#but the labs and the vitals don't really back me up

[oval3000]

Chapter 2

Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse Reader

Warning: Possesive, Obsession, Death, Gore, Blood, Smut, Toxic behavior, age gap.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

(This story might suck idk)

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Jacob slammed one of the medicine drawers close after getting the bottle of pills from a specific patient. "I don't know what miracle came down here, but we haven't had an accident in a month." He said to a fellow nurse standing next to him.

"Don't jinx it," she said grabbing the pill bottle from his hands.

"You know," he stared at your section, watching as you typed what you needed into the computer," ever since she started working here, König hasn't bashed anyone's heads."

"Well it's only been a month since she started working here, I wouldn't be relieved yet." She said, popping two pills into a Dixie cup.

"Yeah well I'm very optimistic about this." He got up and walked away. "Oh if the drawer gets stuck again, just bang on it a few times."

"It would be better if they just get new ones," she sighed, walking away towards her row of patients.

He rolled his eyes, "please they're too stingy to buy new bed sheets."

You have been working here for a month and so far everything was okay. You do what you need to do and things go smoothly.

As for König, he hasn't said or do anything towards you. You honestly felt like they were fooling you by telling you all those stories about his past nurses and guards.

You learned more about the staff names on all floors. König's two guards are named Eli and Gabriel. They both make sure that nothing happens to you aswell as any other staff.

You met Dr. Smith. You first impression of her was a little stiff. Mainly because she was direct and serious. She doesn't really make small talk to any of the nurses only the administrator. She also doesn't really fond of you. Well it's not like she hates you, is more of she critics anything you do. From the way you gather the medical supplies to the way you check patients vitals. During her visit with König, you stay outside the room so you don't know what goes on in there.

You saw when she exited the room alongside Eli and Gabriel, taking König back to his room. You didn't need to look up to know that Dr. Smith was walking towards, her heels made it obvious. "He will no longer take his usual calming medication, he'll take this one." She gave you the doctors order.

"benzodiazepines?" He was fine with his usual one.

She looked at you with her eyebrows forward "Yes. Is there a problem."

"Wouldn't the short term use cause him more problems compared to how he is now. I mean, he's been doing good lately and his oth-'

"Are you a doctor (Y/n)?" She tilted her head as she gives you a serious stern look.

"No."

"Right, I call shots for what is good for my patients. So if I tell you to order his new medicine then you order his new medicine! Is there a problem!?" Her high pitch tone caused the other nurses to look at you.

You look around mentally slapping yourself in the face. Of course she knows more than you, you are just a nurse. "No, Dr. Smith. I'll order them asap."

"Good. Make sure that his primary physician knows about it too and next time you question me, go back to school to get a lab coat. You are a nurse, you do what I say."

She left leaving the echo of her heels scraping the white tile floors. You cursed under your breath while picking up the phone. Calling in orders for prescription is a pain in the ass. Well the hospital it is, you're not familiar with a psychiatric hospital. The last thing you need is to be at hold for three hours trying to get it through.

"We need medical attention at room #526!" You heard Eli. You quickly ran to König's room and saw Gabriel on the floor, holding his mouth as blood was coming out. You turned your head to take a look at König. He was standing there with blood on his nuckles. He's tall, you never got a good look on how tall he was. This man is a mountain an actual mountain.

"What happened?" Jacob entered in seeing the mess.

"I need gauze pads and bandages.' You said holding onto Gabriel. König saw as you attended him. You're his nurse not Gabriel's. You should be attending König not him. The other guards came in to help Gabriel getting up while the others trying to hold König down. Jacob came in with the medical tray. He flicked a needle, trying to get any air bubbles out. You got up as they took Gabriel out, "what are you doing?"

"Everytime he does this, we have to put him down" He made his way towards König while two other guards were trying to hold him down. Compared to the guards themselves they looked like little children against König.

You went in front of Jacob, "You don't have to do that. It will make him think more irrationally. Please he is my patient."

He lowered the needle down giving you a sigh, "Fine. I'll go make a report. But you still can't be here unless two guards are present."

"Okay." The two guards let König's arms go.

Eli and Jacob left to talk to the administrator. You picked up the gauze pads and bandage from the trey.

You haven't made eye contact with König. You've always been too nervous about that, but you had to see him to examine him. You saw him, you saw his face. He had stuble. His features are strong and sharp, his jawline looks like it can cut anybody. He had scars on his face one through his mouth and the other one through his eye. His eyes are blue a nice clear blue, which stood out against his dark under circles. He was probably the most handsome patient you have ever seen. No, not patient, the most handsome men you have ever seen.

You walk towards him, slowly. You looked up to him, your face aligned to his torso . His white t-shirt was snuged and hugged all his curves on his abdomen. You can see the outline of his perfect abs and chest area. His biceps make it look the arm holes of his shirt are going to pop open. His hair was a perfect shade of brown, almost golden. Like before, it wasn't long or short, it was a good length, enough to make a little lazy ponytail.

You stuck out your hand as he placed his on top of yours. Your hand looks barley visible compared to his. You took a peace of gauze and dabbed it on his bloody nuckle. He didn't have any wounds from the punch he gave grabriel. If anything, the blood you are wiping away is Gabriel's.

König stared at you. He saw how concentrated you are with him, how gentle you are with him and how carring you are to him. The fact that you stood up for him from getting sedated, it was a like a call for him that you are his officially.

I mean he did it for you. No one knows the other half the story, they always accuse of the one that looks guilty. When Eli and Gabriel went to take him back to his room, König heard the comments they made about you. All the comments made by Gabriel.

Sure, Gabriel is nice to you, but he looks like a jerk and he is one. He's nice to you, but behind your back he thinks you are an object. Talking about how he wants to take you, not for a date, but for a nice dinner so that he can fuck you later in his car and most likely never talk to you again afterwards...unless he's desperate for sex again

König couldn't let that slide. Talking about you like a sex toy. Talking about you like you don't have emotions. Yes, König has killed men and women that don't really deserve it, but you. Someone that stood up for him. That attends when he needs or wants something. He wanted Jell-O during lunch, but no one was giving him one. Then you came inside the dining room and saw that he didn't have Jell-O like the rest so you gave him one. It's like you read his mind. You don't deserve to be treated this way. It reminds him of himself when he was a kid.

Being bullied for just being nice, for being who he is. He wants to protect you that's all he wanted to do. So he punch Gabriel after hearing his plan to seduce and fuck you then leaving you alone for yourself without a care in the world. He was easy, just one punch and he was down on floor holding his bloody mouth.

You cleaned him up and sat him down on his bed. He wanted to grab your waist and pull you closer to him. To kiss you as a thank you.

He was never lucky with the women, who would be with someone who's a looser. He remembers the time in high-school when girls will ask him out only to laugh at his face when he thought they were serious. Before he left to go to the military he met a girl. The girl just wanted some free drinks so she talked into him for some free stuff. He lost his virginity to her and felt as if he found the one. But to her he was her wallet, a way to get free things and rides for her and her friends. He bought her flowers, teddy bears, chocolates. Took her out to romantic dates that he tried so hard to assemble. Only to walk in on her having sex with another men, in his bedroom on his bed in his place that he pays for. He hoped that she was just drunk or scared..maybe, but no.

"Seriously König, you thought that I cared about you? I mean you are not even good at sex. I was just using you for the free stuff. I just wanted free drinks jeez! It's not my fault you couldn't take a hint."

He saw how they both laughed at his face. How they both just sat there naked, laughing at him as if he was the punchline to a joke.

"Believe me I never wanted this to happen! Especially after getting that dam abortion. But it doesn't matter cause you paid for it."

She wanted money to buy a new dress. She used it to have an abortion. He felt tears running down his face. They didn't feel bad, no, they laughed harder at him at how pathetic he was.

"Why would I even be with a looser."

He remembered how those kids would push him down the slide. How they would rip away his comic books. How they broke everyone one of his toys.

"Looser!"

"Looser!Looser!"

his fist turned white, he felt his fingernails, cutting deep into his palm. The girl he thought was the one was taunting him along his boy toy. He walked up to them. They expected him to bawl like a baby and beg for an apology. Instead, he choked her. His hands gripped tight around her neck. He felt some punches coming from her boy toy, telling König to stop, to let her go.

He saw as the life of her eyes went away. He heard as her neck cracked and dropped her back on the bed. He turned the guy, choking him to death aswell.

He hid the bodies, ran away, joined the military and found a new way to live.

You heard other male voices coming from the elevator and the administrator coming in. "What happened!?"

"He attacked Gabriel." You said to him, you saw what was behind him, other doctors.

"Put him in a straitjacket." He pointed to König

"What no!" You said getting in between him and König.

"Excuse me!?"

"Putting him in a straitjacket isn't going to solve anything."

He crossed his arms while looking down at you "Doing nothing will solve nothing, (Y/n)!"

You turned to König who had a stoic expression "I know, but I'm sure there are oth-"

"What are you again, (Y/n)?" he blurted out.

You knew where this is going. Twice in one day, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "A nurse."

He gave you a small smirk, the same one Dr. Smith gave you. "Exactly. A nurse. I'm your superior, you don't get to tell me what to do. Your job is to take his vitals, and give him medication not to throw orders around! Do I make myself clear!" He stepped closer to you. You wanted to back away, but you felt frozen. He was directly infront of your face. "Now, move aside so we can our jobs!"

You looked down on the floor. You never felt so light headed as you did now. The other voices coming from them were echoes. You felt nausea and sweating. Your heart felt like it was pounding from your chest, but it sounded like a blur. "S-sorry.. sir." You always feel week when people yell at you.

"Next time you do something like that, you're out of here, (Y/n). " He said as you all watched König being put in a straitjacket.

The administrator, Ben, saw König. He was taken back a bit. The look he gave him. As if he was killing him right on the spot. König no longer had the stoic expression, he gave him a death stare.

Who does he think he is to yell at you for being nice to him. To threatened her. They are all the same. Everyone here is all same. The same kids that shoved him around the boys bathroom when he was 10. The same as those girls that laughed at him that laughed at his face.

But instead of him being the victim, is you. You're so weak and innocent, how can someone treat you like that.

But it's okay because you'll have König by his side. He'll make sure to save you.

To care for you.

To love you.

To make you his.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x reader #fanfic #yandere konig #könig #konig #konig x reader #könig x y/n #yandere könig #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig x you

[reagi-df]

Febuwhump Day 13: You weren’t supposed to get hurt

Old sketch design for my forgive me au but I’m gonna use it anyway

Donnie stares down at the screen as he types away, he's surrounded by the quietness of the lab. He's exhausted but he needs to finish what he started. It's been a rare few quiet days from having to go against any major Kraang players and he's taking this time to really get things sorted for when the time comes and he wakes up properly.

His fingers slow down on his keypad, eyes automatically looking up to his monitor showing the vital signs. Everything is stable for the moment and Donnie is grateful for that.

“Knock knock”  jolting, Donnie shoots his head around and sees Raph standing there. Even though his body doesn't have any eyes, he knows from how his head is tilted he assesses Donnie. 

And he doesn't like it.

“Raphael, what can I do for you at this hour”  he's glad his mask hides the bags under his eyes.

“Raph could ask you the same thing” the sounds of Raphs metal feet hitting his floor as he walks closer, Donnie lets his ninpō ripple under his skin as he subtly swipes away the taps connected to the chamber.

Raph cant see.

“Why are you still up?”

“Have a lot of things to do. Projects to finish. I need to make sure our defences are up and running frantically, even if the Kraang are being strangely quiet it won't last forever and I need to make sure we're ready” Donnies hands are flying about his keypad as he speaks.

A heavy hand rests on top of his own, stilling him. Donnie looks down at the metal digits, observes the grooves and scratches that litter his brother's metal casing. A sharp prain runs through him at the thought of not seeing his oldest brother's flesh hand again but he knows it's too late now. Even if he tried it wouldn't work.

And he doesn't want to go through that again. 

“You need to let me buffer out your hand again” he says absently.

Dragging his tiered eye up to these dimmed lit eyes of his brothers he hears Raph sigh. “Don, please go to sleep. I know its been hard  on you but I don't want you to burn yourself out again. I can't go through watching you die right in front of my eyes. Not again.”

Looking away Donnie swallows. “That wasn't my intention.”

“I know” Raph’s hand leaves Donnie’s and he secretly mourns the loss. “But you mean a lot to us Don, we don't want you to keep hurting.”

He stubbornly refuses to look up, “I’m fine, Raph.”

“Please donnie, Le-” 

“Dont!” Donnie grits out, cutting off whatever Raph was going to say.

Silence hangs in the air, tension heavy.

Closing his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose, “I'm sorry” he exhales.

Raphs gently places his hand back on Donnies broad shoulder and he leans into the touch. “I know I nag a lot, but I just don't want you to hurt”

Patting Raphs hand “I know big brother” looking up he turns to face Raph, metal hand falling from his shoulder. “Look I promise i'll go to sleep, I just need another 10 minutes”

They both stand there staring at each other, it feels like an eternity before Raph sighs again and steps back. “Okay, I know a losing  battle when I see one. Im making the rounds and when I come back and you're not asleep i'm dragging your ass to bed”

Snorting, Donnie bobs his head. “Sure” a small smile forms on his face.

Head shaking fondly, Raph walks to the door but pauses before he leaves. “I meant what I said Don” turning his head around he continues “you mean a lot to us, your family and we do anything for the family.

“Yeah” his voice catches in his throat.

They’ll do anything for their family.

Nodding Raph bids him farewell, “g’night don”

“Night” he whispers.

He stands there for a few seconds before he shuts all of his projects down, he pauses with his hand hovering in the air, he feels his ninpo running through his body, he brings up the tabs containing the chamber again and walks away as he transfers them to his gauntlet.

With a quick few strides to one side of the room, Donnie presses his palm to a hidden compartment, there's a hiss as the doors open. He's glad he never told anyone about this hidden room. It's become very useful for stuff he doesn't want others to see.

