottle of rubbing alcohol into your hands. You watched as he picked up some gauze and signalled for you to lift your left arm. Cautiously, he draped the clean piece of cloth around your forearm. His knuckles brushed against your skin. You took a breath. “There were four guys trying to break into the flower shop across Delmar’s. One of them got ahold of my sheath and things got ugly. But I swear I’m fine,” you added as Peter worked on your other arm.

He tied the ends into a knot and nodded to the bandage that he had just secured on your left arm. “You’re already bleeding through your bandages. I wouldn’t call that fine.”

You glanced down. A faint red blossom of blood had spread on the bandage. You tugged awkwardly at the strip of gauze. “Subjectively fine,” you amended before looking up, turning your narrowed gaze to his. “This isn’t fair. I don’t see why you’re making a big deal out of this when you slip into my room nearly every night while bleeding to death.”

Peter looked affronted at that. “It’s not the same.”

“How is that not the same?” You asked incredulously.

“Because it’s me,” Peter snapped. “I’m the one bleeding. Not you. That’s what makes this not fine.”

“Oh, please.” Scorn dripped off your lips. “Don’t pull that white knight bullshit on me. I’m perfectly capable of doing this myself.”

You snatched the gauze out of his hands and fiddled with it. The next bandage had to be wrapped under your arm and around your shoulder. You knew how to take care of wounds—the task had become a vital skill in not only your life—but this was more challenging than you would ever admit. You simply couldn’t reach that way. Your limbs were still aching and you felt the beginning of an awful headache coming. Having Peter watch you intensely didn’t help your case either, especially when annoyance and pity flashed in those brown eyes that you normally sought out for comfort. There was no comfort in this.

But you weren’t going to be the one to ask for help, and Peter knew that. He loosened a breath and held out his open palm to you, waiting patiently for you to relent. You stared at his hand for a moment and dropped the gauze roll into it. Silently, Peter worked on your arm, leaning in to loop the bandage behind you. You were both aware of how close he was. His warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear.

Peter wrapped the strip around your arm twice and tied it near the joint. You expected him to step back, facing you with an expression that was most likely regret or spite or both. But he didn’t budge. Both of you had gone utterly still.

Your pulse picked up. You knew that Peter could hear it, probably see it too. You wondered if it matched his own beat. But before you even knew what his intentions were, Peter lowered his head.

His lips hovered just above the warm juncture between your shoulder and the column of your neck—a spot that Peter always seemed to gravitate to. You drew in a sharp breath. The barest movement and his lips brushed your skin. Desire and a sense of familiarity coursed through you.

“I don’t want to fight,” he mumbled. “I just…I don’t know what else to do.” He left a trail of warm, soft kisses down your slender neck. You exhaled slowly and let Peter say what he needed to say without uttering a single word. He pressed a kiss to the end of your jawline and moved smoothly up to your ear. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Then he stepped back and looked you in the eyes. “It’s fine,” you said, the beginning of a smile forming on your lips. “Just don’t give me a hard time when it’s uncalled for. You patched up my wounds. That is enough.”

Peter didn’t look convinced. He lifted an eyebrow as you pulled him forward, pushing him into the mattress so you were lying side by side. Comfortable silence fell. Your eyelids felt heavier with each second, memories of vivid city lights blurred inside your head as you slipped in and out of consciousness. You knew you had to change out of your suit, but the softness of his duvet was too alluring. Too peaceful.

You felt warm breath fanning over your arm, followed by the soft press of familiar lips.

“What are you doing?” You asked, opening your eyes and pushing Peter’s face gently away. His curls fell carelessly onto your cheek as he looked up at you with raised brows. You caught a whiff of his shampoo. You loved that smell.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m kissing your boo-boos better.” He made to lower his head again, and you laughed.

“Don’t call them boo-boos. I was literally stabbed with a knife.”

He growled against your collarbone. “Don’t remind me.” Again, those lips on your skin.

If you had thought that peace was the cosiness of Peter’s bed, then you stood corrected. You found peace in the careful and tender kisses Peter left on your skin. You found it in the way his thumb rubbed mindless circles into your waist—careful not to touch any bruises. Even the citrus smell of his shampoo, surrounding you like a daydream felt like peace to you.

Everything about Peter Parker brought you peace and comfort.

“I have something for you,” Peter said, grinning excitedly.

“Oh?”

You watched as Peter rose to his feet, almost tripping over the notebook he had tossed to the ground after you had climbed through his window. He stumbled to the desk and shuffled through his papers until he found what he was looking for and let out a pleased hum. He lied back down beside you, propping himself on his elbow before presenting you a small object.

