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whumpinaheartbeat · 1 year

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Choose One Or Lose Both (Febuwhump 2023 Day 26)

This fic contains near death experiences, severe injuries including internal bleeding and head injuries. Please read with discretion.

Gordon locked eyes with Virgil, forcing his voice to be level despite the pain.

“You know what to do.”

“But, Gordie, I-“

“No.” Gordon said firmly. “Save Alan. Do whatever you have to, just save our baby brother, okay?”

“I can save both of you.” Virgil insisted, the tears already falling. “I’m sure there’s a way to even out the pressure, neither one of you will have to die. I can fix this.”

Even as Virgil spoke the weight on top of Gordon shifted and he gasped, his vision exploding. Distantly he could hear Alan give off a pained shout and if anything that hurt more than the hundreds of tonnes pressing down on him.

“Virg.” Gordon’s voice cracked. “Please. He’s in pain.”

Virgil’s hands hovered above Gordon, desperate to do something to help. No other rescuers were coming, at least not in time to save Gordon and Alan. It was up to Virgil to get them out of here, it was up to him to work out how to get the weight off one of them without crushing the other.

Except there was no way to do that.

Gordon was right; Virgil had to make a decision. Either he got Gordon out of the rubble, making the entire weight of the building crush Alan, or he rescued Alan and damned Gordon to that same devastating fate. Virgil couldn’t consider it a miracle that his brothers had managed to survive the initial collapse, not knowing that he was going to have to choose which one of them to save and which to sacrifice.

Alan was the youngest of them, the most desperate to prove himself to them despite having already earned his place at International Rescue time and again. He was brilliant in the things he excelled at, always one step ahead of the rest of them in terms of crazy plans that always somehow worked.

Gordon had been through the most out of all of them. He had been old enough to remember Mum, had been the one to always look on the bright side of her diagnosis, while still being young enough to believe that there was truely good in the world. Gordon loved so many things, the ocean, the creatures that littered said ocean, Lady Penelope especially when she let him talk about the ocean. Gordon had barely survived the Hydrofoil Crash all those years ago but he had worked so hard since then to get back all of his function and most importantly his humour and his endless smiles.

Virgil loved his brothers dearly but one of them was going to die and he was the one who had to choose. Give Gordon the mercy of not recovering from a second traumatic injury and force Lady Penelope to grieve him? Or let Alan die, knowing that the duty of an older brother is to protect all those who came after, especially the youngest?

No. He couldn’t be the one to make that call.

The building shifted again and Gordon’s eyes squeezed shut, his breath leaving him. Distantly, over the other side of the wall, Virgil heard Alan sob.

“I’ll be right back.” Virgil promised.

Gordon forced his eyes to open, lips cracking into an attempt of a smile. A line of blood rolled down his chin.

“Gordon, you’re-“

“Go to Alan.” Gordon whispered. “I’ll be fine here.”

Virgil felt like he was being torn in two. Alan was still sobbing, no doubt in incredible pain, but Gordon was actively bleeding internally. If Gordon was not freed soon, then… No. He couldn’t think about it.

“I’ll be right back.” Virgil said again, his voice tight. “Just, hold on, okay Gordie?”

“FAB…”

Virgil stood slowly before picking his way through the rubble. He had to be careful not to knock anything, the buildings structure was already failing and one wrong move could make the whole thing collapse on not only Gordon and Alan but on Virgil too and then he wouldn’t be able to help either of them.

He kept glancing back at where Gordon lay until he couldn’t see him anymore, coming around the half collapsed wall to where Alan was. The slab of concrete that was pinning both of them creaked and Virgil felt his heart race, realising that he was running out of time.

Alan was still sobbing, only his head and one arm sticking out from the rubble. Virgil closed the distance between them, kneeling down beside the youngest Tracy.

“Hey Allie,” Virgil said gently. “How are you doing?”

Dulled eyes looked up at Virgil and he wasn’t even sure if Alan could see him.

“Virgil?” Alan croaked.

“It’s me, Allie, I’m right here.”

“Virgil it hurts.”

“I know Bud. I’m going to get you out soon, okay? And then we can all go get ice cream. What flavour do you want?”

“Virgil, I’m scared.”

Virgil’s heart hurt. He reached out, brushing the hair from Alan’s face. Virgil’s hand came back red.

“Everything’s going to be just fine.” Virgil said, hiding the blood from Alan. “Help is on the way.”

So Gordon had suspected internal bleeding and Alan had a suspected head injury and god knows what else. Both conditions were critical, both could be fatal even if they were freed from the rubble.

“Virgil?”

“Yeah Allie?”

“Where’s Gordon?”

Alan had known exactly where Gordon was the last time Virgil had spoken to him, Virgil had explained to both Gordon and Alan that there was the same weight that was on them and if Virgil started shifting things around it risked a total collapse.

Alan had known. He had begged Virgil to save Gordon in the same way that Gordon had begged for Alan to be rescued. Alan had known all of that and yet he barely seemed aware of where he was let alone the predicament he was in. The head injury was worse than Virgil had feared.

He had to get Alan to a hospital. Now.