The doors close firmly behind him with the lights flickering on, with a flick of his fingers the tabs are transferred to the machine connected to the chamber. “I'll be quick, then you can go back to sleep. Donnie passes his time by making sure everything is working correctly, it usually takes about 10 minutes or so, but he's dragging his feet. He talks about anything that comes to mind, about the time Mikey ended up sleepwalking into a wall, or that time he ended up floating to the ceiling and unable to get down,. 

“He’s exhausted, Mikes been doing too much lately”. Donnie muses.

Donnie goes on, speaking about the time when April and he had found a stash of booze, that was strangely still in date, and got drunk. “April was cursing me out, she should've known that my metabolism is superior than hers.” he absently rubs his head from where she smacked him when he did tell her. 

His feet bring him closer to the chamber, “Jr is becoming a terror, coming more and more like his mother everyday” Donnie checks the systems and the vitals. “He's learning so fast, it was enjoyable watching him talk cheekily back to April” he pauses and looks down.

“You'd like him,” he whispers. 

A dull scratches his attention, turning his head Donnie sees a green hand with an IV cannula strapped to the back, tubing floating around his body. The hand drags down and his claws leave sharp grooves into the glass.

Walking up, Donnie places his own pawl onto the thick glass. Leo stares back at him with dull unseeing eyes, a mask firmly placed onto his mouth while his body is submerged in water.

“I'm sorry,” Donnie whispers as he watches those unseeing eyes flutter and shut.

“Please forgive me” he murmurs to the dead.

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Dropping this here for @febuwhump I was hoping id find something

Im hoping to get close to the juicy bits in Forgive Me, id love it if you'd vote for these boys in the @tmntaucompetition it'll be fun show what ive got planned 😈, as well as going up against other peoples

Again excuse my dyslexic unbetaed

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[scretladyspider]

please don’t scroll; I really need your help to reach my gofundme goal of $3500 and not become homeless.

Im Elle, a queer, ace, disabled person with ADHD, depression, and two cats. In November, I lost my job without warning. I have no savings as the job already had me living to the last dollar of every paycheck. I was denied unemployment and food stamps. I cannot work away from home, a physical job, or something with strict hours due to some yet-to-be-diagnosed illness.

this is my story — what’s going on & how I got here. (Smaller text used because it’s a lot of information/a long post.)

In early 2018, I was doing regular walk/runs. In 2019, I stopped being able to run, so I went on walks. Running took hours, then days, to recover from. My body couldn’t produce energy to do it consistently, so, walks. In 2020, I kept going on walks and tried to do aerobics. I was not able to keep doing aerobics. My body took hours upon hours to recover, where before it hadn’t, I was alone for almost all of 2020, and never developed COVID symptoms; it was what happened with running all over again. In 2021, it started to take more time to recover from walks. Then I started to need to take a nap immediately after I clocked out from work— and it was a work from home job. In 2022, I began to go from my sitting desk job straight to my bed most days, laying down exhausted right after work, even sleeping through lunch to get some rest.

On New Year's Eve 2023, I spent 30 minutes cleaning, including vacuuming my living room. I had to rest the rest of the day.

In the last five years, I've gone from running to being exhausted for hours by taking my garbage to the curb.

Imagine you were someone who enjoyed recreational exercise. Now imagine doing 1/100th of that and feeling sick for days. Thats me.

There are other symptoms also. More vulnerability to infection and more trouble fighting infection. Shooting, sharp muscle pains in large muscles such as the thigh or forearm, like a pinched nerve, that come and go at random. Pulse rate that skyrockets upon standing, to go back to normal soon after. Stomach inflammation. Inflammation without major swelling. Headaches. Complete inability to tolerate heat, leading to excruciating migraines that only go away with things like cold showers, electrolytes, and hours of rest in the dark with ice. Muscles that literally don't feel like they're getting oxygen. Random rashes. Face flushing. Being much more easily out of breath, yawning over and over, like I can't get air correctly. Weight gain, no matter what I eat or don't eat.

And just being so, so tired.

In summer of 2018, something… stopped working in my body. I felt sick all the time. I had a low, unexplainable fever nearly every day. Shooting nerve pain would wake me up at night. The doctor said I had a cold. But months went by and I didn’t get better. When my blood work and thyroid hormone level was normal, I was referred to a rheumatologist.

I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia after he made me wait 45 minutes, came in and asked “are you tired?", poked me hard, said I was tender, and left without running tests. This sort of “uhm the standard blood work came back normal, have you tried exercising more? I know you’re here because your body can’t recover from it but have you tried more of that? Also going to sleep at night?” has been the response over and over and over for five years. It got to the point where I even started to wonder if I was somehow making it up. I see a psych nurse. She thinks there's more than just depression, ADHD, and other things - though we both agree that managing those is vital too. She used to be a cardiologist, so this is reassuring. But when I have tried to see other doctors, it goes differently. Most of the time they see I have ADHD, a long history of depression, and hypermobile joints, and say that explains everything. I can't count how many times I've been told "well, you have depression” when the labs, if they even agreed to run them, came back normal. My standard blood work sometimes comes back with anemia, but I take an iron supplement. No improvement had come of it. I’ve had my thyroid hormone levels tested over and over, but never the antibodies. No imaging or referrals have happened, outside of one to a second rheumatologist. He ran no tests either; he just saw my joints are hypermobile and I was “sure taking a lot of mental health medications” (two at the time), and… that was that.

I had given up on actually even getting help until my SIL recommended a doctor she knew. For the first time in five years, when the standard blood work and TSH tests were normal, she told me we would keep looking. I actually cried with relief at that. It’s amazing to be believed after all this time.

Because of …. All of this, I'm trying to figure out how to either work for myself or find a work from home job that has flexible hours I can choose. I literally wouldn't be able to work a retail gig where I have to stand for eight hours, or even a 9-5 where I have to be there for those exact hours, because my body cannot do that right now. I want to get better but it's a long way off. First I need to know what's even wrong. I'm praying for a diagnosis soon. And treatment. At the least, management.

I have heard of EDS and I have been evaluated. I apparently don’t meet enough criteria, hence the diagnosis of JHS instead. It’s in the same family. I have also heard of POTS. I am pursuing testing. Same with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, MCAS, fibromyalgia… yeah. The thing is nothing outside of the standard blood count and thyroid hormone level test, no other lab tests have been done. There are so many things this could be that have never been checked. Lyme disease, for example, is extremely common where I live (it’s actually just extremely common worldwide) and matches much of my experience, but 1) in the USA the initial Lyme test relies on a strain of bacteria cultured in the 80s 2) there are over 100 strains of Lyme disease in the USA 3) in spite of decades of research there are doctors who don’t believe chronic Lyme exists 4) no doctor has ever checked and I only recently learned anything about it so I never asked. But… there are a lot of things to check that I’ve never had checked is my point. Fingers crossed someone can help me get there.

I do not have a partner who can try to support me through this, and my family already supports me however they can. My severance (which was low as I found out I was being paid much less than the rest of the team later) paid only my January rent.

Since my ability to work is severely limited right now, and I've been denied unemployment and food stamps, and I would need a diagnosis and to be awarded disability benefits in court (which can take YEARS that I don’t have), I have nothing in savings because of years of underpaying jobs the cost of living and being disabled and going through prior periods of unemployment due to this and other factors, I am left in a tough spot without help. Without this help, this gofundme... I have nothing.

So... here I am. A queer nonbinary disabled neurodivergent writer, trying my best, living with some undiagnosed illness that's severely impacted my ability to function, who got fired without real reasons (in America they can just do that to you without even telling you why), asking for your help to pay my February rent and January bills so I don’t repeat the trauma of being homeless. Or for you to reblog this.

Thank you for reading all of this.

It’s been on my chest for a long time. Even if it wasn’t for the gofundme, it feels good to talk about and be honest about my health. It reminds me you’re not supposed to feel like this all the time when I tell other people and they tell me I should get help and deserve answers. It’s reassuring to see competent doctors who finally believe me. I hope we figure it out.

no donation is too small— they add up. If just 100 people gave $35, the goal would be met. Sharing is also giving— it means someone who can help is more likely to see it.

You can also help via my venmo — secretladyspider

CashApp — secretladyspider

or find PayPal in my tip jar in my linktree

Goal is $3500 or over. Funds needed ASAP. If it goes over, that’ll help with February.

Thank you for anything and everything.

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[r0-boat]

Bullhybrid! OC: Zero hcs

( for this one zero is in his human design<-warning suggestive picture)

Y'all I can also see him living on the farm as his regular wasp self but I don't see Holt being a beekeeper lol.

Cw:yandere character, obsessive behavior, mentions of a character with possessive behavior. Suggestive. All around not a good position to be in lol.

Part of the "humans fascinate me gang." But he really likes humans. If his overly clinginess didn't piss Holt off, maybe he would let Zero have you. Unlike other hybrids, clinginess to you zero actively and constantly distracts you from your work. Zero gets handy and demands all of your attention while he plays with your fingers or strokes your back, twirls your hair, or traces the lines on your palm.

He knows every little difference about you, and honestly, it scares your boss. Your boss and he do not get along at all. He's one of the only bulls that could stand up to him even if he knows Holt is stronger.

Holt's possessive and sometimes overbearing nature over you, as he sees you as his possession, will not clash well with Zero's obsessive and clingy nature. And why stop something that annoys your boss?

Zero does make creepy comments about the human body when you least expect it. Maybe you shouldn't bought him a book on human anatomy no, he's obsessed with caressing the areas of your body to find where your organs are.

"I bet you're blood is a beautiful deep red, and tastes sweet." Is an actual thing you've heard.

When he isn't trying to cling to you physically, He's watching you intently, studying every move you make and wondering if that's just a you thing or if all humans do that—responding to every little reaction you make, hyperfocused on everything your human body does. You feel more like a specimen in a lab or that you're the hybrid and he's the farm hand, from the way he speaks to you or from the way he is. Like Colress and other smarter bulls on the farm, he is clearly more intelligent than you. He could probably live a life in human society like some hybrids prefer. But for some reason, he stays here. And personally, do you really want to know the reason why?

Zero knows full well, were all the vitals. but as much as he wants to he could never act on his fantasies of being the only one in your life because he knew he could never get past that damn farmer. Who has been keeping a sharp eye on him? However, he's contented with playing well for now if it means he gets to be around you.

He frequently goes into the forest attached to the farm and is on the farmer's land to forage and place edible plants on your window seal. Though even then, I wouldn't trust anything he gives you. Since I wouldn't be surprised that he would know exactly what plant does to the human body.

#ro.oc #oc: zero #bullfarmau #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #bull boys #oc x oc #oc x reader #oc headcanons #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere #obsessive behavior #here you Zero freaks #suggestive

[artsy-waffle19]

One thing I love so much about "The old guard" is that in comparison to other action movies I've seen so far, there's characters that have actual personalities that are vital to the plot and why the characters are doing what they're doing.

major "The old guard" spoilers if you haven't watched it yet pls do. It's on Netflix n a second part is supposed to come out soon (it's already made but there's no release date yet but stiiill)

Idk if anyone noticed that yet and correct me if I'm wrong but I noticed that n needed to share because especially for the older group of immortals it pecomes so clear why they keep going (taking Nile out here because the entire movie is just about her, getting used to it and she isn't in the same situation as the others yet).

But Andy is doing everything she's doing because she feels responsible. Her entire struggle in the beginning is, that she feels like her work isn't doing any good. She wants to stop because the "projects" she works on don't seem to work out so obviously she's discoiraged but as soon as anyone in the group is in danger she immediately jumps to being the leader of the group again ("I will get them back whatever it takes" , "I always go first").

Nicky is the optimistic one of the group and believes that everything happens for a reason, which he keeps reminding everyone of as encouragement. He keeps doing what he's doing as long as he has faith that there is a reason, even if he doesn't know it. I think for him it's the most obvious because it's part of most of his dialogues with the rest of the group "everything happens for a reason boss", "it's like it was meant to be [....] like fate", and it also shows in a lot of his other scenes even if he doesn't outright say it (like the scene in the lab when he beings up going to Malta even though they're captured right now, once again showing how he's optimistic and believes that things will eventually work out).

Joe does everything he does for the principle. This is shown in smaller ways but i really like how they kept subtly putting it into his actions. Throughout the movie he mainly seems chronically pissed off, however we gotta consider that the movie shows a time frame where people are mainly doing things that harm him or the people he cares about in some way, which he obviously deems as wrong so getting back at them is just all about the principle. There's no arguing or reasoning with him because he is set in what he believes in and will fight for justice even about the little things. We can especially see that later in the movie in the final fight in the lab. This shows especially in the line "you shot Nicky...you shouldn't have done that" followed by him, killing the guy he just spoke to, like- Nicky is alive and well, the guy's immortal there was never even a slight risk of him dying but it's the principle. Also that he wants to leave Booker in the lab for betraying them, his last line in the movie of "she's not asking", which basically translates to 'you fucked up so now you owe us, deal with it' or just the entirety of the van scene. Obviously the whole "what is he? your boyfriend?" was just supposed to be some homophobic joke but, once again he asked so he's getting an answer. It's just the principle.

And Booker tries to do all he does for the people he loves, yet all the people he loved are dead and as we can see in his dialogue with Joe ("You and Nicky always had each other.......") and the first scene of all of them interacting, in which he doesn't interact with the group much or hug any of them, plus the fact that he's the youngest out of all of them, he doesn't seem to see himself as part of the group. He can't really find a reason for anything he's doing like the others do because while Andy will always feel responsible for the people around her, Nicky will most likely never lose his faith and Joe will always find something to be pissed off about, Bookers children are dead and any people he gets attached to will eventually die, which therefore disqualifies them as a safe and constant source of motivation. And the fact that he is aware of that but cannot find another reason to live for makes all of his actions so much more understandable and also really heartbreaking. To him his immortality isn't about responsibility, reason or justice it's just about hurting "just because we keep living, doesn't mean we stop hurting". So obviously he'd want to stop it.

