#seriously someone call 911

[nevvaraven]

Ken…

#he gets me in a way no one else ever does but also seriously someone call 911 for him #kendall roy #my princess who’s not my princess but it’s my princess #succession

[h4rring1on]

Steve x Reader where they get into a fight at a party & he leaves her there without a ride & she ends up getting hurt.

warnings: reader obvi gets hurt, swearing, reader is supposed to feel suffocated bc a lot is happening, its a bit graphic so if you’re squeamish don’t read thats it but please tell me if i missed something!!

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you sat on the couch, watching as everyone partied, has fun, had drinks, and w were just enjoying their time which you certainly weren’t doing.

“hey” steve said as he approached you, “why don’t we dance”

“why don’t you go back to your little nancy, im sure she’ll be more than happy to” you snickered

“what? are you seriously jealous?” he said in a stern tone

“im not jealous, steve” you said and stood up, “i just don’t get how you spend time with her yet you’ve barely talked to me for fucking days”

“you’re doing this again, really?” he raised his eyebrows as if disappointed

“yes im doing this again—“

“i’ve been spending time with you! you’re just too focused on your stupid college admissions to notice it—“

“well excuse me for wanting a future”

“wow.” he said, “you’re actually bringing this up?”

“you’re the one who brought it up!”

“and you took that chance as soon as you got it didn’t you—“

“i didn’t—“ you sighed, “i didn’t mean it. i’m sorry, let’s just forget this—lets just go have fu—“

“no, im leaving” he said and walked away, you tried to follow him, joining the crowd

“steve” you yelled as you looked around, “steve!” you yelled again but he was nowhere to be seen. “steve” you said

it felt like the crowd was just sticking to you, like everything was closing in on you. like you were being suffocated. you turned in a circle as you took dee breaths while looking for steve but he was long gone

you could feel your heart rate increasing as everyone kept pushing you, you backed away to leave the crowd but got pushed to the hard ground, you felt a sharp pain, you looked down to see your arm with the bone sticking out

you let out a scream in pain, the music stopped and everyone looked at you, their eyes widening at the sight, someone quickly called 911 as another person helped you up

“oh my god!” chrissy, one of the cheerleaders and also a friend of yours said as she ran to you, “what happened!” she said

“steve” you groaned

“what?”

“steve! i need—“ you stopped to take a breath to suck in the pain

“you need steve? okay—okay just take a deep breath” she said, trying to calm you, she looked at the crowd that was just staring, “what are you waiting for?! call steve!” she yelled

sooner or later, the ambulance came and you were taken to the hospital, while you were in your hospital bed, steve was running inside the hospital, frantically asking which room you’re in, he quickly ran inside to see the cast on your arm

“oh my god—baby” he said as he ran to you and held your normal hand

“stevie” you giggled

he furrowed his eyebrows at how normal you were, until a doctor walked in

“she was in a lot of pain, we had to give her some medication, it feels like you’re being drugged, which could explain any abnormal behavior” he explained

“what happened?” he asked

“according to one of her friends, she had fallen and broken her arm”

“i was looking for you” you said, “but you weren’t there—some guy pushed me and i fell” you pouted

the doctor left so you two could be alone, once he did, steve hugged you tightly

“im so sorry” he said, “im sorry i left—im so sorry” he repeated

“its okay, love, you were mad” you tried to comfort

“i had no right to—you were right” he said as he let go and kept holding your hand, “i just—i was busy because i was just nervous…i hadn’t gotten my letter yet—i couldn’t tell you so i told nancy and she was trying to help”

“oh stevie” you held his face, “its gonna be okay, you worked so hard this year, im sure you’re gonna get accepted—and then you and i could go together” you smiled

“i hope so” he said, “but if i don’t—would you…forget about me?”

“of course not!” you said, “if you don’t go—i don’t go”

“no baby—“

“yes” you cut in, “it would be hard enough to go without you, id rather not go at all”

“peach…” he sighed

“you can’t do anything about it i already chose!” you pointed at him, “you looked so worried about me, you care about meeeee” you giggled

“of course i do” he chuckled, “i was crazy to leave you there, sweet girl”

“yes yes…very sad—but burger king would probably fix it”

“are you using my guilt to get food?”

“yes—now go before i break another arm”

#stranger things 4 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x plus sized reader #steve harrington x mayfield!reader #steve #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x platonic!reader #steve harrington fluff #stranger things x reader

[matan4il]

Buddie 617 meta

I’m gonna be honest here, this was one of the funniest 911 eps to me. I loved how this ep showed us both Buck and Eddie completely sucking at dating. It was very obvious in Buck’s case, what with each attempt to have quality time with Natalia being ruined by one of his past decisions, but then when he called out Eddie for also sucking at it, Buck wasn’t wrong. Eddie’s attempts seem half-hearted at best. First off, if he really wanted to date, then Tia Pepa’s help and dating apps are actually not that awful as options. Magic might happen there as well. The right person could even stand out more against a sea of not so great choices, turning the dreary experience into a colorful, magical one. But even when Eddie tries on his own, his attempts are LAME. Seriously, there are pastime activities that offer way more potential to start a conversation, and maybe a romance, than the ones Eddie chose. Not only that, these are not his actual hobbies, where he knows he’ll find someone who likes the same thing he does (the way he shares so much with one tall firefighter that we’re all thinking of right now. Eddie’s also being dumb about wanting it to “just happen” as if that’s not exactly what he got with buck. Also, just a friendly reminder that Buddie have been dating for almost 5 years, and they are GREAT at it when it’s with each other).

On top of that, we for real got a guy checking Eddie out (hi, hello, should I start a collection of him checking and being checked out by guys?) as well as him witnessing a woman he was looking at being embraced by another one. Why the hints at being surrounded by queer people? Your guess is as good as mine, but I’m here for it no matter what. ;D Now, I’ve talked before about the ongoing theme of Buddie’s dating life being intertwined in terms of when they start dating someone, or of why they break up, but now in addition to them dating at the same time, we also see them simultaneously sucking at it? Yeah, that takes the connectedness of their dating life up a notch. ~~

Which brings me to one line that grabbed my attention in this ep. THE line that offers the explicit resolution for the most important romantic plot here is the one from Gina, the insurance lady, to Chimney, about not regretting the attempt. Yes, even when the result is bad. That’s what Madney will embrace. One of the biggest obstacles to Buck and Eddie, besides their obliviousness, is the fear of ruining the good thing they have by attempting to take it to the next level. But here we have Chimney being reminded by Gina that it’s worth it, to try. Because the good thing you can have, if it works out? Is worth it. And you never have to live with the “what if” of it all. Now look at Buck and Eddie being once more adorable morons together on the job! Imagine the moment when they stop running around and let themselves try taking it to the next level, because they realize no matter what the result will be, they would never regret the attempt. ~~

Speaking of Buddie paralleling one of the canon couples on the show who were acting lovey dovey in this ep, the way Bobby described what made him and Athena happen reminded me of Buddie connecting. In both cases, there’s an intense and upsetting call, after which one of our first responders turns to find support (Buddie promising to have each other’s back) and comfort (Eddie wants to go grab something to eat together) in the other one. ~~

I did not miss Taylor Kelly, and true to form, she was back because she’s advancing her career by exploiting her personal connection to Buck and the exposure to the 118 it provided her. I’m pretty sure this basically buries any option of any showrunner ever trying to re-set these two as a romance, since it echoed and reinforced Buck’s decision to break up with her. It WAS funny to see her and Lucy cockblock Buck (I do think Lucy’s tone with which she spoke of their past also closes the door on anyone ever trying to set her and Buck up as a serious couple), but what I found to be funniest is that Buck tells Natalia he was trying to figure out the perfect place for their date, and then he took her to the bar where he kissed Lucy. A bar reminiscent of the one where he hooked up with Taylor. Possibly a spot where he hooked with other women during his Buck 1.0 stage based on how it’s THE hang out place for the 118 and we know Buck had no issues hooking up anywhere back then. Natalia, hon. This is not a good sign for your r/s with him. ~~

Speaking of which, there’s an ex who didn’t come back in this ep, but her spirit loomed large over Buck and Natalia IMO, and that is Ali. The reason why she and Buck broke up after 218 is because at the end of the day, she couldn’t accept the choices he had made in his professional life (hoping he would move on from firefighting). In the same way, Natalia revealed in this ep that she can’t accept Buck’s choices in his personal life. A small reminder the only partner we’ve ever witnessed truly seeing and accepting Buck, in every aspect of his life, has been Eddie. ~~

Another funny thing about this (911 is a comedy, y’all) is how Natalia flees the second she comes across Kameron. I mean, this is in addition to the hilarity of the death doula’s first name connecting her to birth and to all things natal, yet she flees the second that she sees a pregnant lady. Because if this is Natalia’s reaction when it comes to a bio kid that Buck explicitly said he is not going to raise, what would she do once she realizes he co-parents a fully grown kid? (and a very sassy one, too. LBR, Natalia doesn’t stand a chance in a show down with either Diaz boy) ~~

Much like Natalia doesn’t seem like the right fit for Buck based on this ep (or based on 616), neither does Marisol. Can I point out the fact that Eddie’s disapproval in the last ep of Buck dating Natalia applies here, too? They both met these women on calls. Second, Eddie wanted it to happen naturally, which is why it’s so lame he tried through all sorts of activities that he’s not ACTUALLY into and wouldn’t continue doing past the initial stage of meeting someone else. And that holds true for Marisol as well. We saw that her brother and her are very into DYI, which I guess was meant to lay the groundwork for Eddie running into her in a DYI shop. But the thing is, Eddie himself isn’t into this! Sure, he can do it, because as a single dad he’s had to, but it’s not something we’ve ever seen him being passionate about. He’s only at this store because of Christopher’s project. And then once more, just like he steps away from Pepa’s help, dating apps and chooses the wost places for a chance romantic connection, he walks away from Marisol even when the whole scene plays out as if she’s the climax of his search throughout this whole ep. This might all hint that despite initial appearances, just like the people he came across while golfing and hiking wouldn’t be the right fit, Marisol wouldn’t be either. Even more importantly, just like Ana at first appeared like she would be perfect for Eddie in 312, starting out in a “it just happened” sort of way and with supposedly being fated because she happened to guess correctly that Eddie stands for Edmundo, this thing with Marisol might look in the moment like it’s exactly what he was looking for, but it will fizzle out as well.

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[italiansteebie]

Idk if it was u or someone else that has already done this but I need Steve so out of it (hit his head or high or sum??) he literally forgets to speak English- like maybe he’s just saying stuff in Italian and he’s so confused bcuz no one understands him and he realizes he’s speaking his first language and not English.

Also the party would be drooling after him like?? He’s already cute and he speaks more then one language? Literally screaming!!!

tbh i've probably written something similar to this but for you anon, i'll do it again.

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steve was walking, and if we want to get technical, he was really wandering, with robin trailing behind him. they weren't paying attention, they weren't really thinking, so.

it just so happened that steve wandered right into an opening door, and he fell back and smacked his head on the side walk. robin proceeded to lose her shit, cackling loudly before realizing he'd actually been hurt.

"oh, shit. dingus. are you okay?"

"oh fuck, i killed him!"

and what a surprise that was. eddie just so happened to cause this brutal door attack. his head was already swimming from the fall and now he has to form words around eddie? really?

"non sono mort." he mumbled, reaching back to run the spot where he hit his head.

"oh my god. he's having a stroke, he can't talk. call 911!" eddie was always one for the dramatics.

"robin, smettila di urlare. per favore."

"is that... italian??"

"non essere ridicolo. sto parlando un inglese semplice."

"steve. oh my god. parli italiano sul serio."

and that caused him to realize what he'd been doing.

"oh no! ha fatto perdere il mio inglese!"

robin doubled over in laughter. she knew it wasn't serious enough to call an ambulance, just knocked a few screws out of place.

"what? what'd he say?! oh my god. i changed steve's language. quick find the reset button!"

this only caused robin to laugh harder, her face turning red and tears leaking from her eyes. steve started to giggle at the sight, but eddie was still watching them, wide eyed.

"are- did i hit steve so hard it started effecting you too?"

as robin sobered up, she took a few shuddering breaths before she realized what just happened. "you speak italian! since when?" she shoved her finger in steve's face.

he groaned, "since always." he brightened, "hey! it's back."

"so i- i didn't change your language?"

"no. he's bilingual."

"oh! so you just decided that for me? you told me that stuff was personal, rob. but what does that have to do with you speaking italian?"

robin laughed shortly, "that's bisexual, dingus. bi lingual means you speak two languages."

"oh. then yeah. im bilingual."

"yeah, we've covered that. but since when?"

steve shrugged. "it'd be odd if i couldn't talk to my mom, right?"

robin shook her head. "it's like every time you open your mouth i found out some new lore about you, steve." and he just shrugged.

and eddie was still there watching this whole thing, trying not to pop a stiffy at the idea of steve speaking italian to him, all slow and sexy- no! bad eddie! steve is hurt, this is not the time.

"so." he dragged out. "i'm okay, ed's." steve assured. "yeah. okay, um. are you... so like. you're one bi... are you the other bi too... or?" eddie said awkwardly.

steve blushed and robin gagged. "yeah. is this your way of asking me on a date?"

eddie nodded dumbly.

"okay. tomorrow? bennys at 6?"

"uh. uh huh."

"sounds good, ed's. i should probably get my head checked out now. a domani, amore mio."

and that was it. suddenly eddie felt like he just got hit with a door. he was still reeling from the interaction when robins distant squealing broke him from his trance.

he shook his head.

steve's got more layers than he thought.

// i did use google translate so it won't be accurate.

"i'm not dead."

"robin, stop yelling. please."

"don't be ridiculous. im speaking plain english."

"you're speaking italian. seriously."

"oh no! he knocked my english loose!"

"see you tomorrow, my love."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steddie #best friend robin #best friend robin buckley #italian steve #italian steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #steddie ficlet #pre steddie #steve harrington headcanon #steve's head trauma #platonic stobin #yall know i love italian steve #italian!steve #stobin ficlet #platonic soulmates stobin #stranger things fic #steddie fic

[tangledinink]

Chapter Twelve of I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? is up!!! It's the moment you've all waited for-- the reveal. :000 They boys discover some things about themselves (things they once knew) and visit an unfamiliar place (a place that was once familiar.) Read it on ao3 or below the cut!

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The group’s shocked silence lasted for two, maybe three seconds before it quickly morphed into chaos.

“That’s him! That’s the goat!” Mikey shrieked, pointing wildly. “That’s the goat who has Dad!”

“Leo! Call 911!” Raph commanded. Leo scoffed loudly.

“No way! I wanna kick this guy’s ass. Make Donnie do it.”

“What?! No fair! I’ve called 911 the last six times! It’s someone else’s turn!”

“You have not! I called 911 last time!” April protested.

“That one doesn’t count!”

“Well someone’s gotta--”

“Enough!” Goatman snarled, absolutely bristling, waving his arm sharply. The air around them suddenly felt colder and stiller, and Leo shuddered, gritting his teeth as his posture stiffened. “I am not here to listen to your silly arguments. I am here to bring you home, so you can finally fulfill your purpose.”

Leo gave a short snort of laughter. “Hm, yeah, tempting, but our Daddy actually taught us not to go with creepy sheep strangers, even if they offer us free candy, soooo…”

“What?! Candy? No! I’m talking about your purpose! The reason you were created-- to eliminate the human threat! Come with me, and I can unlock your full potential!”

“How many divine purposes have we got again? ‘Cause I’m starting to lose track,” Mikey complained. Leo rolled his eyes.

“Eliminate the human threat? Yeah, uh, maybe you haven't been paying attention, but in case you haven’t noticed, we’re literally humans.”

The yokai paused for a moment. His face twisted, and he hunched his shoulders back before he gave a forced laugh. “Humans?” He echoed. “Humans?! Surely you aren’t fooled by those silly trinkets! You can’t possibly, actually believe…”

“Oh my god. This guy is, like, for real crazy,” April observed, raising her brows.