“A ring pop?” You asked, amused. Peace, peace, peace.

Peter shrugged, eyes cast downward. “Yeah, is that okay?” He said. “I know it’s not enough but—”

“It’s perfect,” you cut in, the corners of your mouth began to hurt from how broadly you smiled.

“I…” Peter blinked at you. “You’re sure?”

You nodded and your mouth quirked to the side. “As long as this is not my engagement ring, it’s more than enough.”

Chuckling, Peter slipped the ring pop on your finger and gave the back of your hand a kiss. He then twisted and grabbed the water bottle standing on his night stand. He unscrewed the cap and took off the plastic ring that sat at the neck of the bottle, offering it to you.

“It’s just a promise,” he explained before shooting you a toothy grin. “So we can both be each other’s annoying white knights.”

“I like that,” you responded, mirroring his grin. You slipped the plastic ring on his finger and frowned. It was hardly big enough and sat awkwardly at his knuckle.

“It doesn’t fit,” you said uselessly, and Peter waved you off.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get me a ring pop when your organs work again.” He shot you a wink. “Everyone deserves an edible promise ring, don’t you think?”

You laughed.

Peace, peace, peace.

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stay hydrated pals

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[fabulouspotatosister]

goodnight, sweet angel

the doctor comes over for a surprise sleepover.

word count: 2,069 (nice.)

a/n: i know i'm kind of on a bit of a writing hiatus right now, but i was having a good day and was feeling particularly inspired by my lovely friends on discord (especially @iced-tea-possibly, hi bestie), so have this short unedited thing! honestly this is just a 13 version of that one 11 fic i wrote but i hope you enjoy!

The Doctor usually had your little routine down to a science - she'd take you on a fun adventure, have maybe one or two near-death experiences, and then drop you back on Earth for a couple of days to wind down and relax before she did the whole thing over again. It took a few tries, but eventually the Doctor would show up at your door like clockwork, always politely knocking on the door and waiting for you with a smile as bright as every star in the universe beaming on her face. And you, the lovelorn fool that you are, could never say no to that smile.

But the Doctor hadn't been back in weeks. Two weeks and five days, to be exact, but you weren't exactly counting. No, you were most definitely not marking days off of your calendar like the protagonist of a coming-of-age movie.

You'd spent the past two weeks and five days trying to distract yourself - going to work, reading books, watching movies, anything that kept your mind busy so that it wouldn't jump to conclusions at every possible chance it got. And since the Doctor's M.O was getting into trouble, it had a lot of opportunities.

Doing the dishes, however, wasn't exactly the most riveting activity.

You didn't even have that many dishes to do. Just a few plates, a bowl, and some utensils. You'd been absentmindedly scrubbing at one bowl (a surprisingly ornate souvenir that the Doctor had brought back and that you had just used for instant noodles) for about five, ten minutes now? The bowl shone underneath the dim fluorescent lights of your house, already squeaky clean, and you were still picking at a spot of dirt that probably wasn't there at all.

You groaned. What was the point of worrying, anyway? The Doctor was probably fine, and she probably just lost track of time - but there was that word again, probably. It meant a world of infinite possibilities, and there was sure to be a portion of those possibilities that were not good at all.

Stupid. You picked up the bowl again and dunked it into the water below. The intricate carvings disappeared under a sea of soap bubbles. You're just thinking like that because you like -

A loud rattling noise cut off your pessimistic train of thought. Your phone was ringing, vibrating against the tile of the countertop.

You stared at it for a minute. Two. Then you looked at the clock that hung on your wall. A quarter to midnight. If you ignored the absurdity of you doing your dishes at this time, who in their right mind would be calling you at this hour?

You picked up your phone with soapy hands and tucked it in between your shoulder and ear. "Hello?"

"Hiya!" came the Doctor's cheery voice through the receiver. "I'm in a bit of a pickle."

Unfortunately, with the Doctor, "in a bit of a pickle" could mean absolutely anything. It was more like a sliding scale, really, with "tore open my coat" on one end and "the universe is literally imploding" on the other. The definition varied wildly every time. But it was good to hear her voice, and you let a smile slip onto your face. Phone still balancing precariously, you picked up the alien souvenir bowl and started rinsing it under the tap. "What's going on?"

"It's nothing too serious," she said, which was another misleading statement she liked to bring up whenever things were indeed too serious. "Well, could be, but it's best not to dwell on it. I've lost my TARDIS."