I just rewatched it and it's so nice to see the dialogue and the character dynamics and really get the characters actions, which makes the plot like 10 times better. Generally I just really love this movie and I need Netflix to release the second one NOW because that cliffhanger was atrocious.

#please tell me this fandom isn't dead yet #i know it's been years but i believe in us #this is a movie about immortals the fandom cannot die after 3 yrs #the old guard netflix #the old guard #the old guard andy #the old guard nicky #the old guard joe #the old guard booker #meta #the old guard meta #long post

[luvly-writer]

"But oh..Cara mia"

Ch. 12 Irrationally and longing

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Warnings: none

Status: Ongoing

Author's note: Hope you enjoy this chapter! Tensions keep on rising, will it explode?

Taglist: @lorosette @nanas-teatime @prettyacademia00 @mxtokko @sarahkaliii @w31rdg1rl @Eurydicegrimes @writing-for-the-hell-of-it

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You had just gotten off the phone with Ivy when you hear Damian entering the lab. He is frowning with his arms crossed. You turn in your chair and face him. Silence surrounds you both as you look at him. "Where were you?" he asks roughly and you are taken aback by his harshness. "Themyscira. Why do you ask?" you shoot back and he looks down and mumbles something. You raise your eyebrow at him, "What was that?" you say and Damian whispers a little bit clearer. "You were missed.'' You smile softly and beckon him to come closer. He follows suit and you hold your hand out. He stares at it and looks at you raising an eyebrow. You answer his unspoken question, "You aren't big on hugs so holding your hand could do for now" He looks at your hand again and holds it. You smile at him before you are surprised at what he does next. He goes forward and gives you a quick hug before standing back, pink dusting his cheeks. You smile at him and ruffle his hair affectionately. Knowing he wasn't going to start the conversation again, you take the initiative, "You like the new suit?" and he nods, "I suppose it looks adequate on you. You do look more like an Amazon now." You smile at his response, "Well that kind of is the point my grandmother wanted to make so thank you." He nods again and goes to leave. Just before he walks out, he turns around and opens his mouth to say something but closes it again.

"You can tell me anything, Damian. Your feedback is just as appreciated as any other" you say and you see he becomes more comfortable. He closes the door, making sure that no one else besides the two of you heard what he was going to say. "You shouldn't run away, Prince. Don't think that none of us have been oblivious to how you feel about Grayson." Your eyes widen and you flush, not knowing how to answer to that. "Don't worry, I won't speak word of it....but you should know, Grayson is more bearable when you are around. This whole act of excessive love with Starfire is nauseating. Your presence truly was needed, so I have one request," he said looking at you and you nod at him to continue, "Don't leave again" and you took a deep breath. "I can't guarantee anything, Damian but I'll try" you answer. Satisfied with your answer he leaves. You let out a deep breathe and slump on your chair. That kid is intense.

Damian would not admit it, but he really missed you. He likes that you always included him and took his input seriously, even if it wasn't related to vigilantism. Plus, you had a warmth to you that he gravitated towards constantly. You had taken him to the arcade and to an art exhibit a few times not so long ago and he found that he thoroughly enjoyed your presence. Plus you had built an automatic sandbox for Alfred the cat that cleaned itself, props for bonus points.

The following days were interesting, to say the least. Damian would stick by your side, much to Dick's displeasure. You hung up the suit, going back to your normal routine of being behind the scenes and helping the others. This, of course, surprised Kory, and she had taken quite an interest in you and that made everyone be slightly tense. Seeing as she had become part of the team for this mission, you had to create a file for her in order to check up on her vitals as well. As for the moment, she was standing in the middle of your lab, in the check-up platform, observing you and you studied her vitals. "So, you don't fight?" she asks, and you answer without looking at her, "I do, I just don't patrol." She hums and asks again, "Injury?" and you shake your head no. "So coming in with the Amazon suit was all show then?" she asked and that irked you. Damian, who had been sitting next to you (and had once again taken the mantle of following you everywhere like a shadow) huffed in response and rolled his eyes. "No. I had been in Themyscira for a few weeks hence why I was using my suit," you say drily, still looking at your analysis. "Couldn't you have changed?" she asked and you snapped back, "Is there a personal vendetta you have with my Amazonian suit that I should be aware of?" Kory glared at you, not happy with your attitude. "It just seemed a little too much for show.." she said and you roll your eyes at her as you continue working. "Are you sure your human technology is able to get my vitals?" Kory spoke up once again, making sure to accentuate the word human. "Considering that I am currently checking your suit status and finished with your vitals yesterday, I would say yes" you answer once again, trying to sound as unbothered as possible. Kory huffs, unsatisfied with not being able to get a full reaction out of you. The lab was full of silence again. Starfire spoke up one last time, trying to see if this time she could get to you, "Is it true?" You look at her, wondering what she meant, "That you are the Darling of the gods, I mean?" she clears up. Damian looks at you as well, interested in what you had to say. "Would you let me work in peace if I answer?" you say annoyed and she nods, "Very well...In Themyscira, when a new child is presented, they are to be made known to the gods and given a name. Not the birth name, but sort of a surname. When Diana presented me to everyone as her official daughter and princess of Themyscira, the gods provided me with their favor and many blessings. This gave me my title of darling of the gods seeing as I had been one of the few to earn their absolute favor. As I grew up, it became more evident that they were pleased with me, seeing as some would teach and train me personally." Kory takes the information as Damian, pleased to know his sister was superior, let out a smirk.

"But you aren't truly Amazonian?" asked Kory again. You freeze for a second. Diana's words coming back to you. You relax and give her a patronizing smile as you answer, "Of course I am, sweetie, how else could I possibly be the princess." You hear your computer ding as the scan is finally set, "Everything is well and done. If you are done investigating me Koriand'r, you may leave" you say and she finally leaves.

The next few days, Kory would spend her time throwing subtle remarks here and there, yet you would answer with grace, poise, and class, never letting them get to you. You would treat her with professionalism and kindness. You knew better. The rest would notice and would come up with ways to counter-attack them by making you laugh. It was already bad enough that the PDA displayed by her and Dick was getting too much for you sometimes and she knew. When he would hug her, she'd look straight into your eyes over his shoulder, making sure you knew he wasn't yours. If he tried to talk to you, whether it was about his suit or life in general, she would be present so that you'd be reminded there was no chance. If you all went out, she would stand between the two of you if you ever near them, making sure you understood she was there and there would never be space for you. It got to the point where she wouldn't even let you patch him up. After years of being the one that knew how to work around him when he was in pain, she just swooped it and took your place and made sure you knew that he would never need you again. The worst part is he allowed it. You could feel the sadness fill your heart and bottle it up. What happened to the boy who whispered sweet nothings in your ear and made sure you were always alright? The moment he stepped on the plane to Jump City, he vanished. Although you were doing well hiding your emotions from everyone, Barbara could tell how much it pained you. She saw how your eyes would lose a little light every time he held her. How you would bite your lip when it began to tremble if they kissed in front of you. You were in pain. As if he wasn't already out of reach, you decided to distance yourself from him. Just like you had done many times before.

The others were there. Stephanie and Cass would invite you to see movies, Tim would visit you in the lab and just work next to you, Duke would make you laugh whenever needed, Jason would come to the lab and rant about the new book he read, Damian would leave Alfred the cat in your lap saying that it helps, and Barbara, oh Barbara, she was the best friend anyone could ask for. She held you in her arms as you cried and cried, trying to numb the pain you felt. She would hold your hand and squeeze it every time Kory would get in the way.

This whole charade had to end one way or another, and unfortunately, the moment to recognize came in a gruesome way. Kory and Dick had been partnered up for patroling the ports. The thing is that with Kory's green powers, their cover was blown and they were attacked, fucking up. Dick was stabbed and it was one nasty wound. They were forced to ask for back up and boy was Bruce LIVID. When they got back to the cave after handling the situation, Bruce called you out to fix Dick up. Kory opened her mouth to speak against it but Bruce spoke before she could, "Starfire, a word." Slightly intimidated by the man, she nodded and left with him. Leaving you to take Dick and patch him up in the lab. "Ok, Richard, this will hurt, so Imma count to three. One. Two." You pressed the cloth and cleaned the wound getting ready to pulverize the wound. You began to close it after fixing it and started to stitch it. "I forgot you never get to three" he whispered and you chuckled lightly, maintaining your focus on his wound, "Your mind is focused on waiting for the three so the pain is not acknowledged as fast and makes it easier to work" you mumble back. As you bring Dick, to sit up and start wrapping the white cloth around his waist, some hair falls off your ponytail. He decides to brush it out of your face and whispers, "You called me Richard" and you hum in response, "You had started to call me Dick, what happened?" he said softly and you avoided his eyes, "I have no idea what you are talking about...all done, you can leave" you say and walk to the sink to wash the blood of your hands. You hear him sigh and walk toward you, "Is it...is it Kory? I know her behavior has been a little weird but-"

"Oh so you are aware of her constant verbal harassment of me and how she gets in the way of my fucking job and you decide to ignore it, Mr. Grayson?" you seethe and Dick tenses up. He looks down at the floor, suddenly finding it very interesting. "What do you want from me? Honestly Richard, do you want to see me fail?"

"No-" "Then??!?! Explain yourself."

"Yn, its complicated"

"Isn't it always with you? Listen, I don't want to know, and honestly, I don't think I can take it anymore." She hadn't noticed how close the two were, chests were inches apart.

"what do you mean?"

"Unless it is related to our night lives, get away from me," she said and Dick could feel his heart strain. He didn't want to get away from her. These last few days he had found that the more Kory tried to get in between them, the more he longed for her presence. He longed for her touch, he longed for her eyes to be on him, he longed for her smile to be directed only to him, he longed for her laugh, that sweet melody that could leave him dizzy, he longed for her flirtatious quips, he missed her hands on him, he longed for her and Lord knows how divided his heart was. On one side he had Kory, comfortable and familiar. Kory had been his friend and teammate for years. They had dated so many times before and slept together even more. Her body was so familiar to his, as were her lips...yet at the end of the day, it wasn't her lips that he dreamed of at night. He had Kory and he reprimanded himself for wishing for someone else. He had Kory, but he would give his last dying breath for Yn and it took having them both in the same place and Yn asking him to leave for him to wake up. He wanted her. God, he wanted her. He wanted her like a man who wants water in the middle of the desert. He wanted her so bad He truly needed her, more than he wanted to allow himself to. He looked at her, dead in the eyes, and gulped. They had been so close, chests pressed against each other and eyes locked. He looked at her lips and then back to her eyes. "Is...is that what you truly want? for me to go away?" he breathed out. His head felt light with just her touch. His face neared hers, lips almost touching, but he pulled back quickly, restraining himself with all he had. He looked at her lips once again then back to her eyes. Oh those eyes, glossed over with want. Her gaze ghosted all over his face, set on admiring him. She whispered, "...I need you to let me leave". He wasn't having it, "Do you want me to?" Yn closed her eyes. She is tired of loving someone that wasn't hers. She stepped back and cleared her throat. She leaned against one of the lab's desks, trying to stop her spinning mind and beating heart. Dick remained in the same place, looking at her, waiting for her to say something, or do something. Finally, she spoke up, "You should...you should go and check on Kory. You um... your wound will heal fast with what I added, but you will still need to take a few days off. You are benched for now. I expect you to come tomorrow for a check-up." She wouldn't look at him, "You can't be serious Yn" Dick answered exasperatedly. How could she go back to normal after that?! He opened his mouth but she interrupted him, "Leave Richard. Good night" and turned her back to him, hugging herself.

Pissed, Dick left the lab. He walked towards where Bruce and Kory were arguing. Bruce did not look pleased and Kory looked livid. "Richard, could you try and change his mind!" she said and Dick looked at Bruce for an explanation, "Starfire won't be partaking in anything related to the mission. No patrol and no stitching up." Kory seethed, "You can't possibly be serious. I come all the way from Jump City to help with a case and you bench me?" and Bruce glares at her. "We never asked for your backup. It was appreciated for the time being but I believe we have it under control. Thank you for your assistance." Kory was absolutely furious and shot back “and what!? leave little miss Amazon to do it all! Is that it? That you have a clear bias between her and, therefore, need to get me out of the equation? Is it that?" she said and Bruce let out a tired sigh. What in the actual fuck? "Kory, you are letting your anger get the best of you" tried to reason Dick but she wouldn't have it. Finally, Bruce had enough, "That will be enough Koriand'r. Yn is an essential part of the team. Her skills in fighting, medicine, and tecnology are unparallel, so I can assure you we will be just fine. You will not be working with us and that is final. Your input has provided little to no help, your presence began to concern civilians, and after tonights events, we might loose the only advantage we had seeing as it might have alerted any of our suspects. After the gala, I would strongly advise to Zeta tube back to Jump City. I don't want to hear it any more. You are both dismissed"

Kory quickly left for her room. Dick looked at Bruce and tried to negotiate one last time, "B-" "Richard John Grayson Wayne! I suggest you get a hold of this situation before it gets too out of control. Kory is being irrational, impulsive, and uncooperative. You know better and you better not pin this on YN. Out of the three of you, she has been the only one to offer real focus and professionalism so don't you dare. I am not hearing it. Kory is out, whether you like it or not!" Said Bruce sternly, using his dad voice (the only one that got them all truly terrified), and Dick accepted defeat. What had this become?

#batkids #batfam x reader #batfam dc #batfam au #batfam x you #batfamily #batfam #batfamily x reader #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x amazon reader #dick grayson x latina! reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne #dc batman #dcau

[sexymilfwitch]

New Year’s Kiss

Parings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Mutual Pining, but other than that none really just Y/N being clueless gay mess, and Pietro being Pietro. 

Summary: Y/N wants to help Wanda have her first kiss.