“No, you are fools!” He hissed in return. “Humans?! These ridiculous forms are completely fabricated! These are not your true selves! You are experiments! You are soldiers! You’re mutated turtles-- my greatest creations! The creations of Baron Draxum!”

“Baron Draxum? Okay, well, we’ll deal with him when he gets here… Oh… Oh-ho-ho wait! You’re doing that, like, sinister talking-about-yourself-in-third person thing, aren’t you! Oh my god, that’s rich!” Leo snorted.

“Hey! Only Raph can use the third-person!”

“I’m sorry, did he say turtles?” Mikey questioned.

“Oh my fucking god…” Leo laughed, clutching his stomach. “Turtles? I’m sorry, we’re mutant turtles?”

“This guy can’t be serious,” Raph muttered.

“Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure we would have noticed by now if we were reptiles,” Donnie scoffed, one hand on his hip. “Let alone subjects of some kind of biochemical experiments. Which I am intimately familiar with, by the way. Do you have any idea how many community gardens I’ve been banned from?”

“This can’t…” The yokai shook his head, a hand on his brow. “How could you be tricked by such simple magic? I will show you if I have to.” 

“Oh, I’d love to see that,” Donnie muttered.

“Come with me--”

“You are out of your damn mind if you think we’re goin’ anywhere with you!” Raph cut in.

“Maybe if you prove that turtle hypothesis thing you have going on, we can discuss it from there,” Donnie laughed, one brow quirked, sounding caught somewhere between exasperated and amused. Honestly, this whole thing was a little bit fucking hilarious. It was also fucking horrible and scary because their dad was missing and a magic criminal had them cornered in an alley, but like. Seriously. Mutant turtles? You can’t make this stuff up, dude.

Draxum sighed very deeply, scowling at their group.

“Very well,” he said, and he snapped his fingers.

Things became unfunny very, very quickly. 

If the air had become cold earlier, now it became startlingly hot, just for a moment, the alley rising up at least five degrees, and Leo heard this choked, startled gasp that he immediately recognized as his twin brother. At the same time, a blinding, almost familiar flash of white light overtook the alley, and Leo hissed, flinching away. 

When he looked back, he was horrified to find that where his brother had been standing just a moment ago there was instead some sort of green, scaled creature, their eyes slitted and their skin leathery and bumped, and he thought, what the hell happened to my brother? And after a moment of silence, all of them staring in dazed shock, the reptile flailed, floundered, held its own hands up to its face as if to examine them, and promptly began screaming. 

And Leo recognized his own brother's screams, so instead he was thinking: what the hell happened to my brother?!

“What did you do?!” Leo shrieked. Behind him, Mikey screamed, too, and he could hear April spluttering out an impressive string of curse words. He just barely resisted the urge to race over to Donnie’s side, to check if he was okay, (he’s not okay, he knows he’s not okay,) to try to help him, to fix it, because he couldn’t just turn his back on the enemy in front of them-- couldn’t ignore the very obvious threat.

“I simply removed the cloaking enchantment as he requested,” Draxum responded calmly. He even looked amused, almost, the very corners of his lips turning up.

“You what!? What the hell are you-- fix it!!! Turn him back!!!” Leo demanded, his voice rising with the very edges of panic, his pulse climbing ever-steadily higher the longer he listened to his siblings scream.

The other sighed deeply, tilting their head to the side. “Do you still not understand? Fine, then. I’ll show you as well.” 

Snap.

Leo wouldn’t describe the experience as painful, but it really wasn’t pleasant, either. He swore he could feel his skin being stripped away and reforming; it was like his skeleton itself was being rearranged, his entire body becoming fluid for just a split second before solidifying again in new places, new patterns, new spaces. An unfamiliar weight pulled at his shoulders, forcing his spine to bend, and his hands and feet fell in a way that now felt unnatural to him. His skin seemed to lay over his muscles differently now.

He was vaguely aware of Mikey screaming somewhere behind him a second time, echoing Donatello’s continued wails. 

“Guys?” April bit out, her voice high and frightened.

What the hell happened to him?

“What-- what did you do?” Leo repeated himself, his eyes wide, straining, because his vision was ever-so-slightly different than it had been a few seconds ago and he didn’t know how to adjust. He swore to god he was frozen in place. He wasn’t sure when he had ended up on his knees, but he was shaking so hard, he supposed he wasn’t surprised.

What the fuck happened to his body?

“Now are you convinced?” The yokai pressed. “Now, we will be going to my lab whether you want to or not. We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. I would highly recommend the easy way,” he hummed, giving a sharp sweep of his arms. Wind tugged at his back and Leo had just barely the presence of mind to glance behind him, his eyes widening in horror to see this huge expanse of black opening up behind him. 

Mikey-- (Mikey? They were small, they were wearing Mikey’s clothes, it must be Mikey--) yelped loudly, the inky cloud yanking him from his feet. April jumped, attempting to grab her baby brother, though she only succeeded in falling into him-- both of them swallowed up into the portal. Raph gave a strangled howl of protest, diving right after them, and Donnie was sucked up as well, disappearing from Leo’s sight. His heart thudded wildly in his ears. He could feel the magick yanking at him, trying to pull him in as well. 

But Leo had always been the fastest. 

Every shred of him was screaming to follow, to chase after his family, to go with his sister and brothers, but he tensed his muscles, his stance widening and holding firm as he set his sights back on the yokai towering before him. A tiny voice in his head whispered in his ears that following wouldn’t help--

No, he had to move forward. This guy was the one hurting them.

Get him.

Leo wasn’t sure if he had leapt forward or if he simply was there. Everything was moving too quickly for even him to follow, the blinding white of panic and rage eating hungrily at the edges of his vision, threatening to overtake him. Either way, he lunged, a cry of protective fury wringing itself from his chest.

 "Stay away from my brothers," he snarled, his own throat staggering painfully with the force with which he screamed out his warning, his hands flying forward to grab the yokai by his throat, slamming into him at full speed. He felt the alien velvet fuzz of Draxum’s skin beneath the tear of his fingernails (claws) even as the pair of them were flung from their feet. Gravity was stolen from them both, the portal behind them reaching out to consume them. 

Everything went black. For just a second, tumbling through nothingness, floating through the sizzling rush of magick itself, Leo couldn’t see anything. He couldn’t hear anything, all he could feel was the body of the yokai against him, struggling against his grip, attempting to throw him away. 

And then this bright, searing lavender light came singing through the world. It didn’t reflect or bounce; nothing was lit up by it. Leo still could not see himself, could not even find the outline of his own hands or fingers. But this brilliant, complex pattern of the palest, gentlest pastel purple lit up bright before him, swirling and twisting in foreign shapes, and Leo just barely recognized that the ribbon of runes they formed echoed the shape of the yokai he had just grabbed.

The body he was clinging to went limp.

The next second, the wind was knocked out of him as they made impact with stone, light coming streaming back into his universe. Leo found himself landing in a heap in their new location, the portal disappearing behind them. Oddly, however, the crash landing didn’t hurt near as much as he would have expected it to.

“Leo!” He heard Raph cry. Leo groaned, still dazed, looking around blearily. Where the hell were they? He glanced over at the yokai who he had yanked through the portal with them, only to find them in an awkward slump just a few paces away, completely limp and seemingly unconscious. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” Raph demanded, moving quickly to his side. Mikey was already all bundled up in his arms, shaking like a leaf and absolutely clinging to him for dear life like he was going to fall apart if he let go. And Leo couldn’t even blame him if he did. Mikey had always been the smallest of them, and Raph always the biggest, but Leo thought dimly that the size difference between them now was fucking bananas.

Jesus christ. Raph was fucking huge. And… spiky. Was he a goddamn dinosaur? What the fuck.

“I-- yeah-- I-- I think the goatman got knocked out--” He stammered, still reeling slightly, trying to collect himself, to gather himself, adrenaline still rushing through his veins like it was a racetrack. 

Somewhere in the background, Donnie fucking screamed, and Leo immediately forgot about everything else, his head whipping around. 

“Donnie!” He cried, on his feet in a second, rushing over to his brother’s side. He had no idea where they were, not having yet taken stock of the location. He was only dimly aware that they were someplace cold and dark, with stone and concrete above, below, and around them. Donnie had pressed himself up against one of the walls, his entire body rigid and his head bent forward, his arms fluttering wildly beside his head in such a way that Leo recognized he was fighting not to hit himself. Good job, Dee. The screaming continued, but every wail that wrenched its way out of Donnie’s mouth was short and grinding, repeating itself over and over like an alarm. It was fucking terrifying. Not for him, but for Donnie, because he could tell that they were completely, totally not in control. Just panicking.

“Hey. Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m right here, Don. It’s alright. It’s okay, you’re safe, I’m right here, hermano,” he tried to soothe, forcing his voice down, calm, steady. He knew better than to touch Donnie, but he would reach over just long enough to tap a button on the side of his headphones that he knew would flip the device into white noise mode. Donnie jerked slightly in response, and the screaming stopped, at least, but he didn’t relax. His arms still fluttered and flapped anxiously, and he shifted just enough to begin rocking back and forth, clenching his jaw and grinding his teeth so hard that Leo was afraid he was going to hurt himself. His chest absolutely shook with the panicked, shuddering breaths he was taking, hyperventilating so hard that his entire body trembled in response.

“Come on, Donnie, it’s alright. It’s okay. We’re safe, Mikey and Raph and April are safe, we’re gonna be okay, but you’ve gotta breathe, dude. Can you try it with me? Like this? We’ve gotta calm down a little bit--” Leo pressed on because this was not his first rodeo. He wasn’t quite as adept at handling these things as their dad was, and at this point, Donnie was pretty good at avoiding meltdowns and panic attacks, armed with tools and tricks and years of therapy, but sometimes they were unavoidable and Leo had always known how to calm them down, always been able to step up and help, the same way Donnie could for him--

But Donnie wasn’t calming down. Donnie wouldn’t even look up at him. Rather, Donnie scrunched up harder, curled his lips, and fucking hissed at him.

And, okay, look, it wasn’t the first time Donnie had hissed at them. Donnie used to love to hiss at people when they were little kids, though nowadays he was more likely to express annoyance with declarations such as “groan” or “scoff” or “eye-roll.” But he didn’t hiss like this.

He sounded fucking feral. Even more than that, he sounded fucking terrified. He looked like a goddamn cornered animal, his eyes blown out and huge, the scaly skin that now made up his form stretched tight over shivering muscles and his lips drawn back over sharp, pointed teeth. And Leo looked down at his own clawed, three-fingered hand and came to a horrible realization.

He couldn’t help because Donnie couldn’t recognize him. They were panicking because they were in this crazy, fucked up body that wasn’t theirs, and Leo was in a fucked up body that wasn’t his, and looking at him was just a reminder of everything wrong. He was just scaring them more. His being here was just making things worse, and Leo’s throat tied itself in a knot, swelling up as the backs of his eyes pinched with the thought.

“April,” he called, his voice cracking slightly as he desperately turned to look for his sister. She wasn’t far off, watching from a short distance with obvious worry, and she blinked in surprise at the sound of her name.

“Help me.”

---

If Leo was being completely honest, he hadn’t even realized that Donnie wasn’t still nearby. The two of them typically stuck together like glue whenever they were at school. Leo would usually lead the way, and Donnie would trail after, with Leo doing most of the talking and socializing for both of them. And once Donnie got sick of whatever they were doing, he would simply drag Leo off to sit and read or work on some project or puzzle for a while, and Leo would oblige and keep him company. Donnie was always close by, and Leo wasn’t even aware that this wasn’t currently the case, too absorbed in his latest arts and crafts project, until he heard a telltale, high-pitched whine from across the room.

He was on his feet in seconds, abandoning the activity and his classmates to scuttle off in search of his twin brother. Luckily, he wasn’t too hard to find. Both because he was pretty loud, and also because their substitute teacher was crouched down next to him. She was nice enough, Leo thought, but not quite as cool as Miss Mitchelle was, and he wasn’t sure if Donnie liked her at all. It definitely didn’t seem like he liked her too much right now with how he was all balled up, and Leo wasted no time at all in planting himself physically between the two.

Donnie immediately gravitated towards his brother and Leo moved a bit closer in turn, giving Miss Substitute (he didn’t remember her name,) a very displeased look.

“He doesn’t like whatever you’re doing,” he declared firmly.

Miss Substitute’s expression twitched and faltered for a moment before it settled back into something patient and pleasant, though Leo still didn’t quite trust it. “Leo,” she said, “I was just trying to talk with your brother--”

“I can talk to him,” Leo assured immediately, not bothering to listen to the remainder of her sentence because he couldn’t imagine it would be all that important or interesting. He turned to face Donnie instead. “It’s okay. I can always understand him, ‘cause we have a secret twin language. We made it up. Only we can speak it,” he declared proudly, crouching down to lean in towards his brother, his arms wrapped around his knees.

Donnie was still whining a bit, curled up into a ball and shoved halfway inside of a cubby, his arms crossed protectively over his head as he rocked. And yeah, he was obviously upset, though Leo wasn’t completely sure why yet. As such, he got to work, conversing with his twin in the previously mentioned secret twin language.

… And.

Okay.

So.

They didn’t actually have a secret twin language.

But it was close enough! It wasn’t a language, per se, ‘cause it didn’t have words, just noises and chirps and trills and squeaks and babbles. But he still always got the gist of what Donnie was saying, and Donnie would get the gist of what he was saying, too, so it worked. Sooner or later, he could pretty much always get an understanding of what Donnie was meaning based on the inflection or tone of his noises, as well as calm the other down enough so that Leo could coax a couple of signs out of him, so Leo figured it was close enough to language.

Plus, the ‘language’ itself always seemed to kind of settle Donnie down when he was upset like this. Once Leo started humming and squeaking at him, Donnie gradually started to answer with his own chirps and clicks, and, little by little, Leo watched their twin’s body untense and unwind. Leo grinned, moving to sit properly by him, and Donnie moved closer, edging just a bit out of his hiding spot so he could shove himself up against Leo’s side instead, resting his head against his shoulder and settling in there, an indignant scowl still on his face.

Leo grinned, puffing out his chest a bit as he shot Miss Substitute a look. See? He told her so. He and Donnie always understood each other, no matter what, and he could always fix it when Donnie wasn’t feeling good! He was basically the best brother in the entire world. Confident that he understood the problem, he turned back to face Miss Substitute.

“He said you’re not doing the schedule right, and we’re supposed to do math right now,” he announced, crossing his arms over his chest. And he hadn’t even noticed, but Donnie was right, they did usually do math lessons during this part of the day-- not arts and crafts. “And also, he doesn’t like the paper fish we’re doing ‘cause the glue feels bad. So we gotta find something else to do,” he insisted. “‘Cause otherwise Donnie and I aren’t playing.”

Donnie nodded a tiny bit from behind him, and Leo beamed with pride. Understanding Donnie and calming him down wasn’t even that hard. He didn’t get why adults besides Dad had such a hard time with it sometimes. You really just had to listen to him. 

---

It took a while for April to calm Donnie back down, (or at least get him as calm as they possibly could be in such circumstances,) but she managed after a bit, his panicked breaths eventually dying down into something a bit more even and steady. Thank god. Mikey thought dimly to himself that he had never seen Donnie freak out so bad, but... he supposed he couldn't really blame him. 

He frowned a bit, looking down at his own, unfamiliar hands, and he curled up a bit more, his tail tucking in (oh my god, he had a tail,) as he clung to Raph's plastron (oh my god, Raph had a plastron.) And though it still held comfort, the fold of his biggest brother's arms, bundled up close and held there, this place that he had known his whole life... it suddenly felt foreign, too. Everything was hard and jagged and cold. And even worse-- it was unfamiliar. 

He kept staring at his own hands because he couldn't stop himself, and it made his stomach wobble. He wondered bleakly what his own face looked like because he had no idea. He wouldn't even recognize himself in the mirror. 