There was coughing, loud wet coughing, and Virgil felt his blood run cold.

“Alan,” Virgil said. “I’ll be right back, alright? I just need to… See to someone.”

“Don’t go.” Alan begged, his eyes wide.

Alan reached out towards Virgil, frowning when he realised that he could not reach him because Virgil was already standing. A fresh tear rolled down Alan’s face, mingling with the old. There was more blood that stained the floor beneath him now but Virgil forced himself to ignore it.

“Just count to one hundred,” Virgil said. “I’ll be back before you’re done.”

For a moment Alan pouted and Virgil could have almost been fooled into thinking that everything was fine and he wasn’t trapped he was just being a dramatic teenager with an attitude that doesn’t like listening to instructions.

“One. Two. Three.” Alan said, each number a little slurred.

Virgil forced his tired body to move back towards Gordon. Given how quickly Alan was deteriorating, he didn’t have much more time. Gordon was still coughing by the time Virgil reached him.

“Gordie!” Virgil said, skidding on his knees the last few meters to get to him.

Gordon’s whole chin was red now, the colour otherwise drained from Gordon’s face. Gordon’s amber eyes flickered to him. He didn’t even attempt to smile this time, coughing up more blood. Virgil needed to get him on his side to keep him from drowning in his own blood but there was simply no leeway with how Gordon was pinned.

“Go.” Gordon choked, his body trembling. “Get him out of here.”

“Gordon, I won’t leave you.”

“Virg, please, if you wait any longer we’ll both die. Get Alan out. Now.”

Alan or Gordon.

A head injury or internal bleeding.

A brother or a brother.

Either way it was the wrong choice yet he was still going to be forced to choose or else he was going to lose both of them.

Virgil remained frozen in place.

“Virgil,” Gordon sighed, the coughing at last seeming to pass. “If it helps, I can’t feel my legs. If you get me out instead of Alan and it turns out my back is broken again you know exactly what I will do.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth.” Gordon said. “There is no choice to make. You are saving Alan and you are saving him right now. But…”

Gordon took in a deep breath and for a moment he flinched and Virgil was certain he was going to bring up more blood. He didn’t. When Gordon continued, he was sounding even weaker than before.

“But I can’t promise you I won’t scream. You need to keep moving anyway, no matter what happens to me, okay?”

“Gordon please… Don’t make me do this.”

“I’m sorry Virg, I guess I was always the annoying one. Tell Penelope I love her, won’t you?”

Virgil wiped away the tear that rolled down Gordon’s face. Then, he lent down, pressing his lips against Gordon’s forehead.

“She already knows.” Virgil assured him. “You did declare it on international television.”

Gordon barked a laugh but the laugh quickly became a cough. Virgil waited by his side until it passed, brushing fingers through Gordon’s hair if only to keep himself distracted from the crimson that stained Gordon’s lips.

“Not my finest moment.” Gordon said. “Though in my defence, I do remember you making a fool of yourself at that same interview. Something about Conrad?”

It was Virgil’s turn to laugh and if he closed his eyes maybe he could fool himself into thinking they were back home, sharing these laughs over a good drink and maybe a video game. Alan would be there too, tackling Virgil mid game if only to make him lose. Scott would be pretending to be too old to enjoy game night while he stayed close by anyway and John might even get enough time down on Earth to come to.

Yes, if he closed his eyes, Virgil could almost imagine it.

But then the rubble shifted again and Gordon bit back a cry, tears mingling with the blood. Alan hadn’t made a sound loud enough for them to hear this time and if anything that worried Virgil more than if he had screamed out.

With one more kiss on Gordon’s forehead, his eyes stinging, Virgil stood and left his little brother for the last time. Every step towards Alan felt harder than the last but he continued on anyway knowing that Alan needed him.

Alan was still awake but he seemed to have only gotten more confused in the time that had passed, blinking slowly and mouth moving in silent words.

“Hold on Allie,” Virgil said. “I’m going to get you out of there. It’s going to hurt, but I need you to trust me, okay?”

Alan’s eyes flicked to Virgil. He blinked. And again. Finally, Alan tilted his head.

“Virgil.” Alan mumbled. “What are you doing in my room? It’s not Christmas yet…”

Virgil crouched down beside Alan, testing where he could lift from. Alan jolted as the weight on top of him shifted, his eyes blowing wide and though Virgil rushed an apology, another shift happened first and Virgil heard a piercing scream from the other side of the wall.

Recognition dawned in Alan’s confused eyes and tears started flowing freely.

“Gordon.” Alan said. “That was Gordon. I have to… I have to help him. I have to, he’s my brother, I have to…”

Virgil gritted his teeth and tried the rubble again. This time Alan screamed too and it was all Virgil could do to keep working, keep moving the rubble without thinking about how he was most likely killing both of his brothers right now. Quickly he moved, quicker still as Alan gave off a new cry, the weight apparently crushing his leg.

Virgil kept working even as Alan begged him to stop, even as Gordon’s screams broke off, even as his own heart pounded against his chest and his mind roared at him that he was hurting them, that he was killing them.