Words: 1,666

Author's Note: This is my first fic I’ve ever written, and honestly I don’t know how to feel about it I’m nervous its also kinda long. just want to say thank you to @daddynattt​ and @kitesxromanova​ for encouraging me!! This wasn't proofread by anyone other than me, so please don't mind if you come across errors! Hope you enjoy this and Happy New Year!!

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When Wanda told you she never had a first kiss let alone an oh-so-coveted kiss at midnight on New Year's you were baffled. She was gorgeous and you couldn't fathom the idea that nobody would have longed to kiss her, but as you dwelled on that thought another had come to mind. Obviously, she wouldn't have kissed anyone, she was too busy trying to keep her brother along with herself alive and safe her whole life. How could you have let such vital knowledge of your best friend slip your mind just because she had never kissed anyone? You didn't know but you did know that you vowed to yourself the second you heard that information that you would help your best friend get a first kiss on New Year.

Being an Avenger and knowing Tony Stark for as long as you had meant many things, but by far the most useful one for the occasion was that you knew how to throw a killer party. 

“Oh Tony!” you sang as you skipped into his lab swinging your arms back and forth happily.

“What do you need Y/N?” he grumbled as he caught a glimpse of your movements as well as the sound of your voice.

“What makes you think I need something tonester?” you questioned, to which he groaned at the nickname you insisted was great every time he argued with you about it.

“You're way too giddy and excited to not need something, also what have I said about that nickname?” he questioned back to you with furrowed eyebrows.

“That you love it.” you whispered.

“Wrong but what do you need? Seriously, I'm busy here.” he insisted while he motioned for you to speed it up with his hand.

“Well, since you asked and were oh so curious.” you smiled “I want to throw a really big New Year’s party!” you exclaimed giddily 

He raised his eyebrow in a questioning look and asked “That's what you interrupted me and my work for? To tell me you wanted to throw a party tomorrow that I've already planned, set up, and told you about at breakfast yesterday?” 

“Well I didn't know that, plus I don't listen to things that early.” you looked down and mumbled 

“Look kid, you look like a kicked puppy right now, so I need you to perk up. Sure you're not planning the party, but you're still going to have a phenomenal time!” he cheered 

You looked up “I guess you're right! Wanda will have an amazing time!”

“So she's why you wanted to have a party?” he smirked “Looking to be her New Year's kiss?”

“What? No! She's my best friend, we’re just friends.” you frowned until you smirked a little while saying “Is it a crime for a girl to want her best friend to have a great time at a party?” 

As soon as he was about to drop it, Friday's voice rang through the speakers “Miss Y/L/N sorry to interrupt, but Miss Maximoff has requested your presence in her room.”

“Thank you Friday, tell her I'll be right there.” you insisted, trying not to look too happy. 

Tony sent you a knowing look “Don’t look at me like that Tony!” you yelled running out of the lab towards the brunette's room, leaving him no room for a snarky comment you were sure he would have made.

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When you reached her door you knocked lightly “Wands? It's me.”

“Come in!” she yelled you couldn't see her but you know she had the widest smile on her face just from her voice.

Opening the door you walked in to be met with the same smile you pictured on the other side. As you strolled towards her bed she held her arms out for you to lay in her arms, which is exactly what you did when you reached her.

“I missed you” she mumbled into your hair ”Peit just went out with Nat to get what he called ‘The finer things in life.’ for the New Year’s party Tony is throwing, which I'm pretty sure is just sparkly silver and gold solo cups instead of regular red ones.” she quoted the air and then laughed a little while explaining with a smile

You looked up at her “I missed you too wands but hold on, did everybody know about this party except for me? Man i really need to listen to tony better.” 

“I don’t know how you didn't know because he’s been talking about it non-stop, and Pietro is the most excited I've seen him in so long.” she smiled at that “Me on the other hand not as much.” she pouted

You sat up facing her while Internally thanking Tony for throwing this party and not yourself seeing as how the person you wanted to throw it for didn't even want to go. 

“What? You don't wanna go? Why not.” you frowned 

As she also sat up she spoke “It's not that I don't want to go, It's just that there's going to be so many people I don't know, and I just wanted to have a lowkey New Year with everyone. It's the first year I get to celebrate accordingly.”

You frowned for a minute until you remembered “At least you'll get to have a first kiss! And on New Year at that! I'm going to be the best wing woman ever!”

Wanda listened to you while you rambled, smiling at your cute antics as you walked backward clapping once and pointing at her swearing she’d ‘have a great time, just you wait.’ while bumping into her door frame on your way out. Once you left her room she frowned, she knew you meant well but sometimes you could be dense. All she wanted was to have a great time with only you tomorrow. 

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 Tomorrow night came fast, too fast in your opinion. You were excited about the party, truly you were but admittedly you were a little upset about tonight. You wanted to be the lucky person to kiss Wanda when the clock struck twelve, but you were her best friend and she wasn’t into you like that, right? So as her friend you had an obligation to help her even if it hurt you. All you wanted was for her to be happy, and when she told you about this dilemma she had the saddest pout ever. So you being you, obviously you had to help her. 

You showed up to the party first out of the two of you. You made your way towards the bar spotting Natasha sitting on one of the stools observing the party, as you took a seat on the one next to her. 

“Hey Natty!” you smiled “Are you having fun?” you questioned  

“I'm having a great time Y/N/N, are you waiting for Wanda?” she questioned with a look you've seen a million times from her when the witch was brought up. A look that told you to tell Wanda how you felt, and that you were an idiot for not seeing the way she looked at you. 

As soon as you went to answer, Wanda walked in with Pietro catching your eye and causing you to jump up and make your way toward the twins, which gave Nat the answer to her question.

“Wow Wands you look gorgeous” you paused taking her in “I'm jealous of the lucky person who catches your eye tonight.” you state while you stare into each other's eyes  

Interrupting the moment Pietro cheekily cuts in “Do I look gorgeous Y/N? I bet I do, don't I? don't lie to me. Wandy and I are twins, if she looks gorgeous so do I.”.

“Pietro, please don't call me that” Wanda mumbles to him.

“What's wrong Wandy? Am I embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend?” as he finishes his sentence you and Wanda both yell out with crimson cheeks

“Woah Woah Woah!” you both exclaim “we’re just friends, but yes speedy you look gorgeous too.” you say as Wanda echos “yeah, we’re just friends.” you're too embarrassed and in your mind to pick up on the quiet sad tone in which she said it but Pietro hears it.

As the night carries on and the clock ticks closer and closer to midnight, you're starting to lose hope that you'll find someone for Wanda. She shot down every single person you've pointed out claiming that she's just not interested in any of them. She eventually got you to stop pointing people out a few minutes before midnight after she pulled you out to the back of the compound complaining that she needed some fresh air. While music is blasting in the background from the party. 

“I'm sorry I couldn't help you find someone.” you somewhat whisper to her trying not to disturb the peace you two had created

She grabbed your hand with her’s “Y/N, do you know why I said no to everyone you showed me tonight?”  

“They weren't your type, that's what you said.” you answer as she starts rubbing her thumb across your knuckles while a heat started to rise in your cheeks

Her free hand went to your jawline turning your head towards hers. “No Y/N, I turned them down because they weren't you. You're the lucky person who caught my eye tonight, and every night since we met. You shouldn’t be jealous of anyone here but yourself.”

“I love you!” you blurt out which causes her to smile wider than you've ever seen before.

As you hear the partygoers inside counting down to new year's she pulls you in by the back of your neck and you rest your foreheads together as she whispers “I love you too.” causing you to smile now

As the clock strikes twelve you both lean in as your lips fit together perfectly like she was a missing puzzle piece in your life that you just had to turn a little to make fit in place.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fluffy new year #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda #happy new year #wanda x you #tony stark #natasha romanoff #pietro maximoff #avenger!reader #wanda maximoff au #aou #original work #original fanfiction

[flipping-the-coin]

hypothetically Ratchet has ever attempted to create the "happy pills" for make himself feel better?

𝙸𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚐-

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚌. 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚒𝚍

𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌-

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I apologize beforehand for responding on behalf of my mentor, but I do not believe his mental state would benefit from seeing this particular query. Not to mention I think Prime would also be... distraught if he noticed this question. So I have decided to answer in Doctor Ratchet's stead. I am sorry if you wished to hear from him.

Now to answer your question, Doctor Ratchet has and continues to make pills composed of type six emotional suppressors. Its a highly addictive drug and has increadible effects in dulling negative emotional responses through increasing the production of calming nerve alerts and electrical currents. He makes them himself and does not have any sort of dealer. He takes what he needs from the pharmacy and no one stops him because no one wants to get on his bad side. He's not just the CMO, he's also the Primal Steward. Doctor Ratchet knows this, and so he really isn't all that worried about hiding what he is collecting from the labs or cleaning his digit prints from the pill machine.

Its an open secret, but one every single one of us medics have agreed to keep quiet outside the clinic. Things are so very fragile right now... we can't afford to have Doctor Ratchet break. I am hoping things will get better now that Prime is back. Since his return, my mentor has decreased his drug intake by over 75% and only consumes his homemade medication whenever Prime is gone for too long doing something or other. His smoking has also become less aggressive and he only seems to drink whenever he is particularly stressed. He hasn't visited the labs to make more of his drugs in over a stellar cycle, so I am praying that this is the change my mentor has been needing for a long time.

It would be better if Prime was more attentive though. My mentor is rather cruel toward Orion Pax, even though it goes against medical protocol... I have had to remove dangerous amounts of prescription drugs from Archivist Pax's medication more times than I care to count. I have also had to get rid of more than one disturbing note from my mentor which occasionally are attached to the medication in question. I don't understand why or know all the details, but Doctor Ratchet has been hurting for a very long time and has hurt everyone around him too. I do what I can to mitigate the damage because I know that deep down Doctor Ratchet is a GOOD mech.

He's just hurt. I know what that is like. All us war veterans do. Autobots stand together, especially medics. I don't like what my mentor is doing, but I am going to keep taking care of him as much as I am able. He needs it. I hope to try and get Prime's attention soon and direct him toward Doctor Ratchet. My mentor has been desperate for interaction with Prime. I think even a blind mech could see that.

I have a feeling they will work it out with time and that because of it, Doctor Ratchet will get better. Already his complexion has improved and his vitals have begun running stronger. It's almost like Prime's return gave my mentor back a piece of his spark. He seems younger now, or at least more energetic. Its a little off-putting, but I would never dare call it a bad thing. The fact that Doctor Ratchet hasn't picked up his disguised drug bottle in over a deca-cycle tells me that this really is a good thing for him, even if Prime is a bit absent more often than not.

Until I receive an invitation to their Conjunxing ceremony, I will keep praying for them every recharge cycle.

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𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚒𝚍

#maccadam #transformers prime au #transformers #transformers prime #two sides to a coin au #ratchet #first aid #first aid intervention

[scarlettacklen1986]

I Don't Want To Rember •Kingsman Merlin•

Word count: 1157

Type: Angsty fluff

Warning: Mentions of Death and grieving

Paring: Merlin × Oc (description is kept limited name can easily be changed when reading)

Summary: Maggie can't process her feelings about Merlin coming back to her

Maggie was sat at the kitchen table again, it was nearly 3 am and her head was hung over a cup of coffee.

"Mag?" She looked up to see Merlin coming down the stairs of their house.

"Hey babe, I didn't mean to wake you," she smiled.

"You didn't, I woke up naturally, and realised you weren't next to me," he said.

"I just had a nightmare, don't worry about it,"

"What about?" Merlin asked sitting across from her.

"You know what it was about," she said with a heavy sigh.

"I'm alive darling," he reached for her hand but Maggie retracted her hand setting it in her lap.

"Sorry, I'm still shaking it off," she mumbled.

"I love you," he said

"Love you too,"

"Go back to bed," she said "I'll be up in a minute" she assured

Maggie never came back to bed, Merlin found her the next day on the couch asleep.

"I...I just don't know Harry, it feels like she's pulling away from me," Merlin said to Harry as they ate in his office.

"It was traumatic for her too, she watched you die, she grieved you, then she helped get you back and she helped Ginger with your surgery, she's probably still processing," Harry assured him.

"Why won't she talk to me about it?" Merlin asked.

"She doesn't talk about her feelings and she probably feels as though she shouldn't complain because you're the one who came back to life," he said.

"You make more sense than you should," Merlin said.

"I read a lot of romance books," Harry shrugged.

"You read spy novels," Merlin argued.

"I change the dust covers to spy novels," Harry said amused Merlin shook his head with a chuckle leaving to his own office.

He hadn't seen Maggie all day, she said she was too busy working vitals on Roxy and Eggsy's blood from their last mission, an undercover that went wrong and ended in both of them getting injected with a mix of poisons that they had to scramble to get an antidote to.

Maggie had been frantic figuring out the antidote as Eggsy sat holding a puke bucket as he threw up blood, Roxy held out bearly any better but she had gotten to the all-acting poison negator, all it did was slow the poison down.

But Merlin could see the file, she'd ran their blood and done every test she could on both their most recent blood samples and the ones taken when they were injected.

"She's probably working on a better and quicker antidote than what we had," Merlin mumbled. "Yeah, that's all she's doing,"

Maggie came home later than Merlin. "Hey, you hungry?" Merlin smiled.

"Not really, darling I've been working on a proper antidote for months, seriously months and nothing is working," she complained.

"Literally nothing! I can't even figure out what the poisons in that mix were, if I could do that, I could work out a mix of the antidotes for each of those poisons," she groaned as she collapsed on the couch.

"You'll figure it out my love, you always do," Merlin said kissing her cheek, Maggie smiled looking over her notes.

"Thank you, love"

"Put the notes down, they'll be there tomorrow," Merlin said later in the night Maggie sighed rubbing her eyes.

"You're right, I've got a couple theories to try in the lab tomorrow," she said placing the book down.

"Come on, to bed we go," he said holding onto her hand pulling her up off the couch.