 Now that Donnie had finally settled a bit, though he was still curled up and pressed just against April's side, just barely not touching but still squeezed up small against her, Leo finally got up to his feet-- only to immediately lose his balance, falling over onto his back with a loud clunk.

"Leo!" Raph's eyes widened, his muscles immediately bunching up, ready to jump up and go grab his brother. Mikey could tell that he was just barely resisting the urge to scoop up all three of them and bundle them up in his arms and just hang onto them for a while. He had been sitting here long enough for Mikey to notice how fast his heart was beating. Mikey’s was keeping pace. Leo kind of flailed for a second before he managed to redirect the momentum to roll over onto his side, getting himself back onto his hands and knees. A wry, strangled laugh forced its way out of him.

"Alright. Well. Pro tip: center of gravity is weird now," he remarked dryly, his voice strained. "But the good news is falling doesn't even hurt anymore! So that’s great!"

It didn't get a laugh out of anyone. After a moment of hesitation, Mikey slowly wriggled his way from Raph's grip, making his way over to Leo's side. He didn't dare try to walk after watching Leo's attempt, noting that it seemed to be more difficult now without the rush of adrenaline to aid them, so he instead stayed in a crouch, sort of half-hopping-half-crawling over. Raph followed shortly after in a similar manner.

"Can I see?" He questioned softly, and when Leo didn't deny him, he leaned over slightly, moving his hoodie (which was now a very awkward fit,) out of the way enough so that he could examine the edges of his brother's new shell.

(Oh my god. His brother's shell. What kind of a sentence was that? What kind of weird, fucked up make-believe world were they suddenly in? Leo was his brother. He didn't have a shell. He had cool brown skin. He had bouncy blonde curls that Mikey had helped him bleach and dye a red streak in. He had vitiligo 'stripes' over his eyes. He had a bad habit of cycling through boyfriends and insomnia and a shockingly large vocabulary... but he didn't have a shell. He didn't have scales or stripes or claws or a tail.)

He looked anyway, running the tips of his fingers over the top of it, following the curve. He couldn't quite tell if he was feeling the texture of the shell, or just the texture of his own fingers, which were different than they had been; covered in scales, the skin thicker and rougher than it had been before. Bending his joints felt odd, and he couldn't help himself from doing it over and over, as if that might help him get used to it faster. 

 Every part of his brother’s shell was this cool, ocean blue, just edging on teal in some places, and Mikey thought to himself that, in the very least, it matched his life color perfectly. 

He swallowed hard and resisted the tears that were building up in his eyes. He didn’t want to cry right now. He didn’t even know what he was crying about. Because he was scared? Because he was overwhelmed? He wasn’t very good at not crying, but he forced it down, his hands trembling a bit with the effort of it.

 "Does it look the same as mine?" He heard himself asking, his eyes flickering over to meet Leo's (which were now not something he recognized, looking more animal than person, though they still retained the same, familiar almond shape. The color, however, he realized, was slightly different. Leo's eyes were brown. All of their eyes were brown, so dark that they were almost black, but now, instead, Leo's eyes were mismatched; one of them dark blue, like water in a cove, like the sea at night, and the other dark red, like ink with blood, like black cherries.) 

"I dunno," Leo laughed, though his voice was still shaking. "I don't know what mine looks like."

"They're... kinda the same…" Raph observed from nearby, leaning over slightly to examine them both. His voice sounded kind of hollow, like he wasn’t really there. Sort of far-off. "I mean. The parts I can see. Mikey, yours is more... orangey. And bumpier," he said. "And yours is spotty. Leo's is kinda... stripey." 

"Yours is huge," Leo observed with a chuckle, glancing over at their biggest brother, who was always the tallest and largest by a wide margin, but now absolutely dwarfed the rest of them. "And... spiky. You're all spiky. And… and fucking huge, dude. You look like you have fucking paws. And your mouth is all..." He laughed again, scrubbing anxiously at his face with his hands. "You look like a fucking snapping turtle."

Mikey paused a bit at that, glancing over at the other.

Donnie must have said or signed something that the rest of them didn’t catch, because April spoke up next, clearly addressing him. "Uhm, no, yours is... uh. It's kind of flat? And..." There was a pause. "Oh, oh my god, it's, like, squishy!" She squealed, everyone else in the room jumping in response, before she tamped down the noise, biting her lip and getting a handle on her reaction. "Sorry! Sorry, I just. I just wasn't expecting that texture, that's all! It doesn't... feel like what I thought a shell would feel like, I guess."

"Are we different kinds of... turtles?" Mikey questioned, tilting his head to the side. He wanted to laugh at himself when he said turtles. I mean, seriously, turtles? Of all the creatures in the world, turtles? Why were they turtles?

"I guess we must be," Leo sighed, resting his chin on his knee. "We obviously look different." 

Mikey frowned, and he thought that his lips might be trembling if he had proper lips anymore, but he wasn't sure if he did or if they could tremble or what that would feel like if they did. Okay, fine. Now there were a few tears. 

"Does that mean we're not brothers?" 

A beat of silence followed.

"We're not," Donnie said, and quite frankly, Mikey was surprised to hear him speaking. Small miracles? Kinda…?

"Yeah, we are. Don't be crazy," Raph immediately refuted, his brows (er... brows? Place where brows once were?) furrowing together, and Mikey was desperately relieved to see that the space in between still wrinkled into a crease the same way they always did. "Of course we're brothers."

"Evidently, we're not even the same species," Donnie hissed out bitterly, drawing himself up even closer, even smaller, into a little ball. "It's literally impossible."

"Come on, Dee--"

"We're not even human!" Donnie snapped, hunching up his shoulders. "We're not even people!"

"Hey, look, come on you guys," April tried to soothe, holding up her hands as if to calm the group. "It doesn't matter if you're turtles! It doesn't matter to me. I love you guys no matter what--"

"Oh, wow, what a comfort!" Donnie scoffed, and April bristled.

"Okay, look, I am trying to be helpful! I know that this fucking sucks but you do not need to take out your nasty attitude on me!"

Leo suddenly laughed-- loudly, painfully-- tilting his head back and letting his shoulders slump so he could stare up at the ceiling. "Oh my god. Jesus christ. We're not people," he bit out in between his barely restrained hysterics, squeezing his eyes shut. "We're freaks, dude!"

"Leo, c'mon." 

"We're not even people!!!" He repeated. "Fuck. We never even had a chance, and we didn't even know it!... Oh my god, we’re such morons!!! Hahaha-- welp! This is it! Pack it in, boys, it’s all over!"

"Leo, chill. What are you even talkin’ about?"

"Did you know I was gonna go on T?" He questioned, turning around sharply, suddenly, to face Raph. "Me and Dad were talking about it. For, like, a while now. And I was gonna start T, finally. Do you know how much I wanted to do that? Do you know how long I've been waiting to get to do that?"

Raph frowned. "Leo... This doesn't mean--"

"How the fuck is that going to work now!?" He interrupted. "How is anything gonna work now? We're fucking! REPTILES! Raph!!!"

"I KNOW THAT!" Now Raph was yelling, too, and Mikey flinched a bit, hiccuping softly as he drew himself down, retreating slightly, halfway into his shell (oh my god, he can do that now?) "You think you're the only one who was lookin' forward to stuff? I was--" He cut himself off, breathing in deep and then letting it out slow, his jaw tensed.

"Look. I know this... sucks. But it's not gonna help to just throw in the towel right now and mourn shit that we don't even know is gone yet, alright? We'll... figure it out," he said. "We don’t even know what’s goin’ on, so let’s just… let's just try to figure it out first. Okay?" 

Leo frowned. He looked down and to the side, tightening his hands into fists, but he didn't have any rebuttal. After a moment, he took a deep breath, pulling himself up to his feet for a second time. He tottered for a moment, his arms windmilling until he found his balance and this time he stayed on his feet. He looked around the room for a moment before his eyes fell on the limp form of Baron Draxum, still crumpled in a heap some odd paces away.

"What do we do with that guy?"

All of their eyes snapped over, as though they had all just remembered that he was there in the first place.

"Did you knock him out, dude?!" Raph questioned, his eyes widening slightly. 

"No! I mean. I don't think so. Not exactly," Leo said. "It's, like-- he grabbed me and some sort of mystic-magic-whatever thing happened. He lit up with a bunch of symbols and he just... went down. I dunno what happened." 

"Well," Raph said, sighing deeply before he pulled himself to his feet as well, doing a similar rock and wobble to Leo before he figured out the new balance he had to strike, correcting his own footing. His long tail swung back and forth behind him, assumedly on instinct, to help. "We dunno how long he's gonna stay down, so we oughta find a way out of here and put some distance between us and him ASAP. We already know where Dad is, anyway."

"Maybe we can figure out where we are," Donnie mumbled bleakly, pulling himself to his feet as well. He seemed to struggle much less than his brothers did, and Mikey noted that his back rounded less than theirs. April got up as well, sticking close to his side, but perhaps hovering a bit less now. 

Mikey watched as his family rose up, one by one, finding their feet again. And something in his chest unwound and loosened again. A breath he hadn't realized he had been holding came tumbling out of him.

He didn't know his own face anymore. And he didn't recognize his brothers when he looked at them.

But they were still them. Already, Mikey was completely sure of it. And the change, while still terrifying, felt just a tiny bit less devastating. 

He hadn’t lost them yet.

Bracing himself for the coming challenge, he rose up to his feet as well. The unfamiliar weight on his back was more than he had expected and attempted to drag him down, and he stumbled slightly, nearly toppling over onto his back the same way Leo had the first time-- but Raph grabbed his wrist before he could, pulling him forward and correcting him, and Mikey was relieved to find his center of gravity once more. Usually, he would complain about his big brother stepping in, preferring to do things on his own rather than being 'babied' by his older family members, but...

 Right now, it was actually okay. 

"Okay. Let's do this." 

(They took about three steps before Raph yelped and tripped over his own tail.)

---

Though they had tied up the so-called "Baron Draxum" with whatever rope and other scrap they could find in this place, (the longer they were here, the more Donnie began to suspect it was a lab of some kind,) none of them were very confident that it would be able to hold him for very long, if at all, and so they all got to work trying to figure out an exit. But to call this place 'maze-like' was a bit of an understatement.

"This is the worst landmark ever," April hissed in frustration as they turned a corner, only to once again be met with a hog-tied yokai, face-down on the concrete. "We keep going in circles!"

"Okay, look," Donnie sighed. "I know we don't want to linger here any more than we have to, but let's look around a bit and see if there's anything useful lying around to get us out of here. Clearly just walking out isn't getting us anywhere." 

There was a chorus of grunts and mumbles of agreement from the rest of his family, and the group slowly fanned out, beginning their search. It was dark here, wherever they were. The ground beneath his feet was cold, with him and his brothers having already ditched and stowed their sneakers and boots after realizing how awkward and painful it was to walk in them with their new wide, two-toed feet. 

The space was wide and almost circular, with various tunnels branching off at different levels, all leading away to who-knew-where. Several desks and tables were scattered about the space, each surface covered in everything from charts to pipettes to oddly-shaped jars filled with oddly-colored substances. Donnie just barely resisted the urge to sit down and start working, or to begin snatching and pocketing things as he found them. Instead, he took a liberal amount of photographs of everything they found on his phone.

 His impulse control could only get him so far, however, and his eyes narrowed as they fell across a small, purpley-pink gem that lay on the desk, suspended within a small glass case. This certainly looked interesting... Geology wasn't really a passion of his, but something about this just seemed... intriguing. He couldn't quite place it...

 Surely no one would miss this, right? It was small! It would be silly not to take it, quite frankly, and he slipped it into his pocket as quietly as he could when he was sure no one else was looking. 

Now, if only he could find some blueprints of the tunnels... But that would be too easy, wouldn't it?

"So," Mikey said after a minute or so of them searching, and Donnie sighed internally. Of course, they couldn't expect him to stay quiet for that long. "If Raph is a snapping turtle, and me and Leo are turtle-turtles, then what kind of a turtle is Donnie?"

Donnie rolled his eyes, scowling. "Okay, well, first of all, do we really have to discuss this?" He hissed, immediately bristling. "I’d highly prefer we not address the proverbial elephant in the room, thank you! Second of all, 'turtle-turtle' is not a species."

"Yeah, but, like, we have turtle shells!" Mikey explained. "But April said yours is squishy. So what does that make you?"

Donnie sighed deeply. Talking about this made his skin itch.

"A softshell turtle, I suppose."

"A softshell?" Leo questioned, raising a brow. "That's a thing?"

"Yes."

"How do you know that off the top of your head?" Raph questioned.

"Some of us actually paid attention during biology classes," he responded dryly. And having a near-photographic memory did, admittedly, help as well…

"Whoa!" Mikey absolutely beamed. "That's so cool! Now we just gotta figure out what kind of turtles me and Leo are!"

"Well, I'd look it up if we had any service. And also if it was even close to being an appropriate time for us to waste our efforts on something like that," Donnie said with a roll of his eyes. He knew that Mikey was just distracting himself, finding a silver lining so he didn’t break down, but Donnie didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to think about how much of their entire lives was completely fabricated, about how--

He snorted, suddenly doubling over with laughter.

"What?" April questioned, raising a brow.

"I just-- I just realized!" Donnie laughed. "Our... our moms must be turtles! Fucking turtles!"

There was a beat of silence as this sunk in before Raph gave a similar reaction. "Damn! I guess you're right, huh?"

"Do you have any idea how much time I wasted in therapy talking about this?" Donnie squeaked out through giggles. "I spent so much time with Mossy talking about our mom and how she didn't want us or whatever the fuck and about the stuff she did to Dad and how I couldn't remember her, and she-- she was never even real! None of that ever even happened! She was just a fucking turtle, wasn't she!? We don’t even have a real mom!"

"Whoa! Mind... blown. I didn't even think about that..." Mikey gaped, his eyes wide. "This whole time I just assumed that our mom was probably the hotel lady..."

"Yeah, me too," Leo agreed.

Donnie blinked.

"You what?"

"Well, you know, that woman that Dad was datin’ right before he disappeared," Raph said. "And she runs the Grand Nexus Hotel, right? All the articles I ever read always mentioned her."

Donnie's eyes twitched. "You thought she was our mother?" He questioned.

"Well, that's who Dad was datin’ last! And for a long time, too. It'd make sense, wouldn't it?" Raph defended.

"Yeah. You didn't think that?" Leo said.

"NO! Why would I think that?!" Donnie was laughing again.

Leo huffed in offense, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm sorry, do you know something we don't?"

"Apparently!" Donnie exclaimed. "Guys, you've seen pictures of her, right?!"

"Well, yeah?" Mikey tilted his head to the side.

"She's pale as fuck!"

"So?"

"And our Dad is Japanese!"

"And? Donnie, what's your point?"

"We're black!"

"... Ooooohhhhh," all three of his brothers said, nearly in unison, after Donnie's argument finally sunk in.

"Oh my god," Donnie laughed, covering his face with his hands, scrubbing tears from his eyes. "You're all so fucking dumb..."

"I guess our mom would have had to be black. I mean. We got the Japanese half from Dad, but... I never really thought about where the other half came from..." Raph admitted, his mouth still slightly agape like he was still rolling the thought about in his head. 

"Wait a minute," April said, her hands on her hips. "I mean, yeah, all that makes sense, but if you guys have secretly been turtles this whole time, then why are you black?"

"Dude, are all turtles black?" Mikey questioned, his eyes widening.

"I cannot discuss this any further. I'll get a migraine and furthermore cease to function, as I am, and I cannot stress this enough, just barely suppressing the gravity of this whole situation right now," Donnie sighed, gesturing to himself as he turned back to the desk in front of him. "Did anyone find anything yet?"

"Not yet," April sighed, shuffling through some papers. "What even is all this junk?"