The bowl slipped from your hand and landed with a loud noise into the soapy water below. So much for that one. "I'm sorry?"

"It's not as bad as you think!" the Doctor said quickly. "It's kind of the other way around. So correction: the TARDIS lost me. I'm a little bit stranded."

"A little bit stranded?" You tried to keep the bite out of your voice, but you swore you could hear the Doctor wince on the other end of the line. If the TARDIS really had chosen violence and stranded the Doctor somewhere, there was no telling where or when she'd been spat out. "Where are you right now? Hold that thought. When are you?"

"Um -" The Doctor paused for a moment. "Where you are, I think. Give me five minutes?"

Before you could open your mouth to ask any more questions, the line went dead. Five minutes?

A minute had barely passed before the sound of knocking filled the air. Still shellshocked, and honestly a little nervous, you wiped your wet hands in the front of your pants and made your way to your door.

You opened it slowly, peeking out of the gap. "...Hi."

"Hi," the Doctor said, with that same bright smile of hers that just loved to make your heart do roundabouts in your chest. "Sorry for the late notice. Were you busy?"

Busy trying not to think about you, thanks. "No, I was just, uh -" you opened the door wider and jerked your thumb backwards, gesturing at the dishes still in your sink, "doing the dishes. Don't ask."

She didn't. With the knowledge that the Doctor was most definitely safe, you let your mind wander. She stood there, hands in her pockets, the scattered light of the streetlamps behind her giving her what looked like a halo around her golden hair.

"Do you want to come in?" you asked.

"Can I come in?" she asked, at the exact same time.

You stared at each other for a moment. Another smile, even brighter this time, spread across her face. The cold wind of the night was blowing outside but it could have been the sunrise right then and there.

Okay, that's enough yearning for one night, you chided yourself.

"I assume that's a yes, then?" the Doctor said. She carefully stepped inside, walking past you while you closed the door behind her.

Now, travelling with the Doctor had changed how you saw the world, for better or for worse. Solving mysteries and saving worlds does tend to sharpen the mind somewhat, and when the Doctor walked past you, you could hear it - an almost imperceptible catch in her breath, like she was struggling to breathe.

"Doctor," you called, "you okay?"

"Hmm? Peachy keen," the Doctor replied, spinning around to face you. She wobbled, clearly not peachy keen, then caught herself on the arm of your sofa. "I'm fine."

Her hands were gripping at the fabric of your sofa so hard you were sure she was going to rip holes into it. You took a careful step forward, frowning. "Doctor," you said, trying to keep your voice as level as you possibly could, "be honest with me."

The Doctor squeezed her eyes shut. "I am being honest with you," she ground out. Something twisted in your chest - anger and worry but predominantly worry - and you finally, finally reached out, laying your hands gently on her shoulders. Her eyes - oh, her eyes - shot open. She stared at you, her eyes wide with an emotion you couldn't place. Underneath your hands, she was trembling.

"You're alright," you murmured. "What's going on?"

The Doctor laughed, but it was thin and shaky. "I'm the farthest thing from alright. I'm-"

Her grip on the sofa slackened and she pitched forward. You yelped, quickly wrapping your arms around her so that she wouldn't fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes, even though she was significantly heavier than one.

"Tired," the Doctor mumbled into your collarbone, fully resting her entire weight onto you. Her slow breaths puffed against your skin, and you craned your head away, trying to make sure she wouldn't feel your entire face heating up with the strength of an entire regeneration.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" you asked. It took a second before the Doctor simply shook her head no, her hair brushing against your face with every movement. "You're tired?" A nod. "D'you wanna get some rest?"

"Time Lords don't need sleep," she said, burying her face even further into the crook of your neck. Oh, she could definitely feel your skin warming up now. "The disadvantages of biological batteries. Just give me half an hour and I'll be…on my feet again."

You ignored the whole biological batteries thing, saving that question for when the Doctor was a little more lucid and you weren't freaking out. "You are not going to be on your feet in half an hour because I'm putting you to bed," you said, a surge of confidence running through you. She needed you. You had to be there for her. "Okay?"

The Doctor, who usually bounced off the walls and talked a million miles an hour, simply hummed an affirmative and went absolutely pliant in your arms.

After a few minutes of hauling a Lord-knows-how-many kilogram alien into your bedroom, you set the Doctor down on your bed. Her head lolled against your favorite pillow, eyes closed as you continued to tuck her in.