"I love you," Maggie smiled kissing him, Merlin kissed back crowding her against the door.

He trailed his kisses down her neck, Maggie pushed away. "I. . .I can't I'm sorry," she said.

"What? What is your problem? Are you afraid to look at my scars? Disgusted? Do you think you're too good for me now? That I'm damaged goods now? Huh!" Merlin shouted.

"No! Of course not!" Maggie said quickly.

"Then look at me like I'm a person again!"

"I can't! Okay? I just can't! It's too much all I see is the view from your glasses as you exploded! How your voice just stopped! The blood on your glasses! And I had Ginger telling me we needed to continue the mission and help Harry and Eggsy! But I couldn't and then weeks later we found you and oh my god the state you were in.

I collapsed into Tequila, Then. . .Then Ginger needed help during the surgery and you were flatling and the machines were going off and Ginger was fanatically trying to get you breathing again and I. . .Froze until Harry came in to calm me down, tell me it wasn't you, it was any other agent I've performed surgery on, we had to cover your face, I could barely even function as a medic, never mind as your wife.

I sat on the floor of my surgery room just thinking, thinking, what if you died, what if you flatlined and I froze again with no one to help, what if you got better and went back into the field and you got hurt again and I couldn't do anything and every time I see those scars, It's all I think about, I can only see you nearly dead on my table, I love you but I'm scared!" She cried sat on the edge of their bed with her head in her hands.

"And I'm so selfish because I can't imagine what you're going through if I'm like this, I can't imagine what your head is like and I-I don't know how to talk about it because you don't like to talk about your emotions and I'm fine with that! Because it's always small things like Eggsy pissing you off, even when you were grieving Harry we didn't talk about it much I could deal with them, I know those emotions, I've felt them but how do I deal with this,"

Merlin knelt in front of her. "Maggie, look at me," he said gently.

"Don't act like I'm a child Hamish" She groaned.

"I'm not but I need you to look at me" he said.

Maggie rested her chin on her hands looking at him, he took her hand. "Trust me," he said gently, he moved her hand under his shirt placing it over his heart. "You can feel that right?" She nodded "I'm alive and I'm healthy and that's because of you and your amazing work, you keep each and every single Kingsman healthy and alive and I love you for that," he leaned up kissing her.

"How about this, we go to sleep, if you wake up with a nightmare, you wake me up as well and we work through it together, you're not selfish, this hurts you as much as me, I didn't suffer alone and you won't either,"

Maggie smiled kissing him "Thank you," she said gently.

They settled into bed, Maggie laid against Merlin's chest listening to his heart and it was the first time in months she'd slept soundly.

#harry heart #kingsman #kingsman x reader #kingsmen secret service #mark strong #merlin kingsman #merlin x reader #taron egerton #hamish #hamish mycroft #kingsman merlin fanfiction #kingsman merlin #kingsman fanfiction #kingsman eggsy #kingsman imagine #roxy kingsman #kingsman merlin imagine #kingsman merlin fic #kingsman merlin oneshort #Kingsman Merlin fanfic #kingsman fic #roxy mortin #eggsy urwin #merlin

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SOMEONE LIKE ME (CHAP. 20) - A STARGLASS ZODIAC X ZODIAC EXPERIMENT CROSSOVER

i just finished a gt test (lets hope i don't fail it lmfao)

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"Cassie! I have great news!" Cassie distantly heard Gemini shouting. She turned around to see Gemini zooming towards her on her cloud steed while Pegasus yelled at her to slow down.

"Yeah? What is it?!" Cassie shouted back as Gemini slid off her cloud and onto the ground, running to her. 

"Okay, so, you know how we're trying to send you back home, right?" Gemini asked excitedly, waving her hands around.

"Yes?"

"And you know how we couldn't do that earlier cause we didn't know where in the mortal realm to send you to make sure you'd find your way back to your own Astral Plane?"

"Yes...?"

"Well, we have the solution now!" Gemini swept her arms wide. "Centaurus finally has some free time, so we're gonna go to Aquarius' kingdom and let her look into your memories and find out where you were before you came here!" 

"Really?! That's great!" Cassie exclaimed, now starting to jump up and down with Gemini. 

"Yes, well, Aquarius is expecting us soon," Pegasus said, interrupting their celebration. "A memory dive is an often long and tiring process. We should leave as soon as possible."

"Yeah, we'll leave ASAP!" Gemini said, jumping back onto her cloud and spinning around excitedly while Cassie giggled. Pegasus facepalmed.

"Right now. We should leave right now."

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The trio portal-traveled yet again, this time to Aquarius' kingdom. This palace seemed much more modernized, made completely out of gleaming white metal and stone. Aquarius' throne was a bluish-gray metal, and it was an angular, sharp shape.

"So, does Centaurus work for Aquarius?" Cassie asked as they walked out of the throne room and into the long, seemingly never-ending hallways.

"She actually works for Sagittarius, she's his older sister and his advisor." Gemini flew in front of Cassie and Pegasus, turning around so she could talk to them. "But we're in Aquarius' kingdom because she's the most well-equipped to deal with memory dives."

"The Kingdom of Hydrokhoos is the most technologically advanced, out of all the Zodiacs," Pegasus explained. "The most intelligent scientists and engineers flock here."

"Ohh." Cassie nodded. "In my world, Aquarius is a clothing designer, along with Pisces." 

"How fascinating."

They reached a set of automatic sliding doors, and they entered what looked like a laboratory, very similar to her Scorpio's lab.

"Aquarius!" Gemini shouted, flying over to a tall woman with blue pigtails that brushed against the floor. She was typing rapidly on a tablet, not even looking up to acknowledge Gemini.

"Hello," Aquarius finally grumbled after Gemini began to poke at her pigtails. One of the pigtails sprang to life, curling up and bonking Gemini on the head. 

Pegasus bowed, and it was then Aquarius looked up and nodded in acknowledgement. 

"Pegasus, good to see you." She tucked her tablet under her arm, putting her hand forth to firmly shake Pegasus' hand. "And...hello, Cassie."

Aquarius put her hand forward and Cassie shook it. "We've much to do before the procedure," the Zodiac said, looking back at her tablet. "Before anything else, we need to take Cassie's vitals in order to prove that she's stable enough for the memory dive."

"Vitals?" Cassie asked, alarmed. Was she going to be put into some kind of danger?

"Your heart rate, blood pressure, breath rate, and temperature," Aquarius said nonchalantly. "Nothing too serious, we just need to make sure that you are in normal health."

"Oh...okay," Cassie said, feeling some of the dread in her stomach disappearing. Aquarius gestured for her to sit in a chair, presumably for the vital checking, and so she sat.

"Uh, what's he doing here?" Gemini asked suddenly, pointing across the lab. Cassie turned her head to look, and found Pisces sitting on one of the countertops, his feet dangling above the ground and his fan held over his face. He was so still, almost like a statue—no wonder nobody had noticed him until now.

Aquarius looked up. "What are you doing here?" She asked, both of her pigtails snapping up and around a ceiling beam. Her hair lifted her into the air, landing her right next to Pisces. 

The fish Zodiac snapped his fan closed, grinning. "Just wanted to see how the procedure would go."

Aquarius sighed, pushing Pisces off the counter and onto the floor. "How many times have I told you, you need to make sure that somebody is running your kingdom in your absence, you can't just run off wherever whenever, now I need to contact Hydra—"

Pisces ignored Aquarius' ramblings, making his way over to Cassie. 

"Hello," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "Cassie, wasn't it? How are you?"

"Um. Good." Cassie scooched away just the tiniest bit—something about this Pisces unnerved her. Maybe it was the fact that most of his face was obscured, and she couldn't read his eyes or facial expressions. Maybe it was the fact that the warmth of his smile seemed more calculated than genuine.

Or maybe it was the fact that Gemini was staring at Pisces with seething, unadulterated hate.

Pisces quickly glanced up at Gemini, gauging the severity of her reaction. Evidently, he decided he'd better not stick around, as he straightened up and turned away. 

"I wish you luck with the procedure," He said slowly as he snapped his fan in front of him again and sauntered away. 

"Yes, thank you, Hydra." Cassie turned her attention to the enormous TV screen, where Aquarius was on call with a woman with pale blue hair. There were similarly colored snakes wreathed throughout her hair—something that her own Hydra did not have. (Her Hydra was a tiny two-headed serpent, though. They had no hair.)

"No problem, Aqua," Hydra was saying, her voice breaking in and out. "I'll contact Serpens in a bit. Wait a sec, is that the kid? Yo, Cetus, look! It's the kid!" 

A man with pitch black skin, navy hair, and dark green eyes leaned over. He had a small fin poking out of his hair, as well as two fins nestled just above his ears. "Whoa. Nice. Hi!" 

Cassie waved up at the screen, and Cetus waved back before turning away. 

"Take care of our brother!" Hydra shouted, her video feed starting to flicker in and out. "Bye!"

The video shut off, and Aquarius turned back to the small group. "Alright, now that's settled, we can proceed."

"Pisces is Hydra's brother?" Cassie asked as Aquarius held a stethoscope to her chest. This felt uncannily like being at the doctor's office. "Didn't expect that."

"He's got five siblings, actually." Aquarius switched out the stethoscope for the thing used for measuring blood pressure (Cassie didn't know what the gadget was called). "Hydra is his oldest sister. Then Serpens, and then Ophiuchus and Cetus."

"Ophiuchus and Cetus are his older siblings?" Cassie asked in disbelief. She could see the slight resemblance between Hydra and Pisces, but the other two? "They don't look anything like him!"

"Yes, well, that's because..." Aquarius hesitated, trailing off, and Cassie got the feeling she was treading into difficult territory yet again. "Anyway. His youngest sister is Piscis Austrinus. She's a...what do you children call it? You know those girls that have magic powers in anime?"

"A...magical girl?" Cassie asked, thoroughly confused. There were magical girls in Ciara's Astral Plane?

"Yes, that. She's a magical girl." Aquarius offered no further explanation and instead held up a digital thermometer to Cassie's forehead, nodding when it beeped. "Stable vitals. We're clear to proceed to the next stages."

A knock sounded at the double doors, and Pisces got up to answer it. At the doorstep was Sagittarius, accompanied by a woman with grayish-blue hair tied back in a braid. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold, and the lower half of her body was that of a horse's. Clearly, this woman was Centaurus.

"Ah, welcome, welcome," Aquarius said, shaking hands with Centaurus and then slapping Sagittarius on his back. "Thank you for your time."

"No problem," Centaurus said, nodding towards Cassie. "This is the patient?"

"Yes," Aquarius said, leading Centaurus towards the chair. "This is Cassie. She's been confirmed stable for the procedure."

Centaurus grinned. "Excellent." She began to unwrap her blindfold, placing the fabric in Sagittarius' hands.

She opened her eyes, and Cassie was fascinated by what she saw. The woman's scleras were completely black, and her iris colors shifted from blue to purple to gold. There were also two smaller eyes underneath the corners of her main eyes, which blinked and then looked directly at her. 

"Let's begin, shall we?"

check out @sweet-star-cookie's starglass zodiac lore if you liked this!! questions about my lore are greatly appreciated!!

#oc #oc lore #zodiac #zodiacs #zodiac sign #zodiac signs #zodiac lore #zodiac oc #zodiac ocs

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Surprise alt PoV on Saturday's fic...? Magic exhaustion is totally exhaustion and I wrote basic type back on the fainting day so like. Enjoy some weird shit instead.

XCOM AU, again, with people having extremely bad times. Referenced torture, everything's a bit on the magic end of things for me to be sure how to warn it. Oh right! Implied Major Character Death (they learn this isn't actually the case before the end of the story, but do believe it for long enough to have genuine grief hours about it). Actual major character injury. Psychic torture. Poorly explained magic and soulmate system.

Mostly Forever, Cellbit, and Pac, with background Fit/Pac and not-on-screen-but-vital-to-story Pac & Mike

The meeting has been over for a good twenty minutes now. Most of the Order have dispersed back to their days, but a few still hang around the command centre. Forever is nominally in charge of navigation, but auto-pilot is engaged and they don't have anywhere specific to go. It's the sort of day where one person can manage both navigation and comms, though Cellbit has pulled up a chair and an old book of puzzles to keep himself occupied as he pretends to handle the later.

Not that puzzles are being done, at the moment; currently they're both over by the holographic map system, lazily watching the flightpath while chatting with Pac. Ever since Mike was kidnapped two - maybe three - months ago, he's been out of sorts. Of course he has - Forever doesn't understand what a soul-bond means, not innately, but to have someone trusted with your head pulled away? In danger with nothing you can do, with every lead going nowhere? Pac's honestly dealing weirdly well.

Forever knows he and Cellbit dealt /much/ worse when Felps was stolen from them.

"Any plans tonight?" he asks, when the conversation Cellbit and Pac were having slows to a halt.

"Roier wanted to show me something," Cellbit's face goes soft for a moment at the mention. "Who knows how it'll go?"

"Not really," Pac blinks a little harder than normal. "Maybe the bar? Is there anything else to do?"

"Steal the lab back for an evening?" Cellbit suggests.

"Dating!" is Forever's reply.

Pac laughs at the first, and goes red at the second.

"Ohhhh," Forever laughs, suddenly realising. "Is Fit going to be at the bar, by any chance?"

"I- Ah- Maybe!" Pac's hands swish about the air with just quite how flustered he is by the mere suggestion. "What about you? Aren't you up to anything?"

"Me?" Forever replies, teasing. "Well now you ask... No, not much. Pierre had some new reports I should probably start working through."

"The elerium reports?" Cellbit's eyes light up. "He's finished? Did he have much to say about it?"

"His report's short, Tubbo's though..." Forever laughs.