"I'm not sure. Some sort of research, it seems like..." Donnie mused, sort of thumbing through a book as he spoke, reading key phrases and chunks of text as quickly as he could and making mental notes so he could refer back to it later. He was more than happy to have something else to focus on, though this would admittedly be a lot easier with human hands. "But I'm still not sure where--"

Shhhh shhhh.

Donnie paused mid-sentence, his brows furrowed. He hadn't noticed that sound before now. He tilted his head a bit to the side, turning in its direction, trying to zero in.

"... Donnie?"

"What's that noise?" He questioned aloud, though his voice was barely above a whisper.

Shhhh shhhhh.

He knew that noise. He recognized it. Where had he heard it before?

Shhhh shhhhh.

... Water, he realized with a start. The noise was running water. Of course. How had he never realized this before?...

That's what he was hearing. That's what he had heard.

"Dee? You good?"

"Guys," he said, turning just enough to glance over in their direction. His face suddenly felt like glass. It was odd. "I think... I think we're in the sewer," he said. "... And I think we've been here before...?"

Before anyone could say anything further, a new noise filled up the space.

Skrrrtttccchhhhh.

---

"What was that?!" Mikey shrieked, immediately leaping behind his biggest brother to hide. Leo and Donnie were instantly gravitating to each other as well, falling into stance on instinct as they stood back to back, each covering the other. 

"It sounds like something scratching," April said thoughtfully, and true to her word, the same skritching noise clawed its way through the air a moment later, echoing slightly against the walls. "I think it's coming from over here!"

"April!" Raph hissed off a protest as she took off, heading in the direction of the sound. "We don't know what that is!"

"We will if we go look!" She chirped in reply. I mean, come on, what was the benefit of hiding over here instead of investigating? Weren't they curious either way? Besides, they were stuck here regardless-- maybe they'd find something helpful.

The noise continued as April searched, peering around corners and down tunnels, until, finally, she found her prize. Tucked inside one of the off-shoot tunnels, one of the many dead-ends that seemed to surround this space, was a proverbial treasure trove. A variety of odds and ends filled the space; various amulets and scrolls and chests and even weapons were leaned up against the wall or stacked up on the ground. In fact, a lot of weapons were in here. Was this some kind of a weird armory? Or a trophy room? What kind of sewer has a trophy room?

But most interestingly, she found the source of the noise. Inside a small, dimly lit orb, looking as though it were made of some sort of glass, or perhaps even light, was one of the oddest creatures April had ever seen, clawing sadly at the surface of its prison. It had ears like a chihuahua, pointed and too big for its head, with tufts of fur poofing out from inside, but huge eyes like some kind of a cat. Pointed tusks stuck from its mouth like a boar, but soft, downy yellow-and-blue fur covered its entire, squirrel-like body, complete with a fluffy, wriggly tail.

"AW, you guyyssss!" She called out. "Come look! It's cute!"

"April!" The guys were right behind her, with Raph leading the charge. "You can't just run off like-- jumpin' jack flash! What the heck is that thing?!"

"I dunno!" April said with a shrug, immediately making her way into the room, scooping up the orb so she could examine it, looking for a way to open it up. The little critter inside pattered about excitedly, its claws clicking against the smooth surface. "Help me figure out how to get him outta here."

"Are you sure about that?" Leo questioned. "No offense, but we have nooo idea what that thing is! Maybe it's, I dunno, locked up for a reason?"

"What? C'mon, guys, we've gotta help!" Mikey protested, turning on them with big, pleading eyes. Nice, April thought, with Mikey on her side she had basically already won. Suck it, middle children. "Plus, he was locked up by Draxum. So he can't be bad!"

"Yeah! Ever heard ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend?’" April added in.

"I'm not convinced," Donnie said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I mean, has anyone else noticed that pretty much everything else in this room is a weapon of some kind? Isn't that maybe a bit telling?"

"Aw, come on, Dee. Look at this face!" April insisted, holding up the orb to the others. The creature, to their credit, played their part, pulling an absolutely pitiful face which Mikey immediately echoed, turning to his brothers with watery eyes. 

Checkmate.

"Okay, okay, fine. Look, there's gotta be something in here that can help us bust him out..." Leo muttered, beginning to pick his way through the contents of the room with Raph, Donnie, and Mikey following suit shortly after. 

"Here, what about these?" Leo said after a moment, turning to face them with a pair of twin katanas in hand. "Think I could slice that bad boy open with these guys?"

April scoffed, clutching the orb close to her chest. "Uhm, and this guy in half, maybe!" She protested. "Can we try something a little less deadly, please?"

"Aw, come on! These are cool," Leo protested, grinning as he twirled them in his hands with a metallic shwing.

"You just like them because you always win at any swordsmanship event at tournaments," Donnie remarked dryly, grabbing a long wooden staff to hold in his hands, testing the weight of it. "... That being said, should we maybe grab some of these just in case?"

"Whaddya mean?" Raph glanced over at the other.

"Well, we haven't even made it to the Hidden City yet, and we've already been attacked once," Donnie reasoned, placing a hand on his hip and frowning. "So it wouldn't exactly be a bad idea to have some weapons on hand in case of an emergency." He spun the bo staff in his hands appraisingly a few times. "I mean, obviously this is a bit underwhelming, but I'm sure I could make some improvements once we got back home..."

"Sounds like a good plan to me! Look at all the stuff they’ve got!” Mikey cheered, immediately diving in, beginning to sort through all the various options they had in the room. He chuckled darkly, swinging a pair of nun-chucks in his hands. “These’ll do…”

“Yo, guys!” Raph called, waving to get his brothers’ attention before pointing to the very far corner of the room. “If we’re gonna take stuff, why don’t we take the glowy ones?”

There was, in fact, a weapons rack filled with floating, vaguely glowing weapons, tucked away in the shadows, which only made the glow all that much more tempting. They were simply begging to be taken.

Mikey and Leo, almost in unison, gasped, their faces absolutely lighting up as they raced over to join Raph. “Ooh, dibs on the sword!” Leo cheered, immediately snatching up the odachi and repeatedly striking poses.

“Hot soup! Check me out!” Mikey snatched up a bright orange kusari-fundo, absolutely beaming ear-to-ear. Raph was nearly drooling as he laid his claim on a pair of tonfas, beaming as he gave a few experimental swings. 

“They’re perfect! No one’ll mess with us now!”

“What about you, Donnie?” April questioned, tilting her head back to glance at the remaining brother. “Don’t you want a glowy weapon?”

“And add yet another unknown, uncontrolled variable to our current situation? I’m good,” Donnie scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’ve trained with a regular, wooden bo staff. I’ll fight with a wooden bo staff, thank you very much. You all have fun with your likely-radioactive weaponry,” he said, waving them off. 

“Here, April, I got something for you, too,” Mikey chirped excitedly, scampering over to present his find to her. “Ta-da!!! Baseball bat!”

It wasn’t a baseball bat-- it was a club. But close enough! April gasped in delight. “It’s perfect!” She enthused, immediately snatching it up, rolling it around in her hands and tapping it against the side of her shoe a few times. Ooh, and the weight was perfect, too. “And I think it can help us get little guy out of this ball thingie, too! Leo, come hold it still for me!”

 "Aw man, why do I gotta hold it?" Leo muttered in complaint but did as he was told regardless, kneeling down to hold the orb steady, taking care in the placement of his hands to minimize the chances of broken fingers.

 "Alright," April said, backing up a bit, her tongue sticking out from between her lips with focus. "This won't hurt a bit..." 

She swung the club back, taking care to temper her strength, and brought it down on the little ball prison with a satisfying crunch. 

"Did it work?" Mikey gasped, his eyes wide as he leaned over. The orb was not shattered nor laying in pieces; but the side of it had caved in considerably, a spiderweb of cracks blossoming from it, and a second later, it simply dissolved as if it had never been there in the first place. The creature that had previously been trapped inside cracked one eye open, having squeezed itself into the very back of its cage, flinching at the oncoming impact, gave an absolute trill of excitement, darting about in celebration.

"There we go!" April said, grinning wide, her hands planted on her hips. "See, told ya I'd get you outta there! That's better, right?"

The little yellow beast threw itself into her lap, wriggling with joy and nuzzling at her with an enthusiastic wag of its tail. "Okay, okay! You're welcome!" April laughed, giggling as she allowed the creature to clamber about in her arms, allowing it time to bounce about before it finally began to settle again.

"Any chance you know how to get out of here, little guy?"

---

Raph looked up from his phone and his tea at the sound of mail plopping down on the table, glancing over to examine the letters his father had just tossed over in his direction.

"For you," Dad remarked, sorting through the remaining mail from the day.

"For me?" Raph echoed, his brows rising up. "Who the heck is sending me mail?" Curiosity took hold immediately, and he abandoned the wrestling video he had been watching previously in favor of tearing open the letters on the table.

He was surprised to find college brochures inside. His father, however, did not seem all that surprised at all, even adding a couple more to the pile.

"It seems you are in high demand," Dad teased, smiling the tiniest bit. "I have received a few emails as well from recruiters recently."

Raph paused for a moment, rolling this idea about in his brain, trying to figure out what it meant and what it tasted like before he forced a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Guess they haven't seen my grades yet," he joked weakly. Dad hummed softly, pulling up a chair so he could sit down next to his eldest son.

"Nonsense," he scoffed. "Your grades are fine, Raphael. You've simply tricked yourself into thinking they're not by comparing yourself to others," he added, giving the other a knowing look. "And besides that, this is hardly the only thing that matters. I have told you many times that grades aren't everything. My grades in high school were terrible!" He remarked with a laugh. "And your career in sports is very impressive."

"I guess," Raph said, wrinkling his nose up a bit as he leaned over the table. Easy for him to say. He had a hard time wrapping his head around the idea of colleges being interested in him when his three younger brothers were right here in the same damn house! Had they really meant to send these to Hamato Raphael?

Dad's hand moved to rub little circles into his back, and he nudged his son's teacup a bit. Raph agreeably took a sip, allowing the warm liquid to trickle down through his chest.

"I know you have not always enjoyed schoolwork, Raphael," Dad finally spoke again. "But you are not stupid. You may very well have the most common sense of any of my children!" He chuckled. "And you have many talents besides that. You are a remarkable athlete, and I know I do not have to drag you over to the trophy wall to prove this to you, but I will if I have to. You are only sixteen and you are already the captain of multiple sports teams... not just anyone could handle that! It is difficult to lead a team. But you have always handled this with grace. And teaching children! That is a talent in and of itself. That is no easy task. Trust me, I know," he said, smiling slightly. "But you are doing so well with your new job. And I am very proud of you."

 Raphael glanced over at his father, for just a moment, hesitating like he wanted to say something, but then biting it back.

"You don't have to go to college if you don't want to," Dad added. "If you decide that is not the path for you, that is fine. I won't be upset or disappointed. I did not go to college, either! But I would hate for you to not even consider it just because you don't think you're good enough for it," he pressed. "I know you've always said you intend to pursue a career in sports of some kind, but this is very much an avenue to achieve that if you'd like. Many professional athletes get their start through college sports, you know. And I can already name half a dozen universities off the top of my head who would be thrilled to have you on their team in a couple of years!"

He sighed softly.

"But you do not have to decide right now, my son. There is still plenty of time for you to consider all of your options."

Raph glanced over at his father, shifting a bit in his seat, before looking to the side.

"Uh. I dunno, Pops. I mean. I'm not good at tests and all that junk. I mean. College football could be good 'n all, but, uh..."

He hesitated a second, sort of scratching the side of his jaw, hesitating a bit. "I dunno. Maybe I could... I mean. We could look at it, at least. I was kind of wonderin’ about, uh. I dunno… Just, lately, I was thinkin' about... studyin' early childhood education, maybe?..."

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#sorrywhatnowau #sorrywhatnowau fic #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfic #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt au #rottmnt human au #tmnt

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

Speaking of antivenin, what's the closest call you've ever had with a venomous snake? Has anyone in your lab that you know ever been seriously injured by accident?

Also, do you guys keep antivenin on hand for all the venomous snakes you care for just in case an accident happens? Follow up to that, do you have a Dr/ nurse or someone certified to administer the antivenin on shift incase of emergency or is anyone able to administer it?

Sorry for all the questions!!

Easily the closest call I've ever had was a very big, very grumpy, sick cottonmouth. He wasn't feeling well, and we had him out in a tube, and I was holding him and showing the interns and new staff how I palpate snakes to check for intestinal obstructions. He'd been puffing up real big (he wasn't feeling well and he was big mad) and the person who handed him off to me had accidentally put him in a tube that was too big.

So, there I am, holding his snake in the middle of a crowd of interns, and he suddenly slips right out of the tube and I'm left just holding this cottonmouth in my hands. I was able to use the tube as a sort of makeshift hook to control his head until one of my coworkers (thankfully, very quickly) brought a hook over and helped me get him secure again. It was very scary because there were so many people around, and I knew if I made one mistake someone else could have been bitten.

Every other close call I've had has been 100% my fault. There was a time when I was working with stiletto snakes on internship and forgot to put on full-arm guards - nothing happened, all was well, but that could have been disastrous.

None of my coworkers have ever gotten hurt on the job (knock on wood), at least not beyond things like sprained ankles in the field. My boss at my lab has been bitten a handful of times, but he's an elder in the field and honestly I don't know many of the older generation of herpetologists who had to figure out to secure and restrain snakes for venom extractions who aren't missing at least a couple fingertips. It's gotten to be a much safer field to work in the last few decades, but while my boss was figuring out the technique and there weren't really a lot of people to learn from, he made mistakes while restraining snakes and got bitten on his hands and fingers a few times.

We do indeed keep antivenin for all our species on hand. Since we keep snakes from all over the world, we have to since hospitals won't have it and it can take too long for it to arrive if they need to order it. Antivenin has to be given through IV. If an accident ever did happen, we're trained to call 911, grab the appropriate antivenin, start driving, meet the ambulance on the way (we're out in a rural area), and start the IV in the ambulance.

#not a rating #venomous snakes #snake bites

[ayamari-no-goshi]

I've gotten some questions regarding whether or not I've abandoned fics (specifically the DP x DC ones)

I haven't, but please understand that it's a hobby. Sometimes life doesn't allow me to have time or the energy to want to work on my projects.

Let me just explain the BS that I dealt with in 2023 that's caused writing to go on a back burner for multiple reasons. These are in approximate order.

discovering a friendship was super toxic and person had gotten dangerous to be around. I still have to be very careful visiting a friend who still lives in his area because no one knows how he’ll respond (2023 started off great)

Surgery in Feb… I accidentally re-opened my stitches in March and never felt it happen

Harassment at work that eventually resulted in someone being banned… and the cops being called

First ocular migraine, which happened at worked and scared the shit out of me

First emergency at work that required a 911 call. (The officer that responded before the paramedics seriously looked like Dick Grayson. While my tech saw him too, I’m not convinced he was real)

I cut my finger open on a sword and had to get stitches. Don’t worry about it. I don’t

Trying to be emotional support for friends when online stressors kicked into high gear

Surprise DA inspection at work

Surprise FBI visit at work

Nearly getting caught up in a landslide in Scotland while on vacation (weird things like this are not abnormal when I travel. Also saw something weird in Loch Ness that same day. I think it was just a log though)

People saying disparaging things since I don’t particularly fit into the normal mold of one of my fandoms

Massive depressive episode

Probable concussion from sword - don’t worry about it

Set off DA investigation 1 at work

Set off DA investigation 2 at work

Was part of a sting operation at work

Hosted friends from out of state and country (one of the few good things from 2023)

My cat sat on my laptop and damaged it

Harassment and banishment round 2

Family member died and another ended up in the hospital on the same day for unrelated reasons

My fencing studio closed and I’m not adjusting well to the new one

Bullshit from work that’s just been non-stop since I set up and opened a pharmacy for them.