Oh. Oh. She was in your bed. The last of the Time Lords, the Oncoming Storm, the Predator of the Daleks, was peacefully sleeping in your bed. You desperately tried to ignore the sudden wave of yearning thoughts that roared into life in your mind, threatening to drown every other coherent thought in your brain, because you needed your brain to function, thank you very much.

Slowly, you sat down on the bed next to her. It was strange seeing the Doctor so calm. Usually, it was terrifying to see her go still, whether in anger or in sorrow, but now - she was just resting. It might have been stranger than anything you'd ever seen on your travels. You'd been through different extraordinary  scenarios with her, but somehow the most mundane one - the Doctor dozing off in your bed - was the most magical.

You let a thumb stroke her cheek. She barely moved, but you could see the barest hint of a smile on her lips.

You were so caught up in staring at her peaceful face like a yearning idiot that you didn't catch what she had whispered. "Huh?"

"C'mere," the Doctor muttered, arms flopping against the bed and beckoning you closer.

You shook your head, smiling fondly at her. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't do that. "You need to sleep."

"No," the Doctor said, "I need you."

Maybe that was just her tired Time Lord brain talking. She would never - and had never - said anything like that to you ever, and it made you wonder if she had been lying to you when you asked whether she was hurt or not. But there she was, lying in your bed, her arms open because she wanted you there.

It felt like a dream. It probably was. 

You lay down beside her, grimacing as your back hit the bedsheets. Turning your head to the side, you looked at her for another moment. 

You shifted, inching closer and closer to her, and then you stopped, your shoulders just shy of touching. You couldn't.

You hesitated, and the Doctor made a small plaintive noise. 

That settled it.

You bundled the Doctor into your arms, letting her settle onto you. Every curve of her body slot neatly against yours, like she was always meant to be there. She snuggled closer and buried her face into the crook of your neck again. Seemingly content with her new position, she sighed, lazily pressing her lips to your collarbone. "Thank you," she whispered.

Your heart probably stopped beating. You waited for her to take it back, say that she was joking. She did no such thing, and instead kissed your collarbone again, slower, letting her lips linger on your heated skin. 

As if your mind was on autopilot, you lifted your hands to the Doctor's head, letting your hands card through her hair. If it was even possible, she relaxed even more, completely melting into your touch. 

"No need to thank me," you said, when your voice returned to you. "I'm always here when you need me."

Just a few moments later, the soft sound of wheezing and groaning echoed throughout the quiet moonlit streets. The TARDIS slowly materialized near your front door, the blue box standing proudly outside your house.

She'd never played matchmaker before. Mission accomplished, then.

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[clouds-rambles]

hi bestie!! i loved the prompt you wrote where the reader dies in the genshin boys arms,, so do you think you could do that for zhongli and xiao? :]

We about to cry again huh?

Bro Stormbearers Lair is making me sad and for what? All I’m doing is looking for chests. Bruh. Kinnie moment

Pairing(s); (Seperate) Zhongli, and Xiao x reader

Warnings; major character death, angst, hurt/no comfort, injury description, blood

Keep reading under the cut!

Zhongli

He had lost many a person over the millennia, so loss isn’t exactly foreign to the ex archon

But you, even if you were mortal. In Zhongli’s eyes you would grow old with him. You would get to see your children grow into adults, you would get to see grand children, maybe you would even get to see great grand children if you were lucky.

But no

Your body lays limp in Zhongli’s arms. You were both fighting a particularly tedious foe, like you have done some many times before. But this time ended with you dying

And Zhongli didn’t even get to say his goodbyes to you for he was too preoccupied with putting down the enemy. Like has happened so many times before, people close to him, gone without even a goodbye let alone a kiss on the cheek

It had happened with Guizhong too. One day she was there fighting beside him and the next. Gone

Zhongli finds himself doing something that he hasn’t done in a very long time. He cries. He cries for you. Your loss of life, for your loss of experience. For all those years he was going to spend with you. For all those years that he did spend with you that are going to be nothing but a painful memory that he has to dwell on to remember why he’s alive

How would he explain it to his children? Children that are certainly not going to understand why one of their parents are gone. Especially when the said parent is used to being gone for long periods of time? How would he explain this to himself? That the person he loves above all things has been taken away?

Hu Tao is funnily enough the one to find Zhongli dry sobbing in the middle of the plains. She says something about how she was in the area, but really? Hu Tao had this sudden gross gut feeling, as if your spirit was trying to call out to her. The gross gut feeling she had was right

Hu Tao suddenly ever so professional helped the broken Zhongli up. She doesn’t mention it when his trousers are stained by your blood, nor does she mention Zhongli’s wet face. Hu Tao knows better, especially when dealing with the dead.