"Tubbo's right, though," Pac looks over to a point between Forever and Cellbit, thinking hard. "If we can fully harness it... Ship power isn't going to be a problem again. We might even be able to use it to channel... No, I don't think it'll work for grenades. We don't have enough anyway. But if we can find a way to safely embed it... You might... Maybe... You should make Tubbo talk to Pierre. I'm not up to date on all our schematics, and I'm not Mike, but... With the right wiring it should make energy weapons viable? And! The alloys he was looking at for the new armour? If I'm right about it-"

At some point during the ramble, Forever had looked away; one of the engineers was flagging him down for permission to start maintenance on the steering system. He is in the middle of giving them the thumbs up when Pac's ramble cuts off.

Forever abandons the engineer, head snapping back around to check on him.

Pac often trails off.

But Pac does /not/ cut off at the peak of excitement in a ramble. Not unless it's followed by an apology. Never to nothing, never to dead silence.

Forever's correct; Pac has frozen up, his eyes overtaken by a haze of glowing blue.

Fuck, psionics; Forever looks to Cellbit, who shakes his head - not anything he can detect, and so not anything from an attack.

Just in case he still sees Cellbit extend a nullification field over Pac - and Forever as well. No change.

Pac's fingers, previously loose on the guard rail as he leant against it, are white with the tension in his grip.

"Pac...?" Forever glances back and forth between Cellbit and Pac as he speaks. "Everything okay?"

Pac blinks.

Usually it would erase the glow.

This time... The colour shifts.

Right eye remains blue.

Left eye shifts to green.

"... Mike?"

If it /is/ Mike, some sort of long distance contact from his cell that Cellbit and Pac had both called too dangerous to attempt over the distance...

Forever tries to remind himself it means something is terribly wrong - Mike would have tried this earlier if he thought that he could - but all that happens is that his heart soars.

A lead, a lead, for the first time in months they have a better lead than 'somewhere in Australia, South-East Asia, the Pacific, or South America'. He's no idea how good a lead, but it is one.

"Mike!" Cellbit's call for their missing friend is sharper. "Pac? What's happening? Where are you?"

Pac - Mike - neither of them respond. Pac doesn't even blink, his body rigid against the guard rail.

Cellbit reaches an arm behind him, making sure he doesn't fall back over it if at any point he goes limp. The action... The action forces Forever's brain into accepting just how serious this probably is.

And no matter what, once this is over Pac is going to be a wreck. He's coping... badly, but so much better than any of them thought he would, the bad limited to reckless disregard for his own safety, not anything else. After this, though, after having Mike in his brain only to have to leave...

If he and Cellbit aren't enough to help - and they won't be - there's two other people Forever can think that Pac might want. He grabs his communicator, sending messages summoning Fit and Felps.

Fit is on the training range, and Felps is probably asleep, but at least they'll come as soon as they're free.

Forever and Cellbit... They can work with that.

He leaves Cellbit to do whatever psionic things he's trying - soul-bonds aren't like Cellbit's academic psionics, but it comes from the same root source, they think - and does what he can.

The engineer has taken his distraction for permission, and is doing her job. Forever... This isn't his, but all the crew are his responsibility - and especially the Brazilians.

He takes one of Pac's hands, peeling it from the guard rail and interlacing the fingers with his own.

Nails dig deep into his hand as Pac, still blank eyed and otherwise unresponsive, clings back.

It stays like that for a few minutes - even on their ship they refuse to leave Pac alone and vulnerable. Just... Forever holding his hand, Cellbit protecting his back, and Pac's face completely blank in a way Pac's never is.

Forever can read the tension in his body, though, the way the shaking grows with every breath.

He does his best to reassure them, whatever combination of Tazercraft can or cannot hear him, all the while shooing anyone looking into walking past. Fit and Felps still haven't replied, but it's okay, it's okay, he and Cellbit can at least keep Pac curled up sobbing somewhere safe until other help arrives. Forever wants to fix it, wants to take the tension from Pac's spine and bring him Mike - the only real way to soothe the gash in his soul - wants to just keep those he cares about safe.

But, no, all Forever can do is hold Pac's hand as the minutes tick away.

Tick, tick, tick away...

One minute

Two minutes

Three.

Four minutes pass, five...

The green disappears from Pac's eyes.

He screams.

The blue is still there, lashing out from his eyes. Forever drops his hand to try to pull Pac against him; Cellbit shifts like he's about to try and do the same.

Before they can touch him, it stops. It all stops. Pac crumples to the floor, deathly silent, terrifyingly still - a limp, dead weight. Forever catches him against his shoulder, easing him to the floor, unable to think, unable to breathe. Cellbit takes over, calling Pac's name, checking his breathing, lowering him onto his side.

Forever drops to his knees, and lets the jolt of pain break the trance. He grabs his comm back up, not even looking as he flicks the button to summon someone from medical.

"Is that...?" he looks to Cellbit, and Cellbit looks back.

And, fuck, Cellbit is just as helpless as him.

"No idea," their best expert on psionics says, and they're fucked; Forever knew that, but can't blame a man for hoping. "Bonds aren't... I don't do bonds. Pac would be the one to ask."

And Pac is the one lying on the floor.

It's another couple of seconds before Pac's eyes blink open. As soon as he sees, Forever leans down, brushing a hand along his cheek.

"Pac?" he asks. "Pac, are you okay?"

Pac's eyes do find him, and do focus properly. It's a relief, even as the tears start flowing.

Forever... Forever doesn't know what could possibly cause such a violent reaction, but his heart shatters at the possibilities. He doesn't want to think, doesn't want to think-

"Mike," Pac whispers between the sobs. "Mike..."

Too late, too late, they're too fucking late.

Forever can see his own hands shake as he brushes them across Pac's skin. He needs to pace, to scream, to think, to plan, to- to- there is /no/ making this right, but he /has/ to, he has to, he has to, Mike can't- He can't be-

Forever cannot even think the word.

Cellbit is also quiet.

Cellbit's hands are also trembling.

Cellbit must have concluded the same.

Forever wonders why the fuck Cellbit has not taken back his position, when Forever sits here trembling and Cellbit manages to at least flag the medics down.

They nudge him to one side, two helping Pac while the third orders him and Cellbit to sit, orders someone else to get warm drinks, and generally takes control of the support staff. Someone - Forever thinks it might be Jaiden, but he can't quite see more than a purple blur, so it could be Vegetta - has taken over navigation and comms. One of those warm drinks is placed in his hands, and another in Cellbit's. Pac is able to - with a bit of help - sit by the time he's helped onto a stretcher. It's a relief, it's a relief, if the only one Forever has - and, fuck, how does he face Pac again, when he didn't have the information.

Fit appears at some point. One of Tubbo's people - Tubbo's people, who used to be Pac and Mike's people, fuck - directs him.

Fit's face is pale, when he sprints off.

Felps joins them even later. He doesn't say anything as he worms his way between Forever and Cellbit, pulling them both into a hug.

Bagi's away from the Avenger, doing work with Tina and one of the rebel cells. They're necessarily out of contact; they have time to work out how to tell her. Everyone else... Fit will work it out, once he sees Pac - if he hasn't already. Otherwise... Maybe he can fob the announcement off on Wilbur, but it doesn't seem right, doesn't seem... He's the commander of this operation, it's /supposed/ to be his job.

But he can't, he can't - right now all he can think of is pink hair and sharp laughter and a sharper mind, bright eyes behind taped together glasses.

They... They still don't know where he is. They'll never even be able to retrieve a body; the thrice-damned Federation will have melted it down for parts before they get there.

Just like they did to all those civilians...

That's what breaks him, in the end. Forever curls over Felps shoulder, and sobs into his neck.

Mike, Mike, Mike...

He's lost everyone before - lost Mike before, not once, but twice.

It still hurts, it still hurts, maybe it even hurts worse than before.

Really, he should have known miracles don't come in threes.

---

At some point, Felps steers them all into the privacy of Forever's... office-slash-bedroom. There's definitely a desk and computer there, but also some old beaten up couches, a thousand filing cabinets, and an old army bed shoved in a corner.

There's also a coffee machine on a table between two of the cabinets, and Forever doesn't have the strength to stop Cellbit from abusing it today.

He's trying to plan, trying to think - but what can he do? They know where the /Hunter/ is, they could get revenge, but there's still the Warlock, and even taking out those three doesn't promise safety. His instincts say pull everyone back, cocoon up, drag everyone else to safety and let nothing touch them ever again - especially now there's /children/ on the ship too.

But they don't have that choice. They have too many friends, too many allies, too many people to save and too few of them would ever leave the world to burn.

Fit's not come to find them, so at least Pac isn't alone. He should go, he should maybe try comfort Pac, but what can he say? Sorry my contacts weren't good enough to find your soulmate before he was murdered? Fuck, he can't do that.

But then again...

Felps is telling a story, trying to keep their minds off things they cannot change. Cellbit doesn't seem to be listening, and Forever certainly isn't, but there's some things he just cannot change.

They did get Felps back.

... They did, right?

Forever reaches out, grabbing his wrist. His fingers find his pulse, and he forces himself to breathe. Felps was dead - everyone was convinced Felps was dead - but he wasn't actually. He wasn't harvested and liquidised, his brain was used as a CPU for a supercomputer instead. Horrific, horrifying,with mental and physical scars to this day, but they got Felps back.

Maybe...

Pac would know if Mike was still alive, even like that; if the soulbond is still there, it's there. If it's not...

Though...

Oh.

Forever pulls Felps with him as he marches to one of the cabinets. Which mission, which mission, which mission...

There. Operation Wailing Feast. No losses of their own, minimal civilian causalities too, but it was more by sheer, dumb luck than anything else. Philza had been in command, but Roier had written the initial report, the paperwork slightly smeared in blood, because Mike had been a sobbing mess, and the rest of the squad were recovering from major surgery.

It was before there was a proper medical facility on the ship, too; Aypierre's lab was thoroughly cleaned first, sure, but between needing to do surgery in an autopsy lab, and the only place for them to go after being the beds at the side of the common room, it's a wonder all of them made it.

They had - all of them had recovered - but it had never been a sure thing.

Another failure on Forever's part - he should have realised they'd need a medical ward sooner, should have made it the highest priority. But the cash just wasn't coming, and the parts, and...

And, there is one, now. He fixed that error.

Guilt is not what he came here for, it's just too easy to feel.

He refocuses and ignores Roier's report. Instead he looks for the other page, written by Philza several weeks later, once the man's hands were capable of writing again.

Skims it over, skims it over and breathes.

The report is short, as Philza's tend to be, and Roier had already covered most of the details. It, however, concerns the circumstances of Pac's injuries that day - caught in multiple explosions in quick succession, burns, shrapnel wounds, knocked out by the concussive force...

There's a note there, too, of how Mike had panicked. Panicked and started blind firing at anything that came close. He'd believed Pac dead, at first, needing coaxing to reach back along the bond and find him. Only then did he calm down long enough to allow Philza's Crow to approach, and stabalise Pac's wounds.

He clutches the paper, and names it hope - it says nothing good, it says so many terrible thing, but- but the soul bond /is/ fallible. In heightened emotional states, if someone is injured enough, it's possible to miss.

Even if they read Pac correctly - and now he thinks Pac never said Mike was gone, just the green vanished from the connection and Pac had called for him while sobbing - even if Pac can't feel Mike... It doesn't mean Mike's dead.

It's Forever's turn to drop to his knees in relief. He hates that it's relief - for Pac to have that reaction, for the soul bond to be missed, Mike must be horrifically wounded and is still held captive by an enemy that liquidises humans in a very literal way, for nobody knows what purpose - but it is. Because... Because he might not be too late. Mike might be /alive/.

He sobs, but they're not sad tears this time.

He hands the paper to Felps.

Felps, whose eyes also light up, and hands it to Cellbit.

Cellbit, who still downs the coffee but slams the mug into the table and says "do you think Pac has any idea where to look now?" already working on a new plan.

It's a good question. Pac was too out of it earlier, but maybe...

Forever's comm pings, and the timing is immaculate; it's Fit, saying Pac's properly awake and wants to speak to them.

It's followed by another message saying at least Fit thinks that's right, but Pac's struggling with English more than usual and his Portuguese isn't great.

"I'll go talk to him," Forever breathes out. "Do you-?"

"You two go," Felps takes the paper back from Cellbit, and puts everything back away. "I'll start asking around. Maybe Fred's people have something?"

They checked in yesterday and had nothing then, but the name of the game is hope, and contacting Fred's faction is always more complicated than the others. Maybe they'll have information from Pac once they manage to get a meeting.

---

Medical is the same as ever, if surprisingly quiet. It's been a while since their last full operation - Forever is certain that everything will go to hell soon, it always does - and nobody's managed to get shot on more covert activities of late. Pac's the only patient, curled up on a bed towards the back with Fit at his side and a nearby doctor keeping half an eye on him while she cleans.

"Pac!" Forever sweeps to his other side, taking one of his free hands. "Are you alright? You didn't hit your head or anything?"

Pac squeezes his hand, and offers a shaky, scared smile, "I'm good, I- Um... Fit?"

He glances at Fit, who tilts his head. After a second, the bomber works it out.

"Doc says he's just exhausted himself," Fit squeezes the hand of Pac's he's holding. "They're more trained on physical shit, but something about overtaxing himself psionically...?"

Cellbit's expression goes dark for a second. He storms over to Pac's side, pressing to fingers to the side of his head. Their eyes meet and Cellbit's eyes take on a slight red glow as he presses harder onto Pac's skin.

While Cellbit works Fit squeezes Pac's hand, and stands.

"I'll give you guys some privacy, let Tubbo know what's going on," he says.

Pac reaches for a hug; Fit gives it with only a little hesitation, whispering something in his ear before heading out. He gives Forever a wave, and it's returned, and then it's just a case of waiting for Cellbit to be satisfied.

Eventually, Cellbit pulls the fingers away, frowning as he does. "What happened, Pac? You're lucky - that's low enough to- fuck, Pac, you'll hurt yourself like this."

Pac doesn't even laugh nervously, his eyes just flicker to his hands.