Honorable mention from 2024: a fire sprinkler pipe froze and broke and ended up flooding my pharmacy in Jan

#Goshi’s thoughts #2023 sucked #like it was bad #but this is why writing was so hard #I just don’t have the energy or want to write at the moment #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover

[homeheroine]

Spider Medic Pt 1

Becoming Spiderman’s medic was not something you imagined for yourself when you started school at Visions Academy. Not to say you didn’t like the “job”, in fact you appreciated it. As a student who’s class schedule aimed for a future career in medicine, you accepted any type of hands-on practice you could get. Your fated first meeting with the new Spiderman was what thrust the job into your hands. 

——

“Hey uh… what did you get for the fourth question on the frq?” Miles asked leaning over to look at your free response packet. 

You and Miles were studying together for an upcoming physics test in a cafe near Visions. 

“Onnne sec.” You were lost in calculations trying to piece together a formula that would work for this specific problem. Humming to yourself as you scribbled, erased and typed in numbers and calculated variables. “Ah hah! I got it finally!” 

“Wait seriously?? The answer is correct? What constant did you use? How many variables were there?” Miles bombarded you with questions while trying to get a look at your scribbles and eraser marks. 

“Woah woah dude who said I was gonna give it to you?” You jokingly asked while snatching the paper away.

Miles gave you a sarcastic but a little defeated look. “You’re really gonna hold out on me like that? I thought we were studying together!” 

“We are studying together, this is not me giving you the answers.”

“You really like making this hard for me don’t you?” 

You smile at him, “I do my best.” You caved, picking up your pencil and moving toward his packet. “Here let me show you the equation.” Miles smiled and enjoyed the subtle invasion of his personal space as you leaned in to write on his paper. 

You and Miles have become instant friends when you started at Visions. You two often shared higher level science classes, given you both wanted to pursue a science related career, and you were often partners together for labs. It wasn’t too long until you became close friends and eventually began developing hints of romantic feelings for each other. It was only a touch of these feelings for a time, but as time went on and as more labs were assigned and more homework and more tests and more papers these feelings grew for the both of you. You were totally his type, he often thought to himself. Smart, witty, funny, super kind and always willing to help someone out. You even liked the same music! Miles enjoyed spending his time with you; he only wished there was a way to spend it with you outside of school related stuff. He had flaked out on plans you made together because of Spiderman stuff and he honestly didn’t want to endanger you. It’s almost as if trouble follows him wherever he goes. A sudden loud crash on the outside of the left cafe window only cemented this idea. You jumped at the sound looking through the window to your left and across the street. Had a van driven into a building? All the people walking had stopped for a moment to take in the view of this van that had embedded itself into the bank's glass entrance. Oh god was anyone hurt? You felt Miles stand up. What’s he doing? You didn’t take your eyes off the building, it seemed as though the whole cafe was watching to see what would happen next. Suddenly there was a loud bang and a crack of light blurred your vision and you turned away to shield your eyes. Turning back you saw smoke beginning to pillow out of the bank's windows. “Oh my god…” you murmured, “they’re blowing up the vaults!”. You watched as civilians began clambering out of the broken windows. I have to go help! You stood up and ran out the door without a second thought. Running and dodging between honking cars you crouched to the closest individual who ran out. They were covered in soot and were coughing. “Hey! Are you alright, have you been burned?” They shook their head. “Let me help you out of the way.” Easing them to a location a few meters away from the building you then took out your phone and called 911. As you spoke you approached the burning building. If someone else was trapped inside they wouldn’t be able to make it out in time for the ambulance. Ignoring all self preservation screaming in your mind you entered the building. This is a bad idea, this is a bad idea, this is a TERRIBLE idea. You continued on.  

Miles on the other hand had left the cafe the moment you noticed him stand up, his spidey sense already alerting him. He cursed at himself for not leaving the cafe the moment he felt something off. I left without saying anything to Y/N. I hope they aren’t mad, he thinks, What the hell Miles?? Keep your head in the game! Swinging onto the top of the cafe he glanced over the scene. Wait, is that Y/N? Are they going into the bank!? Shit! Not wasting another second he swung onto the scene. 

The front room was painted in black soot and furniture burned from the embers of the explosion. The ceiling had a gaping hole in it revealing the second floor. Debris from the ceiling had already fallen before you entered and the second floor was soon to come down too. You helped civilians as they passed by and as you got deeper into the wreckage you heard a cry. Quickly turning you saw the producer of the cry. A small child had their leg trapped under fallen debris. “I’m coming to help you don’t worry!” You hopped over a few debris obstacles and landed on your knees next to the child. They cried and hoisted their arms in your direction. “Help!”

Lodging your hands under the fallen structure you lifted with all your might. The structure made a cracking sound and more debris rained down behind you. With the little extra space you created the child was able to scoot their way out. They clung to you, trembling. By now the fire had spread significantly, you were surrounded by black smoke by the time you got the child free. You tossed them into your arms in an effort to make a quick escape from the building but as you ran forward sudden debris had fallen over the exit. “We’re trapped!” The child cried. “No we’re not. I’ll find us a way out.” Head on a swivel you found the only open path. Deeper into the bank. You coughed, the smoke invading your lungs. You had to move quickly. You ran the only way you could. There had to be a back door right? A fire escape or something?? Entering deeper into the building you heard voices up ahead. Others trying to escape? You ran toward them only to stop dead in your tracks. Up ahead were men with gas masks and possibly fire proof clothing, large bags and guns. They planned to use the fire as a way to keep law enforcement out while they stole any of the money that wasn’t burned. You guessed. What do they plan to do if someone is still in the building to witness their crime? Loose ends. You gulped, fearing what their use of firearms was for. You turned to run instantly only to be stopped once again but this time by the end of the barrel of a gun. The child shrieked and buried their face into the crook of your neck. You shielded the child. The dark clouds of smoke mirrored your dark predictions. Was this where you died? You coughed again. “Please let us pass.” Your voice brittle. The grunt turned and looked to his peers. He was met with a sideways glance and the grunt cocked the gun and fired. The child screamed. You closed your eyes anticipating pain or shock but nothing came. Peeking an eye open you looked to find you were swinging through the air?? “Don’t worry! Your friendly neighborhood Spiderman’s got you!” Relief washed over you as Spiderman swung you and the child out through the roof of the building and then bringing you to the sidewalk in front of the cafe. Placing your feet on the ground you brought the child to their feet. “Thank you Spiderman!” The child yelled looking excitedly up at the hero. You wrapped the hero in a quick embrace, one too quick for him to reciprocate, then quickly pulled away, “Yes thank you.”. He stood for a moment eyes wide. Surprised maybe? Shocked? Oh god should I not have done that?, you thought to yourself suddenly panicked again. “O-of course! That’s my job! Uhh saving the day and all that.” He laughed sheepishly. “I should uh get back to that job now… ” He turned toward the pillowing smoke of the building and looked back, almost hesitantly? “bye”. “Bye” you waved. A little awestruck. That was terrifying! But also really cool? What am I thinking! That was terrifying, period! You shook your head attempting to clear your mind. Crouching down next to the child you asked “are you ok? No burns no scrapes?” The child gave you an excited thumbs up. “Nope!” Clearly seeing the hero cured them of their previous fear, “Spiderman was so cool!!”. You smiled, at least they won’t be traumatized I suppose. “Let's find your parents shall we?”

Not too long after that did law enforcement, firefighters and medical teams arrive. By then spidey had successfully captured the burglars in some webs, leaving them for law enforcement to handle. After delivering the child back to their parents was when you decided to help any of the injured people get to the medical crew. Spidey also helped, running in and out of the building to find the rest who still remained inside. It was when you watched him carry a man who had injured both his legs to an ambulance did you notice the large gash that ran diagonally down across the outside of his arm. You squinted at it realizing it was a graze wound from the bullet that he saved you and the child from. “Thank you Spiderman.” The man shook Spidey’s hand. Shooting a web to depart from the scene, Spiderman waved goodbye. Before you could say anything to him he was already bounding between buildings really to leave. 

“Spiderman!” You called after him, catching his attention before he departed. 

“Oh hey it's you.” He dropped down in front of you. “Are you ok? Did you need anything? Have you seen an emt yet?” He bombarded you with questions reminding you of a friend from earlier that day.

“Me? I’m fine thanks to you. And so is that little kid.” He scratched the back of his neck and chuckled. 

“Like I said, it’s my job. But what you did…that was really dumb you know. Running into a smoking building like that.”

You smiled, embarrassed. “Yeah I guess so. I don’t know why I did it. I was worried if someone had gotten hurt and I didn’t want to just stand around and— ha well… it doesn’t matter. It was stupid you’re right.” You looked down, the concrete in the alley suddenly becoming oh so interesting. 

“I didn’t say it wasn’t brave though.” You peeked an eye up at him. He made a gesture with his hands “Still dumb, but brave. Don’t do it again.” You two laughed lightly at his father like scolding. 

You changed the subject, not being able to promise you wouldn’t put yourself in danger again to help someone else. “Did you see an emt? That gash on your arm is pretty bad. I think its from the bullet you saved me from.” His eyes widened and he quickly glanced over both of his arms. 

“Huh, I didn’t even notice.” He shrugged and glanced over at the emts a few meters away, “I don’t want to busy the emts. The people who were injured need more attention than I do.” You let out a frustrated breath at his nonchalant attitude. 

“Dude, that gash is gonna need to be stitched so deep.”

“I’ll be finnne.” He coos, “I’m Spiderman, I heal like super quick and stuff.”

“Clearly you don’t know anything about infection. And the scar that that gash will give you will be nasty.” Your face lit up as an idea crossed your mind. “What if I patch you up?” 

He laughed, “You?”

“Yeah I’m on the medical track at my school, I had to do a suture for a cut deeper than that for my midterm. And I’ll have you know I got an A on that.” He eyed you, cocking a brow, evident by the way the eyes of his mask moved.

“Ok an A minus, but that’s besides the point.” You confessed. 

He put his hands on his hips casually and laughed. “You’re funny, man.”

“Oh! and I owe you for saving my life. So there.” You smiled wider, happy you could make the hero laugh.  “Come please? Let me do this for you. You’re always helping everyone out, all of New York, all the time! Let one of us help you for a change ok?” 

Miles stared into your eyes, speechless. He was so touched. God why are you so nice Y/N? He thought. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Ok fine.” You fist bumped the air, cheering. “But only because you’re so nice.” 

“Hey I’m just paying you back, I take no joy in repaying the savior of New York. Not one bit.” You both smiled. 

——

What you thought would be a one time, “hey thanks for saving my life” kinda favor turned into regular appearances from the Spiderman. He would knock on your dorm window, followed by a “hey uh so something happened.” Or a “I maybe have gotten a little bit hurt.” Or even “not to bother you or anything buuuut…”. First a funny little favor became a ritual for you two. It was strange to you why Spiderman would put so much trust into a stranger, but Miles, he savored every moment. He loved the intimacy that came from the moments you two shared while you patched him up. Did he feel just a tad bit guilty for basically lying to you about who he is as well as essentially listening to private conversations that aren’t really meant for him? Pfft… yeah, like a lot. The light conversation slowly became deeper and more vulnerable as time went on and frankly he couldn’t stop coming to see you, even if the injury wasn’t that severe. 

You were seated behind him carefully taking the stitches out of his healed back while you conversed. 

“This healed up well Spidey. Seems you listened to my directions.” You smiled, happy with the work you had done.

“Yeah I guess, don’t wanna upset my favorite doc.” He quipped. “It’s hella itchy though, have anything to make it a little more bearable?”

“Sure thing, stop squirming so much so I can remove the stitches faster and apply something to help you with that.” You fake scolded. Miles ducked his head. “Sorry.” He murmured, feeling guilty suddenly. It had been a while of you helping him out and his guilt was beginning to take over. He wanted to tell you his identity so badly, to tell you how thankful he was of you. How he loved your intimate conversations and your caring touches as you patched him up. But most of all he wanted to tell you how he felt, the real feelings he’s been harboring for so long now.

“Hey Y/N-“ 

“All done!” Miles was suddenly interrupted by your cheer.

“Great. I’m glad the wound healed up so nice.” You chirped as you resterilized your tools. “You’ve really helped me improve my suturing skills. My teachers have even taken notice.”

“Haha yeah sure but I wanted to ask you-“

“Patching you up actually reminds me a lot of my study sessions with my friend Miles.” He sputters at your comment. Dramatically making hand gestures.

“O-oh-oh haha that’s really funny— ha, imagine that.” His voice dipped low towards the end in an attempt to cover up his actual voice. “So uh, what do you think of this Miles?” He tried to ask causally.

You raised an eyebrow at his reaction, confused but you didn’t press him about it. “Miles? Well he’s great! Super funny and really smart. He’s such a great guy to be around but he’s changed since we first met.”

His face warms hearing you speak so fondly of him. “Changed? What’d you mean?”

You sighed, “We used to hang out and study together all the time but lately I feel like he’s been avoiding me. He leaves early on our study sessions, he gives me lame excuses for flaking out on plans and honestly I’ve just been seeing him less.” You sighed again, a little sad now. “I just think— I’d know maybe… maybe he doesn’t like me anymore—.”

“NO.” Miles’s voice sounds boldly into the room. Both his and your eyes widen at his sudden unfiltered reaction, he backtracks. “N-NO WAAAY, no way! I can’t believe he would do something like that! He’s crazy!” He’s sweating now. 

“Right…” You answer, really confused now. 

Fuck! That was so weird Miles! He berates himself mentally. There’s a pregnant pause before you declare you’ve finished removing the stitches. Getting up from behind him, you head to your desk where you begin sterilizing and putting away your tools. “It’s probably be best if you get going, it’s pretty late and its school night.” He hums something you figured to be a “yes” while zipping the top half of his suit back up. Heading over to your window preparing to open it he hesitates, looking over his shoulder to you. You see him do this, confused by his strange demeanor today you question him. 

“Is everything alright? You seem… off.” 

Miles pauses, debating on throwing his worries at you or just straight up leaving and never coming back. The concern on your face eating at him. Growing his guilt even more. I don’t deserve their worry or their care. And they don’t deserve to be lied to. He rubs the bridge of his nose through his mask. “Ouch.” 

You raise an eyebrow. Miles takes one glove off and reaches under his mask touching the bridge then pulling his hand back out. Blood? 

“Ok, now I really need you to tell me if you are alright.” You say, stepping closer to him. “Did you break your nose Spidey?” You are very close now, so much so Miles’ back begins to touch the cold window. He sucks in a breath, watching you with wide eyes. You reach out to touch his nose. Lightly tracing the bridge with your finger over his mask. “Hmm.” You barely notice the closeness, being so concentrated on diagnosing him through his mask. 

Spidey grabs your wrist gently. “You can uh.. “ he gulps, “you can look at it if you’d like.” Your eyes shoot up to his widening in surprise slightly. “Well I mean— if-if you have the time that is. You said it yourself, it’s late and it’s a school night. For you! Definitely not for me, I totally don’t go to school. Wait, no. I do go to school. I’m a teen like you. I have to. I mean, just not at Visions… I mean— not your school, ya know? Ha ha.”

You roll your eyes playfully and step back, pulling him to the same places you sat moments ago. Only now he faced the opposite direction. He faced you. You gathered your things and plopped down in front of him. Setting the things to the side you look at him, face morphing into a thoughtful but concerned one. “i’m happy to help Spidey but are you sure you're ok with this?, are you sure you… you trust me enough?” You muttered the last bit, “i don’t have any malicious intent, you know that, i hope, but i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“I could never feel uncomfortable with you.” Miles answers a little too quickly, he back tracks “w-well i mean, i-“ he bites his tongue. Why is he like this with you? “I trust you. completely. you wouldn’t do any of this if you weren’t a good person and we’ve been doing this for a while.” he smiles at the last bit.

You smile too, hardly able to look at him. It felt so good to hear that. Not only because you felt the same but because it quelled your insecurities about being a bad friend born from Miles’ avoidance of you. 