Virgil kept working because there was nothing else he could do.

Clearing the worst of the rubble off of Alan, Virgil gripped Alan’s arms and tugged. Alan screamed, his leg still trapped. Gordon still wasn’t making a sound but Virgil kept working, trying to free Alan’s leg as quickly as possible as the whole building creaked around them.

One final pull and Alan was shaking in Virgil’s, his leg bleeding profusely and his head threatening to roll back, blond hair mixed with red.

“I’m going to lift you up,” Virgil warned.

Even with a warning Alan screamed. How could he not, his leg was badly cut and the whole world was spinning. Alan clutched onto Virgil’s uniform and buried his head into his brothers chest, desperate for the pain to stop.

Virgil carried him outside, apologising with every step, only setting him down when they were fully clear of all the damaged buildings. Alan tilted forward and threw up.

“What’s…” Alan moaned, holding back another gag. “Happening?”

“It’s okay Allie,” Virgil cooed, rubbing circles into his back. “You’ve just got a concussion. And most likely a bit of shock too.”

“Shock.” Alan said dumbly. He blinked, slowly. “There are two of you.”

“Yep.” Virgil said. “That’s the concussion too. Now, Alan, help will be here soon but I’m going to need you to stay awake. Call out to anyone you see, okay? There’s… Something… I need to do.”

“Something.” Alan mumbled.

He was tilting forward again and Virgil realised that he should not risk leaving Alan, not when it was highly likely that he would throw up again and possibly fall into his own sick. But he couldn’t just leave Gordon trapped there, even if Gordon had gone silent. Even if Gordon had made his own peace with it, Virgil had not yet given up on him.

Virgil stood, his legs shaking.

Who was he kidding. He had known what would happen when he made his choice. Alan or Gordon. Not both. It could have never been both.

“Virgil!” A voice called.

How Virgil would ever be able to look his family in the eyes again he simply did not know. As an older brother, he was meant to protect his younger siblings and yet he had let Gordon die in order to get Alan out.

He had failed Gordon.

He had killed Gordon.

“Virgil, look at me!”

Virgil blinked.

“Scott?” His voice cracked.

But Scott couldn’t be here. The signal had been lost in the initial disaster, there was no way Scott could have found them so quickly.

“It’s me, brother. Are you okay? Is Alan alright? Where’s Gordon?”

Virgil’s lip wobbled. In an instant Scott was holding him, a hand on the back of Virgil’s head.

“Just breathe, Virgil,” Scott murmured in his ear. “Breathe.”

“I tried… I couldn’t… If I got him out then it would have crushed Alan and he was begging me Scott, he was begging me to save Alan. He said that he couldn’t feel his legs and you know how hard it had been for him after his accident and he was begging me. There was nothing I could do.”

“Shh, Virgil, it’s alright. Deep breathes, follow me. In, two, three, four. Hold, two three, four, out, two, three, four. That’s it… That’s it Virgil, you’re okay.”

It had been a long time since Scott had held him like this, usually it was Virgil who was offering Scott support after difficult missions. But in the same way that Virgil was an older brother to Alan and Gordon, Scott was Virgil’s older brother and so he would stand here holding him for as long as Virgil needed.

Virgil took in another few deep breathes before he had the strength to pull away.

“Alan has a concussion,” Virgil said. “He’s been vomiting and there’s a deep laceration to his right leg. It didn’t hit his femoral but it’s still pretty bad.”

“Okay.” Scott said. “John, did you get all that?”

When John’s familiar voice crackled over the radio, Virgil wanted to cry again. Somehow communications had been set up again and Virgil had been so out of his depths that he hadn’t even checked.

“I’ve got an ambulance en-route.” John said. “Updating them on Alan’s condition right now. Any word on Gordon?”

Virgil stiffened and Scott set a hand on Virgil’s shoulder, squeezing tightly.

“Call another ambulance,” Scott said. “We’re going to get him out of there.”

Virgil did not need to be told twice, his legs already taking him back towards the collapsed building. Towards his little brother, towards the hope that maybe everything was going to work out after all.

It took another fifteen minutes before the first ambulance made it onto the scene. Alan was extremely confused as they loaded him into it, asking after Gordon while barely understanding why he was so worried about him in the first place. Gordon was always fine and yet Alan distantly knew that something was wrong, distantly remembered him crying out in pain.

According to the paramedics, Alan had been lucky. The excessive amount of blood from his head was from a superficial wound and with rest and fluids his concussion would settle. He would still have to be on the head injury protocol and his leg would have to be operated on but he was going to be okay all the same.

It was another seven and a half minutes after that before they managed to pull Gordon from the rubble. He was unconscious and bleeding internally just as Virgil had guessed but by some miracle he was alive. From preliminary reflex tests on the ambulance, Virgil holding his hand the whole time, it was declared that Gordon’s back was actually not broken though a multitude of tests at the hospital would be needed just to be certain.

Virgil contacted Lady Penelope on the way and she assured him that she would be at the hospital at the earliest possibility. Virgil did not mention how he had chosen to save Alan’s life over Gordon’s and he wasn’t sure if he would ever be strong enough to admit that to her.