"Mike reached for me," Pac says, clearly still badly drained. "I knew... I knew it would be bad, if he was reaching that far. We know it's too far to do safely..."

He trails off, and Forever tries to be gentle in his questioning.

"Is Mike okay?" he asks, because until he has that answer he doesn't know if he can breathe.

"Alive," Pac says, and both of the other Brazilians in the room relax; Cellbit starts texting Felps and maybe Roier as soon as that word is said. "He... He's hurt, though. Badly. I'm not sure what happened - physically - it was... We were entwined, we were trying to stay together, then suddenly he pulled back. Seconds later he grew very faint. He's not... Not gotten worse since, but..."

But it doesn't mean anything good, if the building tears mean anything.

"What happened?" Cellbit is the one to ask. "Mike isn't stupid, he wouldn't have risked it unless..."

"Cucurucho," Pac says, and the room goes dead silent.

Even the doctor freezes for a moment, before beginning to scrub even harder than before.

"Interrogation?" Cellbit asks, the only person they know to have been interrogated by one of the Federation's spokesmen.

Well, interrogated and have survived.

And he only lived, they think, because the cursed bear thought it was funnier that way.

Pac nods, shaking, "he... I don't know exactly? He threw /himself/ at me, I caught him and threw up a shield. I think... I think I covered everything important, but- but... not everything. There wasn't time. And the claws..." a particularly violent shudder. "I felt a little of the rest, as he pulled away. It's... Cucurucho must have read it, but it's all... fragmented? I... I don't-"

"You saved him," Cellbit cuts Pac off without a moment's hesitation. "Pac, listen to me? No matter what Cucurucho did or didn't take, Mike is alive because of /you/. Whatever happened? We can fix it. So long as he's alive when we get to him, we can fix it."

"I don't-" tears bubble out of Pac's eyes, and onto his cheeks. "He's so weak. He's there, he's still there, but..."

Forever shifts over to the bed, offering Pac a hug. It's quickly taken up, Pac folding against him.

"We'll find him," Forever promises, because if he's alive then they /can/. "Any information might help, but no matter what, we'll find him."

He's been saying that for months, now; he continues convincing himself it's true.

Pac shakes his head at first. Forever knows his friend - he gives it a second even as Cellbit's feet tap-tap on the floor.

The second pays off; Pac raises a hand, and points out in a direction, "he's that way. Not sure how far, but... Not this continent."

Forever sees Cellbit grab a compass - why he's carrying one he has no idea - setting it up and scribbling the direction on his hand.

It's something, it's so much more than they had.

"Thank you," Forever whispers to him. Holds him tight, doesn't know if Pac will ever understand how much he means to them - with Mike, yes, but even without him - and how wonderful he is. "Thank you, Pac. Rest, you did well; thank you, thank you so much."

There's no more promises that it'll be okay - they can't promise that, not here, not now, not like this. But it might be, it might be, it's possible.

The thread is fraying but it's not yet been cut; there's still a chance to pull it back in and weave in new strands.

All they can do is try.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp x xcom #qsmp forever #qsmp au #qsmp cellbit #qsmp pac #qsmp tazercraft #angst #fred gets to be a defector this au because I needed more than just walter bob #congrats them #its grocery day but in the afternoon as had to wait for a parcel ew

[toyybox]

Spiderwebs #5: Tape I (Hassle)

Masterlist

content: lab whump, captivity, defiant whumpee

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“A tape recorder? Really?”

Jackie was still in the basement. This time, he was handcuffed to the table by his right wrist, which allowed him to gesture with his left hand and not much else. The sedative wore off soon enough. He almost wished it hadn’t—his body ached all over, and the basement was incredibly boring. Heather took her sweet time before she visited, that was for sure. He had already scratched all the polish off his nails.

“Yes, a tape recorder. They’re easy to dispose of in an emergency.” Heather set it down on the table while she prepared. The cassette slid into its hollow inside the small, rectangular box. It whirred to life with the push of a button. “Tape one. Subject is named Jackie Rockwell. Subject can withstand bullets, blunt force, loss of vital organs, and lethal doses of sedatives.”

“Lethal doses?” He stopped glaring at the recorder and glared up at her instead.

She didn’t reply. A hint of yesterday's manic grin traced the corners of her mouth. Jackie really wanted to punch her. That smug son of a bastard. A cat with her cream of the crop, all high and mighty. Jackie would do anything for a chance to punch her again.

In any case, Heather was unconcerned. She sat down on a chair across from him, then crossed her legs. “This is the second test, but the first recorded one.”

“Who are you even recording this for?" he asked. "Yourself? That's kind of redundant.” 

She reacted simply by checking her nails and replying, “Subject is still uncooperative. These tests are partly designed to put an end to that. Perhaps if the subject behaves, any future tests will be less painful.”

“You don't really have a husband, right? You don’t seem like the married type to me.”

“This is getting off track.” Heather cleared her throat and brought out a notepad. “Now, Jackie, please tell me your age and ethnicity, where you were born, your current nationality, and the names of all your immediate family members.”

“No.”

Heather slammed the notepad down on the table. “What, do you want me to drug you again?”

“Sure. Good luck asking me anything when I’m passed out. At least I’ll be more cooperative, yeah?”

It had been at least a few days since his capture. Jackie thought that calling the police would be a good idea. Unfortunately, his phone was missing, along with his wallet and keys. And his brand new pack of cigarettes! Not that he was a big smoker. He had simply been curious.

Heather tapped her fingers on the table. It was the best piece of furniture down there, which wasn’t saying much, considering the state of the chairs. “Jackie, this is a warning. I really do want you to be comfortable, but I also have the power to change that. Not every test I run has to be pleasant. For you, that is. Wouldn’t you much rather answer a few questions and go back to sleep?”

“Oh, no. This is torture.” He performed a dramatic gesture, clasping his hand to his chest. “My immediate family? Just chuck me in an iron maiden, won’t you?”

“I’ll count to three.” Heather stood up with an equally dramatic flair. “One...“

“I’m not seven years old, lady. I’m obviously not going to play your little game, so just let me go home.” He forced his voice lower, softer. “I can tell you’re tired. I’m tired. It was fun while it lasted, but this is where we both part ways.”

“Two...“

“Are you being serious about—” He swept his hand across the room. “About all this? What about the police? People will get worried. They’ll come after you. What about my friends? What about my landlord? Don’t you think my landlord will want rent money?”

“Three.” Heather sighed. “I don’t think anyone is coming after you, actually. You’re a very lonely man. Your friends are little more than acquaintances.”

“And—and you’re getting this information from where, exactly?” 

“I told you, I’m a psychic.” She pressed the tape recorder again, then picked it up. “I’ll see you again when you’re feeling a little nicer, hm? Same time, same place, tomorrow?”

“Isn’t tomorrow Monday?” Here was something to exploit. “Don’t you have a job? Don’t you have to go to work? Won’t you be busy?”

“Tomorrow's Wednesday. I don’t have to wait tables, if that’s what you’re wondering.” She walked away and opened the door before he could get another word in. “Good luck. Get some rest.”

“That’s it?” he called after her. “Fine. I’ll stay here and enjoy the silence. Or maybe I won’t!” He took a deep breath. “ONE HUNDRED BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL—“ 

“Shut up.”

“ONE HUNDRED BOTTLES OF BEER!” He hit his palm against the table. “ONE FELL DOWN—“

With a click, the light died. She muttered something under her breath, and he heard the door shut and lock. The room was painted in pure, pitch black. 

Jackie slumped back in his chair. He supposed he could go to sleep. He could sing louder. Or...

The table had seen better days. He pulled his wrist against the handcuff, and its frame shook. He pulled again, harder. It was too heavy to lift up, but snapping a leg off would suffice. It would be a valuable weapon as well, for the next time Heather paid him a visit. What could she do, kill him? She could try. She could try, all right.

But would he be able to kill Heather? The thought of it was as absurd as kissing her. Despite the several attempts made on his own life, murder was a worst-case scenario. Jackie had never killed before. Jackie didn’t want to kill anyone. He just wanted to go home. If he had a gun, he thought it might be easier, but bludgeoning someone? With a table leg? That was as raw and bloody as it got. So, no, Heather would live. A few threats would suffice. If they didn’t, he would knock her out. Then he’d take a long, hot bath. That sounded nice.

The thought of collapsing into his own bed was motivating. He pulled harder. To his surprise, he heard the snapping sound of a crack. He felt for the damaged surface, careful about splinters, tracing the faultline in the wood. He jerked his wrist again, as hard as he possibly could. It brought about sharper bursts of pain, but he kept going, his other hand on the edge of the table to keep it steady. Another pull, another crack. He gave it a final shove, and there was a sudden release of pressure on his arm. Jackie stumbled across the dark room until he was braced up against a wall.

He exhaled, at last. The table had broken. Without anything to keep it in place, he could slide the splintered leg out of the handcuff. It rattled on his wrist like a cat’s bell, and for an absurd moment he was almost afraid that the noise would alert Heather. He shook the thought away and picked the leg up. It was no aluminum bat, but it would work. 

He swung the leg a few times, took note of the weight of it in his hands. He hit the wall on his third try—it sent a dull thunk echoing through the darkness. 

So he let the leg drop to his side. Keeping quiet would be the safest strategy. Once the door opened, he could start swinging again and go from there. 

But what could he do in the meantime? He had already searched every inch of the basement, even the bathroom at one point. Heather had thought things out, no matter what that said about her moral compass. There was nothing he could use, not a single flaw, not even any windows. 

Jackie sat down in the chair, still clutching the table leg to his chest. He didn’t want to turn the lights on. It would get her attention, and he wanted surprise on his side. So, what? He couldn’t sleep. He needed to be ready. He needed to be alert. What else was there to do, then? Cry? Keep singing? All he could think about was going home. What good was that? All it did was make him feel sick. 

Or perhaps that was hunger, knotting in his guts, an insistent pull getting louder with every minute. It was Wednesday. He’d first gotten into the whole mess on Friday, hadn’t he? It had been six days. He hadn’t eaten for nearly a week. It had only felt like a few hours. Somebody had to be looking for him by now. He’d be alright. These sorts of situations ended quickly, he was sure. He’d give it another week, a fortnight at most. Nothing but a brief hassle. 

Nothing but a slight inconvenience, maybe a funny story to tell at parties. It didn’t seem so funny now, but he’d laugh about it later. It would be over soon.

#I'm sure it will be :) #whump writing #lab whump #defiant whumpee #whump #Spiderwebs Toyybox

[eldritch-spouse]

There isn't enough content about my baby boy Patches😭😭

Can I ask about general headcanons about Patches with his obsession?

How he'll act with them and stuff, you also mentioned that he will kidnapp his darling and lock her in his room if he ever gets to that point, so any more information about that? Will he try to get them to love him back/get Stockholm syndrome?

Also, just a general question! You said that when humans somehow find their way to the establishment, they are usually confused, disoriented and the likes, so is it possible to remove that effect? Like if one of the monsters wants to keep his obsession in the establishment, can he ask his boss for help/remove the effect?

Thank you very much and feel free to ignore this if you don't feel like answering 💜💜

Love ur content, and have an awesome day🖤

[Okay, these are a lot of questions at the same time, so I'm going to segment this reply otherwise it'll be unreadable.]

How he acts around you

Patches is bad at conveying infatuation. If you're not the one tugging him along, which you likely won't since he does the social interaction equivalent of quietly fogging up your window, then he'll just be the guy that you see an uncanny amount of times in your day to day life. I'd liken him to an apparition really. One moment Patches is stock still in your peripheral, the next he poofed out of existence. Was he ever there?

Unlike Breg, he doesn't have the bravado to approach you, only ever manipulating situations in a way that allows him to have either indirect or very brief contact with you. He'll use his magic to make you drop things next to him at a grocery store, intimidate people into letting him stand behind you in waiting lines, he'll make the most complex of maneuvers to get nothing more than a "Thank you" or "Excuse me" out of you. He won't even meet your eyes for more than a couple of seconds...

Nighttime Patches is certainly a lot more bold, though the two fight each other tooth and nail during this time, which results in you having much fewer interactions with his dullahan half.

The reason Patches has a high kidnapping level is because he's simply too timid to talk to you. He's the classic overthinker, silent observer type. Instead of actually getting to know you as a person, he's imagining scenarios. All it takes is those scenarios getting sour for some reason or another, which they probably will, for Patches to get it in his head that it'll never work out normally- And take matters into his own hands.

The snatching

Welcome to Patches' lab! I hope you like it, because that's where you're staying for a loooong time. On one hand, you're in a cage and it's not very comfortable, on the other, you'll never die of tedium because there's usually always something happening in it.

Patches is not a very strict captor. He mostly just wants you next to him, whether you spend that time screaming obscenities at him or trying to get in his good graces is almost irrelevant. Sure, he loves it when you play nice and let him touch you in-between long periods of work, when you make pleasant conversation, but what really matters is that you're there beside him- And, let's face it, the more you call him a creepy pervert loser, the harder he throbs for you.

He has a strange tendency to be overly clinical with you sometimes. This involves a manner of odd, obsessive behaviors such as keeping constant track of your vitals, keeping locks of hair, always jotting down any sort of physical change or abnormal emotional response. You're examined a lot for no particular reason, it's merely a way in which the dullahan soothes his nerves and paranoias.

His goal is definitely to get you to love him back, whether it's Stockholm or not becomes irrelevant very fast. Patches will stage a couple of cleverly crafted tests to determine a plethora of things vital to any relationship, such as how much you trust him, how much you've come to depend on him, how affectionate you are. He may not be good at improvisation on the spot, but he can scheme the most complex trials without even noticing what they are. Anything and everything you do is studied, compared, hypothesized on.

For this reason, it's hard to convince Patches that you've truly fallen in love. I suggest you try to get on his good graces anyway, because the more time you spend as his captive instead of his lover, the more you have to endure being his other half's plaything.