The service is as small as it could physically be, considering that just in Liyue you and he have made so many friends that want to say goodbye

Both Zhongli and his children are so overwhelmed with emotion that none of them cry at the service. But everyone knows how they’re feeling. 

After the service Zhongli sits his kids down and tries to explain everything to them without crying. He must stay strong for his beautiful children, he wont let himself crutch onto them.

Often when the kids are tucked away happily in bed Zhongli will visit your grave. Often with flowers, it doesn’t matter which ones. You always had a way of finding beauty in even the weeds that litter both the garden and the wilds

On more than one occasion Zhongli has found Xiao and Ganyu silently saying goodbye to you. In all honesty you were the reason why the human adepti started seeing the ex-archon in the first place. It’s only right they offer their blessings to the person who bought them closer to the only father figure they have

As the years pass your loss has gotten easier. Zhongli still visits your grave often and occasionally brings the kids to say hello. 

Though Hu Tao cannot help but note that Zhongli still wears his wedding ring on his finger. And sometimes, she can catch glimpses of what she can only presume to be your wedding ring hanging around his neck.

Zhongli isn’t going to be letting your memory within him die anytime soon

Xiao

Having a mortal lover really wasn’t the best plan for Xiao. But he had always pictured at least you getting old. That way it would be less painful for the adeptus to let you go.

But fate obviously didn’t want that for him

He should have been more careful about having you near. You had helped him open up, so much so displays of PDA were something that he really began to enjoy. Holding your hand as you wonder about Wangshu’s market stalls, or kissing each others cheeks just when you feel like it

That’s what must have enticed the Abyss to target you. While you were defenseless

It was just a night like any other. Xiao had decided to go out for some monster slaying. He had noticed a slowly growing presence and generally a night out slaying monsters cleared out the area for a week or two

And it was going great until he heard the bloodcurdling scream of his name. If Xiao wasn’t a lightning fast adepti the scream of his name alone would have caused him to cry

The scene as he entered your room was much worse

The first thing he notices is the smell of the elemental traces of the abyss, but that smell is quickly overpowered by a metallic smell Xiao has become more than acquainted over in his lifetime. Blood

They you are lead on your bed, somewhere that should have been a safe space for both you and Xiao by extension

“Xiao” you speak again between laboured breaths, he is by your side in an instant, he clasps your hand in his

“Tell me who, I’ll ki-” he says before you interrupt

“shh” you shush with a weak smile “Xiao, I’ll” you pause coughing “I’ll find you in my next life, I promise” you manage to say

“[name], [name] stay with me!” Xiao yells as he begins to shake your body. It’s obvious from your glassy eyes and lack of breath that you’re not going to

Xiao leaves Goldet to clean up the room of blood, and you as he tracks down the culprit of your demise

He eventually does. But Xiao realises that much time has passed since your death. How long had he been pursuing this abyss herald? Days? Weeks?

When Xiao returns to Wangshu Goldet almost hugs him exclaiming that she and her husband had been worried sick. They had almost come to the conclusion that he to had taken his own life

“How long have I been gone?” Xiao inquires

“Four months” Goldet responds “We tried to hold [name]’s funeral back as much as we could, but we buried them three months ago. I’m sorry Xiao”

The adepti shakes his head. A million thoughts race his mind as he ponders what he should do next. Visit the grave and make himself be lost in your memory? Or just bury you in his head like he had done with the yaksha during the war?

He settles on both

Xiao visits your grave and says his goodbyes. He sets up some incense to help your spirit rest if its in turmoil before he turns to leave your grave. Your memory is like a wound. He will bury it in the sand like all the others in due time

A hundred years later is when he visits your grave again. Not because he forgot to before. But because this wound of your memory has infected his brain. In the last decade your memories have resurfaced once more

The memories range from the first time the two of you shared a kiss, shared the bed to when he had reached you in the bedroom

Xiao wonders to the promise your dying breaths offered, were they an empty promise like all other dying breaths? Or was this a true one?

“You know I’ve been tending to this grave for the last decade or so” a voice behind Xiao speaks. “My name isn’t [name] but I think I am them” the voice continues standing just behind the yaksha

“A hundred years is a little long for you to have grown” Xiao tells the figure behind him. You hum

“I think I was blessed by the gods” you confess “For I am truly a century old”

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