He had been lucky this time, both Alan and Gordon had somehow survived despite the fact that not only had Virgil hesitated to make a call he had eventually decided after all that one of them should survive at the sacrifice of the other.

No, while Virgil had been lucky this time that didn’t mean they had gotten out of this unscathed. How he would ever face Gordon again knowing that he left Gordon to die, even at Gordon’s own insistence, Virgil did not know.

All Virgil did know was that he never wanted to be forced to make a choice like that again.

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harbingersecho · 12 days

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grif's surgery but just a little more... obvious?

I actually rly rly ADORE frankengrif but I don't have an in-show reason why he'd have extensive long-term allogeneic skingrafts on his face 😔

#rvb #red vs blue #dexter grif #grif #*24 #mine #art #cw wounds #Look I love biology stuff like this so I like researching what would be at least semi-plausible even if it's just for a dumb halo show that #makes 0 sense where CPR cures a headshot but i cant help it!!! and like the 'lazy' reason for it would be sarge is just crazy like that but #its not a good reason imo. and like the things he lists needing replacement are mostly internal and body parts which makes sense #considering how grif got injured by sheila like I could 100% see that rupturing organs and crushing his hand and there being burns etc #but like nothing points to grif needing any surgery above the neck and i dont think anyone mentions his face being different? i could #make up injuries for him but nothing in the show actually supports that he'd need grafts for anything but his body..#I'm SOO ready to be convinced otherwise btw like I said I want an obvious frankengrif to be true so bad !!#AGH would it be too insane of me to make like a surgery/injury overview thing for grif just so i can convince myself abt this idea...#i can bend to some fun stuff tho im not a total joykill u know! thats why i give his body the mismatched donor skin look despite allogeneic #grafts not being permanent w/ current tech. like it really doesn't matter if it's realistic or whatever but also Yes It Does.#and like during/after chorus would grey offer to 'fix' it? i imagine the feds could mesh a skin so they could use grif's own skin..#or like during rats nest when they got reassigned?

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jacksonlywife · 5 months

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omg you write for tcgf!!! your work is so good! would you consider doing pei ming, shi qixan, my qing and feng xin reaction to their (god/dess but non-martial god) crush getting hurt protecting them?

A Scar Opened

(TCGF Characters React To Their Crush Getting Hurt Protecting Them)

(GN!Reader)

Tw: Blood, Cursing

Pei Ming:

The infamous womanizer Pei Ming. He is known for sleeping with women, making them love him, then brutally dumping them with no remorse whatsoever. (At least he pays child support.) You from the moment you walked in hand him on a hook. You weren’t a Martial God but were still a God that got his attention greatly.

Oh he just wanted to make you his. You being aware of his so-called title brushed his advances away. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you hated him completely. Pei Ming also got desperate.

He found out what he was feeling wasn’t lust but love. He loved you. He had a crush on you. He still hasn’t accepted it and is trying to remove this so-called “crush” by hanging with even more women.

You both were in the main palace of the Emperor Jun Wu talking about a future mission in the mortal realm you two had to do until something caught your eye.

A spear blowing fast through the air about to hit Pei Ming. His back was faced to it and he seemed oblivious till you pushed him away causing you to get scarred on the chest. Blood dripped and slid down.

Pei Ming was mortified as he realized the situation and quickly checked where the spear came from.

“What in the heavens is going on?!” He yelled in a pissed off tone but concern was evident for you.

“T-this is kind of painful.” You utter out clutching your chest tightly.

“Shit.” Pei Ming mumbled and picked you up bridal style rushing you to a nearby medic. “Were you protecting me?” His eyes softened.

“Didn't want you getting hurt, you know?” You smile weakly.

“I won’t let this happen to you ever again. I’ll slaughter the asshole who did this.” He looked down holding you tightly.

Shi Qingxuan:

(Male Form)

The Wind Master, Shi Qingxuan. Known for his outgoing personality and bubbly appearance. First time you met them was on a mission you two got assigned together. Ever since then Shi Qingxuan had developed a crush on you.

He didn’t know why. Your beauty? Your personality? Your kindness? He doesn’t know. Though wherever you go he will cling to you like a little bat. It's cute and annoying at times.

“Oh you're going? Lemme come with!”

“If you're heading that way, so am I!”

“If you're in I’m in!”

Adorable really.

How did things go wrong today?

You two were making small talk and then from the corner of your eye you saw a pillar about to fall onto Shi Qingxuan. You couldn't save the both of you so you pushed Shi Qingxuan hard away making him yelp while a piece of the pillar slashed your arm.

Blood poured to the floor as you panted in pain.

“W-whats going on!?” The colour drained from Shi Qingxuans face as the situation slapped him.

“A pillar..hah..broke.” You were out of breath from the sudden attack on your arm and fell backwards till Shi Qingxuan caught you throwing you up into a piggyback ride.

“You need medical attention. Stat.” He said sternly, holding onto your legs tightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck trying not to fall.

“It’s..ow.” You mumble burying your head into his shoulder.