Nighttime Patches is not gentle nor subtle about the nasty things he will do to you when it's his turn to steer the body. When Patches enter the room giggling mutely and grinning like a jackal, no lights in his sockets- It's time to play. He sits on your cage, unlocks the door, and gives you a five minute headstart to leave The Clergy or try to fight him. When you're caught, you get fucked out and dragged back in. Rinse and repeat until you've learned your place. Other times he just likes to poke and annoy you, invite you into whatever random bullshit he's gotten himself into. 50/50 odds.

The effects

Such can and will be removed if the monster who kidnaps you, let's say Patches, brings it up to Krulu.

What happens is that you're given a portion of the staff team's mental fortitude, in order to safely handle being around/inside The Clergy for extended periods of time. However, unlike those monsters, you will still feel deep terror, disorientation and despair when facing Krulu.

#Patches oc

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Happy Easter Mystery! :3 (gives hugs while stuffing my face with chocolate because I'm a chocoholic XD ) Do you want another potential Sonic 3 scenario? :3 I thought this potential one up yesterday...think hypothetically in the middle of the story ;)

It was eerie as Tom and Maddie maneuvered through the halls of the old research labs. It was...so spooky.

Something full of the most modern tech, that modern day phone and technology companies would be jealous of...yet fully abandoned...

"Jeez..." Tom muttered, trying to break the silence that was quietly freaking him out, "To think that 50 years ago, there was all this...tech, makes the likes of Star Trek outdated...it's so odd."

"Oh?" Maddie responded, trying to humour the situation, "And...the fact that our three boys are aliens from across the galaxy is not at all...odd to you?"

Tom gave a small smirk, "Alright, alright."

Maddie giggled a bit, readjusting the little backpack full of some of Tails' helpful gadgets on her shoulder.

Although, mentioning their boys...Tom was now stuck in thought.

"Maddie...do you think..."

Maddie held his hand, "I know...I'm worried to. But...our boys, their...very smart. They've been in this sort of scenario before - not exactly of course, but still - and...if they DO need our help, then, they can just call us. Their smart kids, and they have each others backs."

"Right. Just...well...you saw what that...hedgehog did to them back at the house..."

Maddie shuddered at the memory. She couldn't deny what happened...

Sneaking through the rooms, Tom saw something on an old table. A old rectangle block...picking it up - it was an old VHS tape. MAN, now did Tom feel old...

But then he saw the title on the side, written in big ink.

'PROJECT SHADOW - CASE STUDY 8'

"...Project Shadow..."

"Shadow..." Maddie asked, "Isn't...that the name of the black Hedgehog Sonic told us about?"

Tom looked around, and saw an old, dusty monitor in the corner, with an old VHS system attached and plugged in. Something told him to put the tape in.

And he did.

The TV switched on, Tom and Maddie got in front to watch it.

'"Is this on- it's on? Oh! Yes! Project Shadow Case Study, part 8.'"

An man appeared on the screen, dressed in a white lab coat, and he had a moustache...a moustache that slightly resembled...

Tom and Maddie dared not speak up his name...but shared a glance at each other.

"'His vita- I mean! It's vitals are running perfectly normal! It's almost as though this creature was like us humans! It's a big breakthrough! Our next sta- M-Maria!'"

A girl ran past, behind the old man. Presumably Maria.

A teen girl she seemed, with beautiful golden hair, dressed in a blue dress and cardigan, and had the giggle of an angel.

"'Sorry Grandfather! Shadow's idea!'"

"'No it wasn't.'"

Tom and Maddie noticed a...familiar face walking up to Maria. A black hedgehog...with read markings on his quills. Was it...

It was.

Shadow.

His face showed much more...happier marks. His eyes were gentle, innocent...and a smile was on his face.

Tom was stuck, looking at Shadow's face...he gulped a little, somewhat anxious.

"'Alright you two! Run off now. Haha, I'll join you in a moment, I need to record this-'"

"'What is this?'" The black hedgehog asked, walking up to a gadget - an old record player.

"'Press it Shadow!'"

"'M-Maria! Don't encourage him-!'"

'Lord almighty, feel my temperature rising-'

"'Grandpa? You listen to-!"

A laugh could be heard coming from the black hedgehog...a laugh...that tugged the heartstrings of the two humans watching the screen.

"'Oh!!! No! don't touch it-! Uh- E-End of case study!'"

And the video stopped.

Tom and Maddie were frozen, watching it. They both could feel the mixed emotions between them. Maddie then turned to her husband, who was still staring at the now blank screen.

"...Tom...?"

"...Sorry, it's just...it's...seeing...if that is really...who we think it is, then why does...he reminds me of..."

"...Sonic."

"...Yeah."

Maddie hugged Tom's arm, rubbing his hand supportively. Tom just shook his head and looked at her. His eyes were pained...

"Just...what the heck happened to make him become...this."

👉🥺👈 Vinyl lover Shadow, my beloved 👉🥺👈 My heart ❤️🥺❤️

#Now I feel old. I haven’t seen VHS tapes in years! #sonic movie #Movie!Shadow #sonic movie 3 #mystery anon #off topic #Thank you for always sharing your short stories with me ❤️🥺❤️ #Man I really need to finish writing my two SCU short stories to share

[rubyarrows]

Healing Hearts

Ever since YN YLN had walked into the Jeffersonian, my life had taken an unexpected turn. With her fiery determination and piercing YEC eyes, she had become a constant presence, intertwining her life with mine in ways I couldn't have imagined. She was an FBI agent, working closely with Seeley Booth, and I was just a squintern trying to make sense of bones. But fate had different plans for us.

It was a gloomy afternoon when everything changed. The sky was overcast, reflecting the unease that had settled over the city. YN and Booth had been chasing down a potential killer, and I couldn't shake off the nagging worry that had settled in my chest. My fingers drummed anxiously on the edge of my desk as I struggled to concentrate on the skeletal remains in front of me.

Minutes turned into hours, and my concern only grew. I had always admired YN's courage, her unwavering determination to catch the bad guys. But that day, fear gripped me like never before. When the news finally came, a heavy silence seemed to envelop the entire Jeffersonian.

Booth's voice crackled through the intercom, his words hitting me like a tidal wave. "Agent down! Need an ambulance at the corner of Constitution and Twelfth.” There was a short pause and then he continued. “Come on, YNN, stay with me.”

Time blurred as panic coursed through my veins. The image of YN, her vibrant spirit and unyielding determination, flashed before my eyes. Without a second thought, I grabbed my jacket and rushed out of the lab, my heart pounding in my chest.

The hospital waiting room was a whirlwind of emotions. Booth stood there, his normally composed features etched with worry. Angela, Hodgins, and the rest of the team were there too, their faces mirroring the concern that had etched itself onto mine.

Hours passed, each tick of the clock feeling like an eternity. And then, finally, the doctor emerged from the operating room. Booth stepped forward, his voice barely above a whisper, "How is she?"

The doctor's eyes softened, and for a moment, the world seemed to hang in the balance. "She's stable. The bullet missed any vital organs. It was touch and go for a while, but she's strong."

A collective sigh of relief swept through the room, but my heart still raced. I couldn't shake off the overwhelming need to see her, to make sure she was really okay. As the doctor left, I caught Booth's gaze, and he nodded at me knowingly. With a quick nod back, I slipped into YN's hospital room.

The soft beep of the machines surrounded me as I stood there, watching her sleep. She looked so fragile, her normally vibrant features subdued by the ordeal. I pulled up a chair and sat down beside her, my fingers lightly brushing against her hand. "Hey," I whispered, my voice catching.

Her eyelids fluttered, and her gaze slowly focused on me. A weak smile curved her lips, and it was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. "Finn," she rasped, her voice barely audible.

Relief flooded through me, and I reached for her hand, holding it gently. "I was so worried," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

YN's fingers tightened around mine, a hint of her usual determination shining in her eyes. "I'm tough, remember? Can't get rid of me that easily."

A soft chuckle escaped me, and I leaned in closer. "I don't want to lose you," I confessed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

Her gaze held mine, and a tender smile graced her lips. "You won't. I promise."

As her eyes drifted shut again, I stayed by her side, holding onto her promise, holding onto the hope that we had a future together, a future where I wouldn't have to fear losing her.

Days turned into nights, and the hospital walls seemed to close in on me as I waited for YN's recovery. Finally, the day came when the doctor deemed her well enough to be released. Booth had managed to secure a temporary leave for her, insisting that she needed time to heal both physically and mentally. As I stood outside the hospital room, anxiety and excitement battled within me.

When the door swung open, revealing YN in a wheelchair, a mix of relief and concern flooded over me. She looked better than she had in the hospital bed, but I knew that her journey to full recovery was just beginning. "Hey there," I greeted softly, offering her a gentle smile.

Her lips curved into a tired yet genuine smile as she wheeled herself out, her eyes locking onto mine. "Hey, Finn. I'm finally getting out of here."

I stepped forward to help her, guiding the wheelchair down the corridor. "Yeah, it's about time," I replied, my fingers lightly brushing against her arm.

We reached the exit, and I carefully helped her into the passenger seat of my car. YN's movements were slow, and her brow furrowed in discomfort. "You okay?" I asked, my concern evident.

She nodded, her fingers gripping the armrest of the seat. "Yeah, just a little sore."

As we drove, a comfortable silence settled between us. I glanced over at her every now and then, taking in her profile. Despite her injuries, her spirit remained unbroken. "Do you need anything? Painkillers or anything?" I finally broke the silence.

YN shook her head, offering me a small smile. "I'm good for now, but thanks, Finn."

We arrived at my apartment, and I helped her out of the car, supporting her as we made our way inside. She moved slowly, leaning on me for support. I couldn't help but feel a rush of protectiveness, a desire to shield her from any more pain. "You should take it easy," I suggested as I guided her to the couch.

YN sank into the cushions with a sigh, her eyes closing momentarily. "Believe me, I plan to."

I moved around the apartment, gathering blankets and pillows, creating a makeshift bed on the couch. "You can stay here as long as you need," I offered, my voice soft.

Her gaze met mine, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Finn. You didn't have to do all this."

I shrugged, a small smile playing on my lips. "It's the least I can do. Plus, I've always been pretty handy in the caretaking department."

She chuckled softly, wincing slightly as she shifted on the couch. "Well, I appreciate it."

Over the next few days, I took on the role of caregiver with a sense of purpose. I helped YN with her medications, prepared meals, and made sure she was as comfortable as possible. Our conversations flowed easily, and I learned more about her than I ever thought I would. We shared stories, hopes, and fears, our connection deepening with each passing day.

One evening, as I sat beside her on the couch, YN's fingers brushed against mine. "Finn, I don't know how to thank you for everything you've done."

I met her gaze, a sincere smile on my lips. "You don't have to thank me. I'm just glad you're okay."

Her eyes held mine, a mixture of emotions dancing within them. "You know, you've been a real lifeline through all of this."

I leaned in closer, our hands still intertwined. "I meant what I said, YN. I don't want to lose you."

A soft blush colored her cheeks, and she looked down for a moment before meeting my gaze again. "I don't want to lose you either, Finn."

In that moment, it was as if time stood still. Our feelings, unspoken yet palpable, hung in the air between us. And then, slowly, I closed the distance between us, my lips brushing against hers in a tender, hesitant kiss. It was a promise, a reassurance that despite the challenges life had thrown our way, we were in this together.

As we pulled away, a smile tugged at the corners of YN's lips. "You know, I think I'm starting to feel better already."

I grinned, my heart lightening at her words. "Well, I'm here to make sure of that."

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Notes- Dan Feng & Scientist (Prequel to Reason)

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Recovery date: April 22nd, 2024

Description: Hello I'm the one who requested the story where the reader is Dan Feng's child and I really liked it, I'm not exactly asking for a part two but rather a prequel exploring the relationship of Dan Feng and the reader's mother before the reader was born, of that's alright with you that is.

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. I hope you don't mind this being in headcanon format, it was the easiest way for me to write this.

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Reader's mother was a scientist who was best friends with a Vidyadhara/human couple

She was friends with Yingxing who introduced her to Dan Feng

She brought it up completely off handedly while doing theoretical research on it and Dan Feng was like “let me know of I can help”

Seriously, Dan Feng was willing to bring Baiheng back to life, he would definitely help a researcher try and give biological children to Vidyadhara

To ensure the fewest repercussions from their work, the child is mostly human (using the scientists DNA) with select sections of Vidyadhara DNA (Dan Feng)

Essentially they made sure the child would have a mortal life span and wouldn't inherit any of Dan Feng's abilities, but that when applied to couples the child would be no different from a naturally conceived offspring

I think their relationship was very friendly, the scientist definitely became close with all of the High Cloud Quintet

Dan Feng could have just received regular updates, but he tried to be as involved as possible

He would visit the lab with lunch and have the scientist explain what was going on, he was super excited when the fetus started to develop from the initial cluster of cells

If you’ve ever see the episode from “Bones” where Brennan asks Booth to father a child for her, that’s basically these two but without the romantic feelings

I imagine the scientist at some point the scientist got married and Dan Feng would attend

When reader’s mother dies, Dan Feng organizes her funeral according to her wishes

The scientist dies kind of young in the same event that killed Baiheng, the war against Shuhu, so Dan Feng tried to both bring her back so she could finish her work and bring Baiheng back

I mentioned in the fic that the hybrids development is super slow, Dan Feng is the only reason the project wasn’t terminated after the scientists death

The scientist sets up automatons to run everything, in case of her untimely demise, and Dan Feng just has to keep an eye on everything because at this point it really is just a waiting game

Then he gets executed and Jing Yuan keeps the project going both because he believes in the idea, and to honor his two friends

The child finishes gestating, as indicated by predicted vital signs and brain activity, around the same time Dan Heng is born (aka Dan Feng is reincarnated)

Obviously this experiment doesn't produce a viable way for Vidayadhara's to have children, the gestation time for the child is too long, and maybe there's ways to make it viable but no one's allowed to look into it for the same reason searching for immortality is banned

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