You look back up at him still smiling. “Before this gets too mushy, let your friendly neighborhood medic patch you up, again.” You chirp

Spidey chuckles, “sure thing doc.” You can hear his snarky expression through his voice. Though you tingled at the notion of finally being able to see, at least half, of that expression. 

Miles stares at you, soaking in your smile. You stare back, cocking a brow. “Should I take it off or should you?” 

Miles blushes hard, right my mask, “oh! Right! Sorry!” He fumbles with the bottom trying to get his gloved fingers under. Why is this so difficult all of sudden?? 

You gently grab his wrists, the same way he did to you earlier. “I got it.” You whisper, leaning in. You reach under his chin, fingers grazing his neck lightly. Miles’ skin lights up at the action. He swears you do it on purpose too, especially with the way you bite your lip in concentration. Slowly lifting the mask, you give him time to back out, revealing his face inch by inch. First his chin, lightly bruised but that’s to be expected. His lips, which he quickly wets before thinning out in a straight line, nervous probably, you assume. Then his nose, yup broken, swollen with a large bruise and a bloody scab. “It’s definitely broken pretty boy.” You muse turning to grab the damp and dry cotton swabs you prepared. 

He smiles. Oh god, his smile. You swoon, suddenly very aware of how handsome Spidey really was. Does he really smile like that under the mask every time? God that’s so unfair, covering such a great smile— wait…. his smile seems really familiar.  

Pretty boy… They called me pretty… They think I’m pretty? Miles is lost in a daze, heat coming to his face again while he relishes in the adjective.

You place the end of his mask just above the break so you can work on his nose. Scotching your knees against his you take a swab to his face and begin cleaning the bloodied cuts. 

Miles is highly aware of how close to two are and it’s driving him crazy. Do you even understand what you're doing to him right now? His crush, going on a year now, is sitting not even centimeters from his face and is fifty percent away from revealing his secret identity! He takes in a long breath attempting to calm himself down. That doesn’t help since the smell of your perfume wafts into his nose. His whole body stiffens up. There’s no mask to hide your face Miles! Don’t be weird!

You’re quiet as you work which is highly unusual to Miles. Usually you take a moment to assess the damage and you happily converse while you work. He’s worried, is this too weird for you?

If it’s possible for his body to get anymore tense, it does when you place a palm on the side of his face to steady him? Was he really moving so much that you had to put your hand on him? No… maybe they just wanted to touch me… Miles can’t handle such information nor how close your face got when you did that, you speak before he can. 

“This is probably a stupid request but… can I pull off your mask entirely?” You ask hesitantly. “It’s just, if I’m gonna do the rest.. I need to see more. W-well not see more of your face specifically, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, I mean see more of your nose… so I can work on it.” You stumble through your explanation, not even sure if you actually need more off or if you just wanted to see who he was. He was so familiar it was killing you. Who is this guy?

There’s a silent lull again. They need to know, I can’t hide myself from them anymore. Miles breathes out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and reaches for the rest of his mask. You watch silently. 

“Just don’t be too disappointed, okay?” He half jokes, adding the last statement more quietly, “or mad.” 

The mask comes off. An symbol so valued and loved or hated and feared suddenly forgotten. Revealing the person behind it all.

That hair, his eyes, the rest of his broken nose. Of course!

“Surprise?” 

“Miles!?”

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Girls Night Out

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: leaving Jack, Urban, Druski, and Clay in charge is bound to not end well lmao

Synopsis: First Lady's first girls night after having the triplets, and she has all the confidence in the world in her husband to keep everything running smoothly even if she is a little hesitant at first. Little does she know Jack is scared shitless. This escalates once he loses sight of two of his children.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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“Baby, I thought you were getting dressed?” Jack asked as he came up behind you, currently staring in the mirror attempting to fix your hair for the third time.

“I was…I am. I….just are you going to be okay with them? I feel guilty leaving you by yourself.”

“Stop worrying. And besides, I have Clay, Urb, and Dru so I won’t be by myself. You deserve this and you need to get out of the house.” Jack replied as he kissed your temple and you slowly nodded your head agreeing with him.

“But…”

“No. Worst comes to worst, I call 911.”

“Uhh, babe. I hope we don’t have to get to that point. I thought that you were going to say that you were going to call Maggie or my mom.”

“Same difference.” Jack replied while shrugging.

He was putting on a good front right now seeing as that he was scared shitless. He wanted for you to go out and enjoy yourself seeing as this would be the first time you’ve gone out since they had been born.

Jess and B had helped you pick out a new outfit seeing as they would be the ones taking you out for the night.

However, you had all the confidence in the world in him and knew that he would be able to survive without you since you’ve seen first hand how amazing he is with them.

You had slipped on your dress, but couldn’t help to pick apart everything that had changed since their birth and things that weren’t back to normal just yet.

Jack noticed it and came up behind you in the mirror to wrap his arms around you and placed his chin on your shoulder.

“You look gorgeous, baby. No wonder I put three babies in you.”

You immediately rolled your eyes before laughing as you turned your head to kiss him.

“But you can kinda see my stretch marks.”

“And? If someone says anything, I’ll beat their ass. Now hurry up and get downstairs before Jess and B come up in here yelling.”

“Yes, I know. We’re full of hot chips and bad decisions.”

You walked downstairs to see Clay, Urban, and Druski all scattered around the living room while the triplets were currently on the floor having tummy time. You could tell Axel was over it and went to pick him up first.

“DAMN, okay miss mamas. I see why Jack got you pregnant.”

“BYE Dru.”

“I’ll do it again soon too.” Jack replied and all you did was eye him as Axel was now playing with your necklace.

You placed a kiss on his cheek and handed him to Urban, while you did the same thing with Autumn who got handed to Clay, and Ivy who got handed to her father.

“Now you all be on your best behavior.”

“Axel is saying ‘we will mommy’.” Urban quickly answered while bouncing him on his lap.

“Oh. I meant the four of you, not them. I don’t worry about Clay seeing as he has the most sense, but… yeah I’m not worried about the babies. Please call me if you need me.”

“What the? We have sense!” Urb said trying to defend the three of them, but all you did was look at him with a tight lipped smile.

Druski didn’t say anything because he knew that lowkey you were right. 

“No, we aren’t calling you because we got this. Now go.” Jack said as he handed you your black Birkin and was trying to push you towards the door.

“Look, my triplets and my little baby better be in one piece when I get back or else.”

“WHAT? What about me? YOUR HUSBAND?”

All you did was give him a blank stare as you heard Clay stifle a laugh from behind you.

“SERIOUSLY?”

“Umm yeah so I love you and I’m leaving.”

“I love you too, and you have nothing to worry about.”

Now Jack had something to worry about.

It was only an hour in with watching the triplets when he came back in the living room and noticed Druski looking around frantically.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Jack asked while looking at him confused while opening a bottle of water.

“Sooo, five minutes ago there were three kids in here, now there’s only two.”

“WHAT?” Jack asked and he could feel his heart rate start to increase. 

“SHE WAS JUST THERE!”

Even though the house was baby proofed, you and Jack just never knew with the triplets seeing as their newest obsession was climbing over the baby gates. 

“AND NOW SHE’S NOT! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU LOST MY DAUGHTER. YOU HAD ONE JOB, ONE!”

“And your wife already thinks yall need supervision and she was proven right.” Clay added while Autumn was simply sitting next to him watching all of this go down.

“Shut it, Clayborn and you better not tell her either!”

“I’ll tell her if you don’t find them. Then she’ll have to divorce you and marry me.”

“I’m ignoring you.”

“You’re mad just because I’m right.” 

“SHE HAS THEM FAST LEGS FROM YOU. NO WAY IN HELL SHE GOT THEM FROM YOUR SHORT ASS WIFE.”

“OUTTA POCKET! YOU LOST IVY AND NOW YOU’RE COMING FOR Y/N? I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE CALLED NAS INSTEAD!”

“I mean… Y/N is on the short side.” Urb added, but now looked down to see  Axel wasn’t at his feet anymore like he was less than a few minutes ago.

“Oh um…”

“Urb, where’s Axe?” Jack asked, seeing as now the only baby in the room was Autumn.

“HE WAS JUST THERE!”

“I TOLD YALL ASSES THAT THEY CAN CRAWL AND TO KEEP THEM IN YOUR SIGHT AT ALL TIMES! BOTH OF YOU FIND MY KIDS, NEOW!”

“This is why I’m little baby and why your wife will always love me more.”

“Clay, not now. Just watch Autumn.”

“Yes, now! Have fun explaining to your wife how you lost not one, but two kids.”

As Jack, Urban, and Druski were scrambling throughout the house, Clay decided to put on Fast and Furious for him and Autumn to watch. 

Druski was checking underneath the couches

Urban was in the kitchen 

While Jack was on his way to the pantry when he saw what was on the television.

“CLAY! She is too young to watch that!”

“But she likes it! And you’re never too young for Dom Toretto. All about family, but you lost half of yours.”

Urban had just come back in the living room and heard what Clay had said and immediately laughed. 

“URB! WHERE’S AXE?

“Not in the kitchen, I can definitely tell you that.” He answered as he was now eating chips. 

“We need to find them before Y/N comes back!”

“Knowing her, Jess, and Blanca, they’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

“That was the case before we had children.”

Jack went back on his search when he opened the pantry and found Ivy eating some of her baby snacks and was as content as she could be. Jack then let out a sigh of relief, but he was only relieved for so long seeing as Axel was still nowhere to be found.

He quickly picked her while still allowing her to hold onto her snacks and went back into the living room. 

“Well look who found one of the lost children.”

“Clayborn, shut up.”

“I should call mom too and tell her about this.”

“DON’T YOU FUC-..... DARE! Just here, watch her.” Jack said as he handed Ivy to Clay who he put on the opposite side of him.

Just then Jack’s phone went off indicating a facetime call from you.

“Shit…”

“Answer it or I’ll tell her.”

“I swear I’ve been fighting for my life ever since your ass was born.” Jack replied to him before answering you.

“Baby! Why are you calling me?! I told you I got it and not to worry.”

“I’m worried! I can’t help it. Are all of you okay?!” You asked and he could see that you had your dessert in front of you which looked like a cheesecake of some sort.

“We’re fine, babe. Just watching movies with the babies.”

“Well I’m on my way back. You survived at least 2 and a half hours without me and I miss them.”

Jack could feel the panic start to set in. 

“Wait, what? Already? Babe, you can stay out longer and wait a minute…. you miss them and not me?!”

“I’ve been looking at you since I was fourteen, you can take a backseat for a while.”

“I swear between you, Dua, and Clay. That’s why I have gray hair now.”

“Love you boo bear! See you soon! I’m not far.”

“I love you too, mamas.”

Once you hung up, Jack simply sighed and looked at Clay.

“Soo, how long do we have before she gets back?”

“25 minutes at the most, but with the way she drives, make that 12.”

While Clay stayed in the living room, the rest of them continued with their search.

“Urb, how much time do we have left?” Jack asked while looking over at him. 

“She should be here in five minutes so you better make your son appear.”

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO LOST HIM, NOT ME!”

“And I’m telling my bestie that it was you. You know you two are my parents too and that I need to be supervised at all times.”

“Oh like the time they left you at wingstop?”

“Dru! Not now!”

“Yeah, dark times and I never plan on letting them forget it either. I was ready to get put up for adoption.”

Just then, Jack went over to where the golden girls were and saw Axel terrorizing Blanche and quickly picked him up. He was thankful that she hadn’t bitten him and could only imagine how you would have had some choice words for him if that happened. The huskies were now full grown and one wrong move could come with a lot of bad consequences. 

“Axe, how did you even get over here and get over the gate?!”

All he did was look at him and laugh as all three of them walked back into the living room.

“I’m never babysitting with you again, not until they’re ten. At the very least.”

“Whatever wifey asks you, we NEVER speak of this.”

The door quickly opened and you made your way inside to see that everyone was still in one piece.

“Hey, I brought back food! Looks like the little baby and my triplets are okay, so I guess you can survive without me.” You said while reaching up to kiss Jack and quickly taking Axel away from him.

“I told you that we would be fine.”

Clay then stifled a laugh which earned him a smack in the back of the head by Jack. 

“I knew you could do it, I had nothing but confidence in you the entire time.”

“At least one of us did.” Dru muttered and Jack shot him a look.

You then looked over at Clay and was confused and he was wondering what was going on and why you were looking at him that way.

“Y/N, you okay?” 

“Clay, where’s Autumn?”

“Oh fuck. Not again.” Jack said and you immediately turned to him confused.

“What do you mean not again? Baby, what are you talking about?”

“Umm, nothing, babe. Just go get comfortable while we look for her.” Jack said as he kissed your forehead and took Axel from you.

You were hesitant, but you did as you were told. Once you were up the steps and out of earshot, Jack glared at Clay.

“She was just there!”

“SAVE IT! And help me find her before Y/N comes back down here!”

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[feyhunter78]

Chapter Sixteen - You're awake and feeling a bit sick, luckily Miguel is there to take care of you, but why did you fall sick in the first place?

Ch 17

You wake up freezing, fatigued, and to the smell of fragrant beef and soft singing. It’s a Spanish song, one you’ve heard playing dozens of times in Mama Rosa’s, but you don’t recognize the voice. Did you leave the TV on or—fuck, is someone in your apartment? You’re in pajamas, throw blanket over your body, phone plugged into the charger and—and you’re not wearing any underwear.

The singing stops, and you freeze, should you pretend to be asleep? Try to grab your phone and dash to the bathroom to call 911?

“Y/N? Are you awake?” Miguel’s voice floats down the hallways, calm, unhurried, and the tension leaves your body.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, give me a second.” You call back, wrapping your blanket around yourself as you grab clothes to change into. You can’t just walk out into your kitchen half naked, not with Miguel in there. Though the thought is tempting.

“No rush, you were pretty tired, I think you might be getting sick.” He says.

He’s a sight to see, the expanse of his broad back, sunkissed skin littered with small scars, muscles taut, flexing as he sections off a large pot of stew into your colorful Tupperware.

Is it cheesy to say he takes your breath away? It definitely is, but when he turns to face you, warm brown eyes filled with concern, you don’t really care.

“My sister-in-law’s recipe, guaranteed to help you regain your strength.” He says, holding a large wooden spoon towards you. There’s a faint wisp of steam rising from it, and you lean forward, blowing lightly on the stew before taking a small bite.

Miguel’s eyes follow every movement of your lips, waiting expectantly.

“Wow…this is really good.” You say, it’s a perfect harmony of meat and spices, a hint of tomato, a dash of bay leaf, and the warmth of the broth banishes any leftover chill from your bones.

He smiles and puts the lids on the Tupperware before popping them in your fridge. “I’m glad you like it.”

You fiddle with the ends of your shirt—Miguel’s shirt you realize, eyes cast down, nerves overtaking you. “Did we…we didn’t do anything last night, right?”

He shakes his head. “No, we were in the elevator…kissing…and then you collapsed. I carried you back here and laid you on your bed. Once I was sure you weren’t going to die, I came out here to make you something to eat.”

“Ah, okay, well that’s not super embarrassing or anything.” You slide onto one of your bar stools, resting your arms on the faux marble counter, before resting your head on your arms as you watched Miguel move around your small kitchen. It barely had room for two people to be in it at one time, and with Miguel’s size? Yeah, sitting at the bar is a better idea.

The marble is cool against your skin, and Miguel places a steaming bowl of stew before you. “It’s not embarrassing.”

“Says you.” You can’t help but be embarrassed, you’ve dragged him through so much, and then you pass out while kissing him? And now you’re here, sick, tired, and he’s making you a whole meal in your own kitchen.

You’re just asking a lot of me here, y/n, and I’m not even getting anything in return. Todd’s words echo in your mind, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess, I feel so bad that you had to do all this for me, I’ll be fine if you want to go home, seriously.” You stare into your bowl, stirring it slowly.

Warm brown skin invades your peripheral vision, accompanied by Miguel’s voice that’s somehow warmer than the soup in your hands. “I want to be here, with you.”