“Shush! No talking. I can’t believe you did that for me.” He smiles to himself but then goes back to strict. “I swear when I find the person who did this they won't ever see the light of day ever again.”

Mu Qing:

(God Form)

General Xuan Zhen, Mu Qing. He’s known for being an amazing Martial God as well as an amazing medic. (Two in one ig) He’s hard to approach from his rude personality. Though he isn’t really rude just closed off and thinks other emotions are weaknesses in ways.

As soon as you got introduced he had fallen in love with you. The 800 year old virgin actually fell in love. What a surprise to say. Though he believes that love is just a level higher than hate. Everytime you speak to him he gives you short and rude answers.

Though in reality he absolutely adores it when you talk to him. Keep talking to him. No matter how much he disses. Continue. He also glares at others who talk to you.

He’s jealous.

You were complementing Mu Qing on his skills, making him blush furiously.

“Are you making fun of me?” He says with a hiss. Though before you can respond you see a blade breaking through a window heading for Mu Qing. He couldn't see it since his back was faced to it and you quickly pushed him hearing him curse.

The blade instantly slashed your waist making you cough in pain and shut your eyes.

Mu Qing’s eyes widened in horror as his teeth clenched in aggravation.

“Who the hell did this?” His eye twitched as he got up and went to you to see how bad your wound was.

“Ouch. It hurts.” You say quietly.

“I know it does. Bare with me.” Mu Qing being a medic began healing you with a yellow glow cursing under his breath.

You hugged his arm softly, clearly not in a good state, making Mu Qing tense, then soften up and stroke your head unconsciously.

“Can’t wait to find the insect who did this.”

Feng Xin:

(God Form)

General Nan Yang, Feng Xin. Known for his heated temperamental problems and great strength as a Martial God. He’s more on the aggressive side and will not hesitate to harm the bad. (Or people who piss him off more than they should be) This man does not look like one to have a crush but that changed when you joined.

His heart began beating faster and his face flushed as he kept looking at you. Though sadly like Mu Qing he tends to be rude when you talk to him. Though when you catch him off guard he’ll just freeze dumbfounded while a huge blush creeps up on his cheeks.

He loves you deeply but won't admit it. At least he hasn’t gaslighted himself into thinking he just hates you a lot.

You were trying to ask Feng Xin about questions on Ghost City but he kept saying that he shouldn't tell you anything.

“Why should I tell you? What's in it for me?” He mumbles irritatedly but was secretly happy you were talking to him. You, having good hearing senses, could hear glass shards and looked up to see it falling. About to fall onto Feng Xin.

You couldn't pull Feng Xin from the immense power difference and pushed him, making him create a confused face till his face dropped as the glass shards sliced your arms repeatedly.

“Ow.” You say to yourself looking at the blood pooling down your arms like a river.

“What the fuck just happened?” Feng Xin says going to you and grabbing your arms roughly.

“I-I don’t know. Someone must have messed with the glass sculptures.” You wince as the pain got greater.

“Tch.” Feng Xin mumbled and picked you up like a potato bag gripping your thighs hard so you wouldn't fall as a blush made its way to your face.

“Is this necessary.?” You mumble.

“Yes.” He says holding your thighs even tighter ears going red.

#x reader #fluff #cute #romance #heaven official's blessing #tcgf #gender neutral mc #feng xin #mu qing #pei ming #shi qingxuan #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #blood #injury #crush #womanizer #tw cussing #tw blo0d

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bathroomtrapped · 1 year

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woops!

#this is called degloving btw #unlikely result of the crushing room its just one of my fav injuries #unfortunately saw degloved cock and balls as a result #my suffering is endless #anyways #THIS is peak romance obvi #hoffstrahm #mark hoffman #peter strahm #saw iv #saw v #larry art tag

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importantgalaxyrunaway · 5 months

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Comments- Colby Brock x y/n- part 7-

AUTHORS NOTE: omg guys I am so so sorry just got back into Sam and Colby and decided to finish this in my drafts I had like a paragraph written already. This is my first time back into writing fanfiction since a concussion i had so I’m trying my best sorry it’s so short this is a continuation of my series where y/n got possessed in the last part

warnings: mentions on possession, fluff, slight slight angst,

“Babe” Colby called from his computer “you should come see this”

after me getting possessed I insisted on them posting the video. We were so lucky that we caught it on camera. They were hesitant at first but I said I want people to know what happened. It’s insane that I got possessed but I want people to know what really happened. It was a really scary experience. But I’m still really worried about the video. Would they say I’m just overreacting?. That it was fake and I was just a coward? But I always get some kind of nervous when they post a video with me in it. But this video was special. I still haven’t gotten to watch it yet. I had spent most of the time recovering and spending my time with Colby.

I go over to the computer and see him sitting reading comments. I sit down on his lap, even though he’s just wearing such a simple outfit sweatshirt and comfy pants he still looks hot. I look through the comments and to my surprise they are divided into basically two parts (well maybe 3 with the amount of people commenting “I don’t claim any negative energy from this video”) the first is about how scary it was when I got possessed and how bad they feel for me. The second is how people are talking about how they think me and Colby are dating and that there is so much chemistry between us. Another thing I noticed is that the video went viral. I mean stupid viral, more than most of their videos combined. It had only been out for 5 days and it already reached 50 million views!!! Mostly I think because of my possession from outside viewers who weren’t subscribed but there were plenty of fans. Some of the comments said the following:

Cheriklover333: I feel so bad for y/n she looks so scared I cant imagine how horrible it must feel to be posses like that

kurtwagnerisacinnimonroll: did anyone notice how Colby looked at y/n 😩. I need someone like that and did yall notice her hickeys 😳

Polaris-alt-account: people who think Colby and y/n are dating 👇

that comment had over 500k likes

I groan “shit! Shit! Shit!” I rub my temples “colbs I never wanted this im sorry I dragged you into this—“

“hey hey it’s okay baby” he wraps his arms around me and presses his head on top of mine. The weight of his body on mine feels good. The closeness and warmth feels good. His hands slip into mine and grasp it lightly but firm. He is protective but caring. “You didn’t drag me into anything. I don’t care what people think I just wanna be yours”

I nod but I still have tears in my eyes not much and I feel stupid for crying but I can’t help but think I’m the one that got us into this whole mess. My gaze drifts back to the computer monitor

rosefromtitanic: you guys need to chill yes I see the way he looks at her but they should come out and say it before we jump to conclusions I think they should do a Q and A

a smile on my face appears as a light bulb practically goes off in my brain. My eyes wander to my boyfriend. And again I’m taken aback by just how breathtaking he is…I can see his muscles and I wonder what under his shirt…………snap out of it!! You need to focus.

“colbs how do you feel about about making our relationship public?”

Edit: I TRIED I REALLY DID ITS THE BEST I COULD DO FEEDBACK PLEASE!!! might write a part 8. But x men is currently my hyperfixation and am definitely going to be writing for Peter maximof and young Charles Xavier so if you’re interested send ideas. Going to write for young Coryo snow even though he’s evil he’s hot. Tried my best couldn’t leave you all hanging

#i’m back #colby brock imagine #colby x reader #colby brock #sam and colby #sam and colby x reader #colby brock fanfic #colby brock x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #youtuber crushes #colby brock x y/n #colby brock fluff #first fanfic in 6 months since major injury yay!!!#sorry its so short #short fanfic

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mobiblackout · 7 months

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Imma print this 144p photo and put it in my locket

So cute :(

#i can't with how nuzzle into his neck every time they hug #adam's injury (if isnt a work) is soul crushing #this made me feel stuff #adam cole #adamjf #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #aew

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serickswrites · 3 months

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So Good

Warnings: explosion, crush injury, blood, unclear character status

Sidekick looked on in horror as the charges went off in the building, bringing it down in a fiery explosion. With Villain still inside.

Supervillain had lured Villain and Sidekick there. Had lured the two of them there to try and convince Villain to abandon their cause and fight against Supervillain and all they stood for. But Villain hadn't budged.

And so Supervillain had only one option. They set the charges they rigged up earlier in the nearest apartment building to blow in ten minutes. Supervillain knew that Villain could not bear to let any innocent civilians be harmed. Knew that and made sure that Villain would be caught between two terrible options: chase and fight them, thereby condemning hundreds of innocent civilians to death, or let Supervillain go and try and save as many civilians as they could.

Villain had only one choice.

Sidekick's was sweating within minutes as they and Villain made countless trips in and out of the building, rescuing those that couldn't get out in time. "Just one more floor," Villain said breathlessly. "Just one more floor."

"There's no time. It's going to blow any moment now. We're sure to have gotten everyone out. I called up the stairs before I brought the last of the floor below. No one answered. No one is there, Villain. " Sidekick was already nervous that they cut it this close.

Villain gave Sidekick a sidelong glance. "I have to be sure. Stay here. I'll be quick. Promise."

"Villain, wait!" But Sidekick was talking to air. Villain had taken off, faster than Sidekick had ever seen them move before. Sidekick couldn't breathe through their anxiety as the seconds ticked by. It was close. Too close.

Sidekick breathed a sigh of relief as they saw a figure in the doorway running. Villain had cleared the floor. "Took you--" the words died on Sidekick's tongue as their mouth went dry.

It was not Villain running out of the building. A civilian ran quickly, stumbling slightly. "Where's Villain?" Sidekick demanded as they grabbed the civilian by the shoulders.

The civilian stepped back. "They wanted to check....check the rest of the floor," the civilian panted. "They flew me down most of the way, but went back. I think there's no one there. I don't know. I'm the last one. I know I am. I don't know where they are."

Sidekick turned back to the building, a sinking feeling in their gut. Villain had to be ok. Villain would be ok. "Call for disaster relief. Get help here. Now!"

But as the building exploded, Sidekick feared the worst. The civilians scattered, their terror palpable. "NOOOOO!" They roared as they surged forward. Sidekick couldn't leave Villain in there. Couldn't leave them behind.

"Villain! Villain! Say something! Anything!" Sidekick shouted as they waded through the rubble, looking for any sign of Villain. "VILLAIN!"