“I don’t want to be a bur—”

“You’re not.” He cuts you off. “You’re not a burden y/n, you’ve never been a burden, not to me.”

You blink rapidly as your vision swims, salty tears threatening to burst forth. “You’re sweet.”

“It’s easy to be sweet to you, it’s easy to be with you, even when you’re passed out.”

You shoot him a look, and he chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. “Sorry, sorry, that sounded creepy. I just meant that I never tire of you. Even when you’re not talking, or sleeping, or just working next to me, I never find myself wishing I was somewhere else, or with someone else, I’m always happy to be with you.”

“Shut up…” You whine, trying not to cry into your stew. “That’s like the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

He crooks your head up with one finger, cooing softly when he sees the tears on your lashes. “It’s true y/n, I’m never bored of you, and I don’t think I ever will be.”

Weird way to propose but yes. You joke to yourself internally, biting back a smile. “I’m never bored with you, either.”

A wave of dizziness comes over you, and you squeeze your eyes shut, eyebrows furrowing as you lean into his touch.

“Eat, you’ll feel better soon.” Miguel urges, smoothing his large hand over your hair and down your back soothingly.

You finally get Miguel to leave hours later after you’ve eaten your fill and are no longer shivering. He presses your palm to his lips, make you swear to call him if you feel faint again, and you watch him walk away.

Once you shut the door, you lock it and sprint to your room, closing the door behind you and sitting down in your rolling office chair. You tap your nails on your cream-colored desk, laptop whirling softly as your fingers hover over the keyboard. Finally, you pull up your browser, the empty search bar staring at you expectantly.

You remember now, the feel of his teeth in your skin, the rush of blood, how you were helpless against his strength, how the pain faded into unexplainable pleasure. Miguel has always been odd, and yeah you saw him necking with Cheryl, which definitely could’ve been him…drinking her blood? Was it a kink thing? Was he secretly a serial killer playing the long con?

You vaguely remember the feel of his lips dancing across your skin, his hips against yours as you slept. Should you have been afraid of him then? You’ve never been afraid of Miguel, maybe a little intimidated by how attractive he was, but never afraid.

Hot man, never eats, bites necks, talks fancy, family in Romania? You typed, feeling stupid even as you did it.

A variety of random things came up, and you deleted your search, trying to refine it.

Handsome, Romania, mesmerizing eyes, bites neck, never eats regular food?

Is My Boyfriend a Vampire? Was one of the first things that popped up, and you pushed away from your desk. “Fuck this.”

You get up, shaking your head as you pace around your room. “There’s no way, there’s no way, vampires aren’t even real, that girl is probably just crazy.”

But curiosity killed the cat, and you return to your laptop, skimming the article, then another, then another, until you’re on a Wikipedia deep dive and your stomach churns uncomfortably.

Is Miguel a vampire???? No, no, you’ve seen him out in the sun, you’ve seen him wear a cross…actually no you haven’t seen him wear a cross, and he avoids Gladys who does wear one. But you’ve definitely seen him in the sun! He has beach photos; he came to the company picnic!

You type, can vampires be in the sun, into your search bar. Daywalkers, Cullens, Sunblessed there are dozens of names for them, it’s apparently possible, some vampires can be in the sunlight. Slumping back in your chair you run your hands down your face, memories of his weight, of his skin against yours as you lay half-conscious rising to the top, no longer content to be ignored.

You saw him in your dream, dressed in dark trousers, with a slightly worn evening coat, half off his shoulders, the buttons on his waistcoat undone revealing a thin linen shirt that you longed to tear off him. His hair was perfectly coiffed, his ascot still knotted with your fingers around the knot, using it to pull him closer with an animalistic hunger. It felt so familiar, you could smell the sweet scent of tobacco on his clothes, see his pulse pounding in his throat, hear his silken voice moaning your name over and over again.

You cup the side of your neck, anxious, mind going a million miles an hour, and your fingertips catch on the still healing puncture wound in your neck. They come away slightly bloody, and you shiver. Blood didn’t scare you; you were an M.E. for goodness sakes but the sight of two pinpricks, crimson and fresh chilled you to the bone.

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[princessamericachavez]

on the ‘accidental’ buddie

I have to laugh at these 911 writers trying to play coy, giving interviews saying things like “well we didn’t really intend to play into [Eddie’s strong reaction towards Buck’s death/parallels to the well/etc]” because, like, as someone who’s worked on audiovisual that’s not how the production of a tv show works??

What I mean by that is that his episode, and particularly that last call, was filled with a lot of deliberate choices. 

And I mean choices. Choices were made. 

Because someone decided that both Buck and Eddie would be wearing red harnesses for this event. See how Chim isn’t harnessed? Even when he thought he’d be the one going up? That is a choice someone made in the costume department. To have Buck and Eddie tied together by a red string [of fate]. 

That take of Eddie being the one to secure Buck’s harness to the line that would eventually save his life? A CHOICE. And I mean that in the most literal sense of the word. Not only was it in the script (hell, maybe it wasn’t, heavens know things change from the page to filming), but someone in the photography team chose to frame a close-up to it, to take it (and believe me with how expensive those rain effects must have been, they were not doing just ‘any take’ lightly). And- and!! Someone from post-production chose to edit it in. Chose to have it there. 

Eddie and Buck getting hit by the same lighting rod? A CHOICE. And the show runners can shrug all they want and say it only made sense because Eddie was manning the controls but who put him there? When you are writing, you are not leaving things to chance. You are creating a coherent narrative. Things don’t just ‘happen’. 

And sure, yes, I will bite and say Ryan’s performance knocked it out of the park and maybe wasn’t like that on the script. He gave it his all because he knows his character. To say it just ‘happened’ is to undermine his capacity as an actor to make choices both in voice and physical that tell the audience something. Acting is about being hyperaware of those things. 

You wanna know what is intentional, though? The way that scene is edited. THINK ABOUT IT. We see the lightning hit. We see Buck fall. We see the team’s shocked reaction to it. We’ve even seen Buck’s hanging body at this point. And yet, the camera stays on what? On Eddie. On Eddie getting up. On Eddie not seeing. On Eddie ready to get back to usual. And we get that close up —remember what I said about them not wasting on useless takes due to budget?— WELL we get to Eddie and we see his face, we see his reaction. And we go back to Buck. And we’ve already seen it! WE know! But Eddie doesn’t. Up until that moment, it doesn’t hit. And it’s then, it’s when it hits Eddie, that the music picks up and the story keeps moving. 

And let me ask you: why? Television is an audiovisual medium. You use image, sound, and dialogue to create the story. It’s multi-lingual. It’s not just what’s in the script. It’s how you film it, it’s how you edit it, it’s which directions you give the actors and what you choose to use once it’s only you in the editing room with tons of footage. This story they are telling it’s a very very deliberate choice that involves a lot of people (costume, actors, cameras, editors, sound, marketing). 

So when we see Eddie try to pull Buck back up, screaming, before he switches to letting him down? That’s a choice made in several steps along the way, red string and all, for it to get to your screen. When we see Eddie push Bobby out of the way to get to Buck, when we see Bobby pull him back, when we see Eddie looking back twice at Buck’s unconscious body and wipe his face before he gets into the ambulance? Choices, choices, choices, so many choices made by several people who had a ton of options, takes, versions, and chose to go with this one. 

So, I’m sorry, but I cannot, for the life of me, take the writers/showrunners seriously when they say things like “well, I don’t think we really leaned into that on purpose”. JESUS CHRIST. Either stop playing coy or admit you suck at your job and don’t understand the process and that you are underestimating everyone working on this project! 

And, just to be clear, I do not think that’s the case. I believe they are trying to play coy to keep people guessing their intentions. It’s just frustrating because I don’t think they realize that to anyone with a minimum background in audiovisual storytelling... they are just making themselves look bad at their job (when they probably aren’t!). 

(WHERE IS THEIR PR DEPARTMENT?!)

#buddie #911 fox #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #sofia's nonsense #sorry i've been thinking about this rant ALL DAY since i read the interviews #as a film major this BOTHERS ME #911 spoilers

[mazzystar24]

I dont know why but I want a à certain scene to happen. If you don't mind me exposing it to you.

Imagine they are on a call someone is lost on a lac or smt and they need both in land help and in the sky help. Buck and Tommy are in the helicopter and the rest of the 118 are on land. They spot something on the lac and it's the victim nearly drowning or being pulled under (maybe in a car sinking or smt it's 911 honestly I can be wild at times). And instead of taking the time to land properly or for the 118 to get there. Buck realise their ain't time and he just jump, scarring the shit out of Tommy but also the team see him jump and instantly know it Buck. Of course Eddie straight up go for buck like the devil is on his back and while Buck rescue the victim eddie is the one rescuing Buck cause that man ain't superman. That's when Tommy realise that buck is a bit reckless (still love Bobby's saying that he rush in where angels fear to tread) and second that eddie and buck is way more then he thought. And of course Eddie is gonna lecture buck then so will Bobby once he gets to him.

This is in no way an idea to be mean to Tommy cause he is a nice opportunity for buck and honestly with how much they really told us that he won't stay, no wedding bells and all that. Without mentioning the flushed faced grinning Ryan telling us they get closer then ever while knowing bi buck was a thing. So buddie end game and it got me to that idea that I desperately wanted to share. And you've answered a couple of my ask with kindness so I hoped that this idea would at least please you 🥰

Insert write that down write that down meme

I would so read this ngl like seriously sounds so good

Something about protective Eddie is just scumpdiliumptious to me 🫡

Also buddie saving eachother is always just *chefs kiss*

Thanks anon!!🫶🫶

#911 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 abc #911 fox #evan buck buckley #911onfox #911 spoilers #asks #asks open #send asks #answered asks

[icemankazansky]

icemav again but with somesort of lifeguard au?

Thanks for playing!

I'd say I'm sorry for this, but I'm not. It's also waaaaaaaay more than three sentences. (We all knew I could not stick to that rule.)

Over drinks and dessert, Bradley’s girlfriend, Phoenix, asks how they met.

Ice teases the edge of his tiramisu with the tines of his fork.  “I was on the swim team in high school—”

“You captained the swim team in high school,” Maverick counters between bites of Ice’s dessert.

“—and we all made money for tournaments and stuff lifeguarding the pool during gym classes or free use or whatever.”

“You were very cute with your red shorts and whistle,” Maverick adds.  “I transferred to Ice’s school at the beginning of the year, like the calendar year—”

“Spring semester,” Ice says.

“Yeah, spring semester.  So I was brand new in the middle of the school year.  I didn’t know anyone, but I saw Ice at the pool.  When he was lifeguarding, yeah, but then I started coming in early and watch him swim laps before school.”

“That’s very normal and non-stalkery behavior of you, Pops,” Bradley says.

Ice cuts in before Maverick can take the bait.  “I was really busy.  I was taking a full load of AP classes, and I had a bunch of extracurriculars—”

“I don’t blame you at all for not noticing me,” Maverick says.  “It probably would have helped if I had, you know, spoken to you.”

“But you didn’t,” Ice says.  “You had a different … plan.”

“Look,” Maverick says seriously, gesturing dramatically with his spoon.  “You were beautiful and gorgeous and perfect and so fucking smart—like scary smart—and I wanted to know you and date you and kiss you and—”

“We may be getting slightly off-topic,” Bradley says.

“Right,” Maverick says.  “So, I needed him to notice me in a way that didn’t involve me putting my foot in my mouth in front of a large audience.  So I came up with a plan.  A great plan!”

“Was it?” Ice asks, arching an eyebrow.

“A great plan,” Maverick repeats.

“So one day, I’m lifeguarding,” Ice says.  “And I notice someone in trouble.  Splashing around like this is the first time they’ve ever been in the water.  I get up, go to check, and then they go under, and there’s no more movement.  So I blow my whistle and tell people to move, and I jump in and pull this poor guy up onto solid ground.  He’s limp.  Not moving.  Eyes closed.  I get him laid out on his back, check his vitals.  He’s got a pulse, but his chest isn’t moving.  No breathing.  So I designate someone to call 911, and I start mouth-to-mouth.  Airway is clear.  I pinch his nose, tilt back his head, seal my mouth over his.  I give two breaths, and his chest inflates and deflates like it’s supposed to.  I check the pulse again, and it’s fine.  But he’s still not breathing on his own.  So I presss my mouth to his to give him two more breaths, and he grabs my ass and sticks his tongue in my mouth.”

Phoenix chokes on her drink.  Bradley starts laughing in big, braying guffaws; he’s heard this story many times before, and was holding in his laughter until the punchline, and it all comes out at once.

“What?!” Phoenix asks weakly once she’s composed herself.

“I told you, I had a plan,” Maverick says.

“You drowned yourself …?” Phoenix asks.  “On purpose?”

“Of course not!” Maverick says.  He waggles his eyebrows at Ice.  “Not that you’re not worth it …”

“He held his breath,” Ice says.  “Once I figured out what was going on, I did something I’m not entirely proud of, but it was instinctual.”

Phoenix looks at him.  “So you …?”

“I punched him in the face.”

Bradley is giggling now.  Phoenix’s jaw is on the floor.  “And so you married him …?”

“And so I got sentenced to two full weeks of afterschool detention,” Ice says.  “Only I had extracurriculars after school three days a week, so I ended up having two days of detention a week for almost a month.”

“And you married him,” Phoenix deadpans.

Ice smiles.  “Maverick felt bad that he’d gotten me in so much trouble, so he came and spent every single detention with me.  At first, he was really withdrawn, apologetic and embarrassed, but I didn’t tell him to fuck off, so he kept coming.  Soon he decided it was his job to cheer me up, so he’d talk to me, tell me jokes, clown around.  He was funny and sweet.  And cute.  It didn’t take me very long to stop being mad at him.  I started actually looking forward to detention, because I got to spend two hours with Maverick in the back of the classroom with our 600-year-old history teacher asleep at the front of the room, and it kind of felt like just the two of us.  I waited until detention was over, and then I asked him to go on a date with me.  He agreed, and we had a great time, and that night I kissed him properly for the first time, and things just kind of … kept growing from there.”

Maverick takes his hand, running the pad of his thumb across the simple gold band he slid onto Ice’s finger the day Ice agreed to love him, always.  To belong to him, always.  To go where he goes, always.

“Thirty-six years and counting,” Maverick says, and looks at his husband like he’s the only thing in the world.  Ice looks back, beaming, weaving their fingers together.

“You’re insane,” Phoenix says, dumbfounded.  “Possibly literally.”

“They’re in love,” Bradley says.  “And if we sneak out while they’re still gazing into each other’s eyes, they’ll pay our check.  Don’t worry; we have plenty of time.  Finish your dessert.”

#asks answered #fic memes #top gun fanfiction #icemav #my writing #also there's some peripheral brace if you're into that sort of thing #and why wouldn't you be

[matan4il]

911 ep 705 first watch reactions

Of course 911 would "punish" the "You are the boss of you!" guy with an alien hand that attacks him, and does what it wants. Pooor Buck and Eddie paying the price for that...

Okay, love the storyline with Hen and Karen possibly eventually adopting an older girl. Too many shows just find easy, unrealistic ways to give their same sex couples kids, and I am really glad that 911 shows the reality of it, and that it is a more complex struggle for many, that it's an act of continuously choosing to be parents. That's actually an amazing, difficult thing, and it should be faithfully depicted and respected, for all of its heartache, and the little moments of triumph.

Buck and Tommy on a date, and Eddie comes along with Marisol? Love how Buck's bisexual awakening and coming out continues to involve Eddie so much. Tell me they're end game, even if they're not gonna get together right now, without telling me they're...

I did not need to learn Marisol is moving in with Eddie like this, with any build up, or even any sort of insight into the relationship, and nope, that does not bode well for them. IDK how 911 managed to do it, but they have somehow managed to give Eddie a love interest the show is even less invested in than Ana.

And the funniest bit, is that Marisol and Eddie's big development is only there to further Buck's journey anyway.