They used their power to put out every fire they came across. There were little fires everywhere, but no sign of Villain. Villain had to be ok. "VILLAIN!" They shouted once again. Now that the roar of the fires had died down, perhaps they would hear Villain.

Sidekick strained to hear. There was a slight scratching sound coming from below them to the left. "Hold on, Villain! I'm here! I've got you." Sidekick began shifting rubble aside.

It took Sidekick a while to clear the rubble enough before they could see Villain's face. Villain was bleeding along their hairline and blood dripped from the corner of their lips. Their breathing was labored, but they were breathing. "Villain! Hold on, I've got you. Hold on." Sidekick let relief flood them as they realized Villain was alive.

"'s'kay S-S-S-Siiiiiidekickkkkk," Villain said, finally getting enough air to speak.

"Where are you hurt? Can you feel your fingers and toes? How many fingers am I holding up?" The words tumbled hastily from Sidekick's mouth.

"I-I-I fffffeelllll th-th-them-em-em. H-H-Hurts. C-C-Can'ttttt breathe-the-the-the." They closed their eyes against the pain.

Sidekick cleared enough rubble around Villain's head, neck, and shoulders that they could cradle Villain's head. "Shhhh, I'm here. I've got you. Help is on the way." They stroked Villain's cheek as they spoke.

It was the only thing Sidekick could say. They knew, and Villain had to know, that Villain's injuries were catastrophic. If help didn't arrive soon to help Sidekick pull Villain from the rubble, Sidekick wasn't sure that the medics in their medbay would be able to save Villain.

But they had to save Villain. Villain had to be ok. They needed Villain to be ok.

"Did....did....did ev'ryonnnne g'outtttt?" Villain asked weakly. They coughed, blood spewing from their lips as they coughed.

Sidekick nodded, but realized Villain couldn't see them. "Yeah. You got them all out. You did good, Villain. You," Sidekick fought not to sob, "you did so good."

Villain sighed with relief. "G-G-Good." They closed their eyes again. "'m c-c-c-coldddd, Si'ki." Their labored breathing began to slow.

Sidekick tapped Villain's cheek. "None of that, Villain. Help is almost here. Keep awake. Keep awake. You have to stay awake. You have to see all the civilians you saved. You did so good, Villain. You have to see what you did." Tears flowed freely down Sidekick's cheek, dripping onto Villain's upturned face.

But Villain did not reply.

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coulsonlives · 4 months

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Just a heads-up peeps: Society of the Snow is a great movie, but the plane crash sequence will probably be legit traumatic to watch for some people.

It's v well done! But it's stark and not sterilized at all. Keep that in mind if you decide to watch it!

#here are the four main things: (not super spoilery)#1. nobody was talking or screaming hollywood-style during the descent. they were just trying to hold on. no intense dramatic music either #2. there were graphic shots of seats and other plane pieces getting pushed around and crushing people like they were bugs #3. a lot of people were crushed and pinned under things and after the crash a lot of em died in front of other people #4. lots of authentic-looking wailing and grieving #so just a heads-up before you watch it if you're sensitive to that kinda thing. it's VERY stark #society of the snow #death ment cw #injury ment cw

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whumpinaheartbeat · 1 year

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Doll, Girl, Bird (Febuwhump 2023 Day 16)

This fic contains graphic injury and risk of child injury. Please read with discretion.

When Gordon was at last pulled from the rubble, he was mumbling words that none of them could make sense of. He kept repeating the same three words, over and over again.

Doll.

Girl.

Bird.

Virgil said that it was just confusion, completely natural for someone who had been trapped beneath an entire building for three hours. But whatever he was saying, Gordon must have felt that it was important so Alan listened closely to him all the same, holding his hand the whole way to the hospital.

It was strange to be in an ambulance not a Thunderbird but Gordon’s condition was deemed serious enough that he would need to be transported directly to a hospital and not to Tracy Island.

At a glance, Gordon was a mess and on a closer inspection, he was even more of a mess. His right arm was broken, having been pinned beneath a cabinet, his right leg even worse. As a precaution Gordon’s neck had been braced; they had not known how badly he had fallen and given his history of spinal cord injury it was best to be safe.

Virgil had said that he suspected that some of Gordon’s ribs were broken also, a suspicion that the paramedics shared but that Alan did not want to consider. So far his lungs seemed intact, a miracle in itself, but they all knew that there may be more damage than they could see.

Most worrying of all was the line of blood that ran down Gordon’s face. He had hit his head, on what Alan did not want to know. Gordon’s helmet had been taken off for some reason but it had no blood on it which meant it had already been off when the building collapsed. It might explain why Gordon was conscious but not really, still mumbling about dolls and girls and birds but Gordon should have known better than to remove his helmet during such a risky rescue operation.

There must have been a reason for him to do that.

“I’m right here, Gordon.” Alan said.

Gordon tried to shift his head towards Alan’s voice but the brace prevented him.

He kept mumbling.

Alan had been working with Virgil to put up supports on a half collapsed building when the aftershock hit. Virgil had steadied him, sheltering Alan as dust rained down on them. Alan had foolishly thought that the worst of the damage had happened in the initial earthquake so when he heard the loud cracking behind him, his entire body had gone cold.

He had twisted, slowly, Virgil’s arms still around him, and he watched the building Gordon was in crumble. The supports they had added simply could not take the strain and Alan had screamed, he was certain that he had screamed, but Virgil would not let him go.

Just the memory made Alan curse himself. It should have been him in there, not Gordon. Hell, none of them should have been in that building, it had already been cleared of all people.

Gordon was not panicking, not even with his neck braced and a oxygen mask on his face but if anything that was more concerning. Gordon had so many terrible memories from his accident a few years ago, he should be fighting against his treatment now like he always did. Gordon was not fighting, he was simply mumbling words that Alan could not understand.

Doll.

Girl.

Bird.

“Gordie,” Alan said. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t understand.”

When Gordon’s eyes flicked towards Alan it was like he was looking passed him and not at him.

“Girl. Bird.” Gordon repeated, blinking slowly. “Doll. Girl. Bird.”

Alan held Gordon’s hand ever tighter, his eyes stinging. He wished he could make Gordon feel better, he wished he could assure him that whatever he was talking about mattered and that he understood.

“Safe.” Gordon said.

Safe? Gordon hadn’t broken his cycle of Doll Girl Bird until now so hope surged in Alan’s chest, Gordon might finally be coming to full consciousness.

“Doll.” Gordon mumbled.

“No,” Alan said, his voice tight. “Say it again.”

“Doll. Girl. Bird.”

“Yeah, I get it, Doll Girl Bird and all that but you said safe.”

“Doll.” Gordon mumbled.

Alan looked towards the paramedic that was riding in the back with them but they just grimaced, writing down Gordon’s vitals. Alan wanted to run a hand through his hair, his frustration only growing. He should be happy that Gordon was awake at all, he should be happy that his brother was even alive, but Alan felt his heart sink deeper into his chest as he yearned to understand what Gordon was trying to say.

“Cabinet.”

Alan stilled.

No. It couldn’t be. Doll, Girl, Bird, Safe, Cabinet. No.

“Gordon,” Alan said carefully. “Was there a girl in the cabinet?”

“Safe.” Gordon mumbled.

Alan scrambled to get onto his radio, his heart racing.

“Virg!” He called. “There was a girl in the cabinet. I repeat, there was a girl in the cabinet.”

“Are you sure?” Virgil’s voice echoed. “The building was cleared.”

“I’m sure!” Alan said. “That’s what he’s been mumbling about. There’s a girl in the cabinet!”

Alan’s hands shook as he heard Virgil take off running. His heart raced as he heard Virgil demand clearance to return to the building, his body grew cold as Virgil ran in anyway. If Alan was wrong about this and there was another aftershock, what was left of the building might collapse with Virgil along with it. It was a miracle that Gordon had survived but that did not guarantee that the building had stopped shifting so it was still incredibly dangerous.

Gordon had gone silent but his eyes were still open, his lungs were still breathing. He was listening to the radio too. His attention seemed to be drifting, still semi-conscious, but he was listening.

Alan heard a creaking of wood over the radio and he wanted to scream. If Virgil died because of him he would never forgive himself. More wood, Virgil was grunting as if he was straining his body.

Silence.

No. Not Virgil too. Alan couldn’t bear to see Gordon like this, he couldn’t risk losing Virgil too.

“Hey there, Sweetheart,” Virgil’s voice suddenly echoed. “My name is Virgil, what’s yours?”

There was no answer for a beat and Alan felt his heart sink deeper. He wanted to ask what Virgil could see, he wanted to know what was happening. Then, another voice, the most beautiful sound Alan had ever heard.

“Sally.”

The girl could not be older than six and Alan could imagine it now, Virgil crouching before her, the remains of the cabinet that had saved her life behind her. Virgil did not seem to be rushing so she was probably uninjured or at least he was trying to keep her calm. Virgil had always been so good with kids.

“It’s nice to meet you Sally,” Virgil said. “I see you’ve been very brave, who is it you’ve got there?”

“Zelda.” Sally said, no doubt holding up her doll. “Gordon said that as long as I hold onto her, everything was going to be okay.”

“And he was right,” Virgil said. “Everything is okay.”

“Gordon also he said he was going to get me a Thunderbird for her. I told him that my birthday isn’t until next week but he just laughed at me. Am I still getting one?”

Girl doll bird indeed.

“You know,” Virgil said. “I can do you one better. Instead of a toy Thunderbird, how do you feel about riding in a real one?”

Virgil set the radio click off, focusing on getting Sally out safely now that Alan knew that his hunch had been right.

“Do you hear that?” Alan said. “She’s safe, Gordie. You saved her life.”

For a moment Alan wasn’t sure that Gordon had understood him, blinking slowly. Then Gordon’s lips twitched into a smile, a perfect tear rolling down his face, his message at last understood.

Gordon’s body gave into unconsciousness but Alan stayed with him, holding his hand ever more tightly.

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