"You can never have too much closet space" LMAO the way 911 both made me laugh, and feel sorry for poor, baby bi Buck. XD

Hmmm. Were parts of this scene cut out? We don't get to see Eddie on his own date with Marisol, but constantly looking over at Tommy and Buck? Boo. I'm glad we at least got the BTS photos, then. But seriously, why!? That was gonna be so delicious.

Oh, Tommy's breaking up with Buck. I mean, good for him, and he ain't wrong after Buck's "after this, we're gonna go out looking for chicks" reaction, but man do I feel sorry for Buck. Him and Tommy might not be my end game (Buddie forever will be), but I do think this relationship could be good for our baby bi. Tommy being in the same profession, knowing what it's like to have this gap between who you are and the image of guys in your line of work, plus he's got more experience than Buck, is sure of himself, can help our boy figure himself out, and also Buck obviously does like his vibe. He deserves to be with someone he actually likes, not just the first woman willing to be with him that the plot pushed in his way.

Oh, baby Buck. :( You didn't even tell Maddie about Tommy. You really aren't ready it. But also (and as a Buddie shipper, more importantly), Tommy broke things off with Buck, but what is eating him up, is that he lied to Eddie. XD Yeah, this gonna end with wedding bells, sooner or later. On screen, off screen after the show ends with canon Buddie, or only in my head if 911 never dares make Buddie canon, I don't care. That kind of emotional devotion is not something that my hopelessly romantic heart can ignore.

OMG, this is how Buck comes out to Maddie? XD Via random pronoun mention, and as a by product of trying to figure out how to tell Eddie the truth? This is hilarious. lol It really makes it clear that, after all, the issue for Buck really isn't people knowing he is also dating guys (or checking their asses), even when it's the other closest person in the world for him, it's Eddie. Specifically. Buck's ready, even if he doesn't have the exact clear words yet, he's just not ready to tell Eddie. Can't imagine why. XDDD

What was that awkward post-sex scene with Eddie and Marisol? And the issues with her moving in are popping up a second after she has. But yeah, we have no idea who this woman is as a person, she's been a cardboard cut out so far, and then one of the first things we do learn about her, is that she would call her stuff better than Eddie's? Once again, this is not the stuff great romance is made of. Or... even just the stuff any kind of romance is made of.

Wait, Marisol was a nun, and Eddie didn't even know!? This whole ep is telegraphing in the news of how weird and awkward and underdeveloped this r/s is, not just for us as viewers who know nothing about Marisol, but apparently for Eddie as well.

And of course his Catholic guilt is gonna kick in now. I'd care, except 911 has given me absolutely no reason to. Seriously, I care more about Buck and Tommy after just 2 eps, than Eddie and Marisol, even though this is technically her 2nd season on the show.

Of course Buck went to find Eddie, and spotted him at the gym. Forever 201 vibes, with Eddie being the focus of Buck's attention. ^u^

I couldn't care less about Eddie's Catholic guilt crisis, and how it's actually a projection of what his real issues are with Marisol, but it's nice to see that as always, Buck's the one who can tell when something's off, and offer Eddie exactly what he needs (even when that's to talk to someone else, but Buck figures out immediately who the right person to address is), and then they just very naturally switch, because Eddie can also tell when something's off with Buck, and he wants to tell him something. Soulmates. THAT is the stuff that great romance IS made of.

:/ The imagery of Catholic nuns has not been around for over 2,000 years, please stop being ignorant about your own religion, and the very different way it looked in its early days.

Bobby is forgiven, he does give good advice, and his "her ex, the Lord" bit, which prompted that reaction from Eddie, is hilarious. XD

So... when Eddie is having issues with Marisol, he already knows he has to figure out how he feels about her, but instead of doing so, he goes to his safe place... Buck's loft.

Man, Eddie being into Tommy's choice of avoidning relationships with women, and hanging out with boys, after in the past, Eddie had dealt with his Shannon issues by running away from her, and re-enlisting in the army, where he gets to hang out with boys, when we all (Buck included) know why Tommy's "hanging out with boys"... I do like that if they want to (and hopefully they do), this further lays the groundwork for Eddie's own queer realization.

Buck and Eddie helping each other with their respective romantic problems, without realizing they are each other's respective romantic solution is gonna make me chew on my own fists. Again. But I'm not even a little bit surprised that Eddie was totally fine and accepting of Buck being bi, or that the first thing he thought of is how this reflects on them. Because their friendship IS way deeper and closer than normal for platonic friends, and Eddie's little reassurance is also an admission of that.

Man, for a second I was worried they also cut out Eddie in the loft, once more putting his thumb on Buck's pulse point possessively, in a perfect parallel to 303. I would have sued for emotional damages. But yeah, it says so much that the peak of emotional meaningfulness for Buck when coming out is in relation to Eddie, and that the scene itself peaks with Eddie, instead of finishing rushing out to take care of his own romantic business, hurries back to Buck first, to hug him, place his hand on Buck and give him orders. "Sure, you're gonna be dating this guy, but I'm still your real husband."

Well, at least Eddie amitted to himself and Marisol that he doesn't actually know her. But... I have never seen two people being both being so happy about not moving in together, and I'm supposed to think this r/s has a chance? Okay. Suuuure.

The scene with Buck going to Tommy to set things straight ready for something was lovely, it was nice seeing him excited, and get to choose, and hear he's wanted. But since the note Tommy and Buck's storyline in this ep should have ended on, is Buck showing Tommy he's ready enough to let others know he's dating a guy by inviting Tommy to come with Buck to Madney's wedding, then why is the very next scene playing the romantic switch again, making us think Buck's car just arrived at the wedding with him and Tommy, only for Buck and Eddie to walk in together? I see what you did there, 911.

Thank you for reading! If you're looking for more, you can find my s7 reactions tag here, and more of my Buddie meta and content in my pinned post. xoxox

#911 spoilers #911 #911 abc #911abc #911 on abc #911onabc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 meta #chimney han #maddie buckley #bobby nash #tommy kinard #911reactions #9-1-1 #henren #madney #118 firefam #fire family #hen wilson

[gunilslaugh]

Hi I love your work it’s so unique and creative! I was wondering if you could do when where XDH has a soulmate who tends to pass out easily, how they would react the first time, and how they would care for them? Or possibly how they would care for someone with a health condition? I pass out easily and it sucks sometimes and I was wondering how it would seem or look if someone wrote about it!🤗 thank you!

Hello thank you I'm glad that you like my work! I hope I wrote your request well.

Disclaimer: I'm no health specialist, so I apologize for any inaccuracies that may be in this.

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Summary: Xdinary Heroes reaction to finding out their s/o has a health condition (faints easily). [idol/non-idol au]

WC:~1.4k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Gunil takes your health condition very seriously. The first time you fainted in front of him he just about had a heart attack. He was so concerned about you. 

The two of you were hanging out in his room. He was sitting over at his desk working on something while you made yourself comfortable on his bed. You came across a post that excited you and popped up from the bed in excitement to go show Gunil.

“Look at thi-” Mid sentence you the room went black. Gunil is throwing himself up from his chair to catch you before you hit the ground.

“Y/n! y/n!,” Gunil frantically called your name as he held you in his arms. He moves to place you on his bed. He presses his fingers to your neck to feel for your pulse and lets out a big breath of relief when he finds it. He goes to get a wet cloth and gently pats your face with it. Your eyes slowly start to open.

“Gunil,” you say once you come to. 

“Y/n. What was that? You scared me so bad.” He carefully pulled you into his embrace. You proceed to explain to him about your health condition. Ever since then he has paid extra attention to you. Trying his best to help you manage your health condition.

Jungsu

You passing out in Jungsu’s arms definitely wasn’t the way Jungsu anticipated you greeting him. It had been a while since the two of you had last seen each other. Both of you finally had the time to see one another again. When Jungsu texted you that he was outside your door you couldn’t contain your joy as you ran to the front door throwing it open and then throwing yourself into Jungsu’s arm. It was a cute moment until Jungsu felt you go slack in his arms. 

“Y/n?” he called you. No answer. He pulled back, keeping his hold on you to discover that you had passed out. “Y/n!” he shouted your name. He carries you over to your couch, laying you down. He places a pillow under your head. He debates if he needs to call 911 or not, but then he sees you starting to come to. “Y/n,” he softly said your name. One of his hands stroking your hair. 

“Did I faint?” you asked. Jungsu nodded. 

“Scared the life out of me,” he tells you.

“Sorry, my health condition makes me faint easily,” you informed him.

“I’m just glad that you’re ok.” Jungsu has you tell him more about your condition, so he knows exactly how to help you if something goes wrong. He becomes very attentive towards you. 

Gaon/Jiseok

One minute the two of you were jumping up and down in the kitchen. The next Jiseok is catching your limp body before you fall onto the ground. The pair of you were experimenting in the kitchen trying to figure out a dessert recipe. You guys had already failed twice before. However this time seemed to go well. It looked much better than your other two previous attempts. All that was left to do was taste it. You and Jiseok broke out into celebration, jumping up and down upon the discovery that it tasted good. That’s when you went down. 

“Y/n! y/n! Don’t tell me you just dropped dead!,” Jiseok panicked as he held you in his arms on the kitchen floor. First he shakily checked for your pulse. Letting out a huge sigh of relief, “You’re still alive.” He put his hand to your forehead, but it didn’t feel like you had a fever. Your eyes started to blink open. 

“We’re the kitchen lights always this bright?” You groaned. 

“Who cares about the kitchen lights? I thought you died!” Jiseok held you closer to him.

“Sorry, but I’m ok. I have a health condition that causes me to faint,” you tell him. 

“How come you didn’t tell me before? I was so scared.” Jiseok feels better now that he knows, but he’ll still be terrified if you faint again.

O.de/Seungmin

He was aware of your health condition, but somehow it didn’t help at all the first time he witnessed you faint because of it. 

Both of you were out taking a stroll. The sun was shining brightly creating a toasty warmth. It wasn’t too hot.  At least that’s what you thought, but your health condition apparently thought otherwise. Because you felt the loss of control over your limbs and the bright sunny day turned dark. One good thing was that you did happen to fall against Seungmin, who was quickly able to support you, instead of face planting or falling backwards. Seungmin appeared calm on the outside as he took you over to a shaded area. However he was greatly panicking on the inside. 

“Y/n, wake up please.” He gently tapped your cheek. It was probably only a few minutes, but to Seungmin it felt like eons before you opened your eyes. Once you were awake Seungmin was helping you sit up and offering you water. 

“I knew you said that there was the possibility of you fainting, but that was so much scarier than I thought it would be,” Seungmin confessed. 

“Sorry, I think you handled it well though,” you say. 

“You should tell me more about how to take care of you. I don’t want to not know what to do again.” Seungmin was serious about learning all about your health condition.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeongjun was having trouble processing exactly what just happened. Only some minutes ago you were convincing him to dance with you in the middle of your living room.

“Come on please? It will be fun I promise,” you pleaded. Hyeongjun couldn’t say no to you when you looked at him like that. He was a little stiff and awkward in the beginning, but then he started to loosen up. He had just spun you when suddening he felt the weight of your body pulling him, due to your linked hands from the spin. Hyeongjun went stumbling to catch himself and you. The two of you landed safely on the floor. Hyeongjun quickly grabs a pillow to support your head. He sits right next to you, trying to figure out what just happened and what he should do. He got an inhalant that was supposed to help when someone passes out. He held it up to your nose and soon enough you were stirring awake. 

“Oh thank god. What happened?” Hyeongjun helps you sit up. 

“It was probably because of my health condition it causes me to faint. Sorry you must’ve been scared.”

“Out of my mind. Are you alright? Should you go to the hospital?” You shook your head. 

“No, I'm alright,��� you reassured him. Hyeongjun has you tell him about your health condition while he holds your hands.

Jooyeon

At first Jooyeon thought that you were playing a joke on him. The two of you were bickering about what movie you should watch. 

“But y/n we’ve seen that movie like a hundred times, can’t you pick something else?” Jooyeon asked. 

“No, if I don’t watch it I will die.” you dramatically threw yourself against the couch. Maybe a bit too dramatically because your sudden action caused you to faint. 

“Haha, very funny,” Jooyeon remarked. “How about this one? Didn’t you say you wanted to see it?” Jooyeon questioned only to be met with your silence. He looks over to you still “fainted” “Seriously? Do you really want to watch that movie so bad?” Again you didn’t respond and now Jooyeon is starting to panic. He moves over to where you lay. “Y/n.” nudged you. “Y/n!” he said more frantically, shaking you. Realizing that you weren’t faking being passed out. “This isn’t funny. Fine, we can watch that movie just wake up!” With all his shaking you did start to come to. 

“Can you stop shaking me? My head is swimming,” you say. 

“Sorry,” Jooyeon immediately apologized. “But what happened? Why did you actually faint?” It was clear that Jooyeon was concerned. You went on to explain your health condition to him. Jooyeon never complained about you wanting to watch that movie ever again.

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[welcometololaland]

2023 in summary - slightly less productive than 2022, with way more speed bumps than usual (lying catatonic in bed for a month was not on the agenda, surprisingly). Here's to a better 2024!

Fandoms: I added to the chaos this year by jumping into Top Gun Maverick, but Ao3 tells me my beloved in 2023 was 911 Lone Star. I also wrote more RWRB fics, so that rounded out the holy trinity.

Total words (on Ao3) in 2023: 404,508 of posted fic (with a few thousand yet to go). 2023 pushed my total word count over 1 million 💜

Total words (unposted, in my Google Docs but written in 2023):

40k approx of Pet Store AU (co-write with @strandnreyes)

14k approx of Call Me (co-write with @rmd-writes)

44k approx of Eurotrip (although I think I only wrote about 15k of that in 2023).

3k of The Ring-In 2.0.

1k of Christmas fic.

31k of 10 Things I Hate About You AU.

11k of Product Placement.

so...like a LOT of unposted WIP.

Most recent fic: a long time ago (we used to be friends)

Longest fic: the fic above at 166k approx (my longest ever! for now...)

Top fic by kudos: Fifty First Dates (the oodie agenda reigns supreme)

Top fic by comments: Cursed is a State of Mind (cursed coffee is a hot topic)

Projects for 2024: Finishing something of the above? If my most recent RWRB fic does okay, maybe I'll dedicate my whole summer to Eurotrip? Idk. I keep running out of steam worrying it's going to be a flop lol.

What I want to read: SO MUCH. guys. I'm so behind. I'm so, so sorry. I need to finish Knave 3 by @liminalmemories21, the Gabriel fic by @wandering-night19, the prompt fills by @strandnreyes, first aid by @heartstringsduet, the angsty fic by @carlos-in-glasses, bottom carlos that came out the other day by @goodways, the food fic by @reyesstrand, fear kidnapped tk fic by @birdclowns, the boxing au (is it out yet?? i'm seriously so pathetic) by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and legit so many other things that are just not at the top of my mind yet. OH and i am frothing at the mouth to read accidental couples therapy firstprince by @cha-melodius and i heard that @cricketnationrise and maybe someone else wrote a fic about oodies?? @celeritas2997 send me the links!!!!!!! and the percy jackson au by @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- and @happiness-of-the-pursuit. also i never sat down and finished to build a home part 3 @freneticfloetry i owe you that please don't think i've forgotten!!! okay guys do you see how frantic my brain is now? please don't judge me i'm sure there's WAY MORE i'm just forgetting. everyone send me their reading lists!!!!!! i finally have time!!!!! also i'm gonna put @celeritas2997 sweet sweet voice in my ear and listen to her podfic to calm me down. OH AND ALL THE SNOWFLAKS (@everwitch-magiks @clottedcreamfudge @athousandrooms @dustratcentral @three-drink-amy @indomitable-love @villiageidiot @rmd-writes).

Lolaland over and out! (Maybe, maybe there is time in the year for a couple more thousand words...)

#lolaland writes #lolaland 2023 in review #mental breakdown hours #those were the days #hoping for a better 2024