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i-eat-worlds · 2 months

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🔪👨‍⚕️🧽🪣🔫🧤 for the ask game

thanks for the ask, nonny!

set during Alex’s time undercover with Zorland

cw: medical whump, pain, gun shot injuries, medical abuse/neglect, nausea, needles, narcotic mention, graphic depiction of surgery w/o anesthesia, probable medical inaccuracies

Alex watched the lights of Zorland’s back room as she was unceremoniously dumped onto the cold metal exam table. Her leg was throbbing, icy-hot pain emanating from the bullet burrowed in her thigh. It must’ve been bad, since they’d taken her straight to medical instead of Zorland. The room cleared out, and she waited for the unforgiving touch of the healer’s hands as he strapped her down to the table.

It didn’t come. Instead, someone else she didn’t recognize stepped into the room.

Was this some new test? Zorland poking and prodding further to see if she would break? Only time would tell.

“Did they just fucking leave you here?” They asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowing. There was a tired sigh, and then the sound of a stretching latex.

A face appeared in her vision. “Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?”

She laid there in silence for a moment, words caught in her throat. Normally, the healer didn’t ask questions.

“Shot. Left thigh,” she said, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice.

“Anywhere else hurt?” They patted their hands down her body, feeling around for other injuries.

She shook her head, resisting the urge to flinch at all the little touches. It would be over soon.

“Great. I’m going to take a look at your leg now, hun.” There was a firm hand on her ankle, and then her pants started to be cut away.

It took everything she had in her to not rip her leg away from the healer’s hands. Just because they weren’t the usual guy didn’t mean they wouldn’t report every whimper and wail back to Zorland.

“Bleeding’s stopped,” they noted in a tone that was almost upbeat. “I’m going to look for an exit wound now.”

Alex grit her teeth as the healer’s hands slid closer to her inner thigh, trying to ignore the deep feeling of wrong that rolled through her gut. They quickly inspected her leg, and she did her best to not inch away.

“I’m gonna start an IV, and then I’ll sort your leg.” The smell of alcohol wipes burned the air. “Any allergies, sweetheart?”

“No.” Not that she knew off, anyway. Still, it was odd that she was even asking. The normal guy rarely gave her anything, with the occasional exception of saline.

“I’ve no controlled, but I’ll do what I can for the pain.” They sunk the needle into the top of her hand.

Pain medication. What a fantasy that was. Zorland, apparently, drew the line at illegally acquiring narcotics.

“I’m also going to give you an antiemetic. My powers tend to make people feel nauseated, so it’ll help.” After the explanation, the healer quickly pushed the meds and moved on.

A blanket was spread across the upper half of Alex’s body. It wasn’t thick, nor was it very soft, but it was something. The back room was always freezing, so it was still appreciated. They let Alex down four ibuprofen, and they also set a bucket by her head, “just in case.”

How nauseous did her powers make people?

There was an awkward lull of activity while the healer prepared for the procedure ahead, setting out their tools, scrubbing their hands, and sliding on a new pair of sterile gloves.

Alex did her best to keep still while the healer worked. For some reason, the lack of restraints was jarring. It wasn’t that she liked them, it just felt wrong for them to not be there. Her wrists felt too light, and the lack of pressure across her hips made it feel like she was going to float away.

The ibuprofen started to kick in, though it barely made a dent. “This is going to hurt, there’s no way around it,” the healer said, almost apologetically. “It’s alright if you scream. If you need a break, just let me know, yeah?” As they spoke, they gently used a sponge to wash the dried blood away, then swiped betadine around the wound.

Alex wasn’t stupid enough to fall for that particular trick. At least the guy was nice enough to give her the rod, but she’d probably be able to pull through without biting her tongue off. Probably.

“I’m going to have to remove the bullet before I can heal you.” They spread a drape over her leg. “It’s going to suck but you’re going to be okay.”

In preparation, she wrapped her hands around the sides of the table, trying to steady her breathing. She’d had worse. She’d had so much worse.

The healer made the first incision, dragging the scalpel along the edges of the wound to widen it. Alex grunted, face twisting in pain as she dug her fingernails into the metal. Two fingers plunged into the wound, scissoring it open.

She just wanted it to stop.

Cold metal forceps dug into the wound, searching for the bullet. Her leg twitched on the table, a useless attempt to throw the healer’s hands o of her. “We’re nearly done,” they said, but Alex couldn’t really hear them.

They pushed further, until they finally stopped. “Got it.” They said, yanking the bullet out of the wound and dropping it on the floor. “All that’s left is to heal it.”

Darkness glimmered in the corners of her vision. It would be all too easy to just let go.

Fire ared in her leg as the healer started to work. “You’re doing great, sweetheart,” they said as Alex’s flesh slowly started to knit itself back together. Bile burned the back of her throat, and she reached for the bucket.

“I gotcha, just a little bit longer,” they said, voice soft. The sentiment was nice, but it was overshadowed by the absolute agony that was tearing through her. Her vision was lled with stars and spots, and she didn’t ght them as they clouded over and pulled her under.

The emptiness was home.

Taglist: @pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump @painful-pooch @rainbowsandwhumperflies

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autisticeducator · 7 months

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Imagine you’re a high school teacher, school nurse, social worker, or crisis counselor just trying to get through your school day with your students and you hear that a horrific accident happened nearby involving teens from a different county.

That actually happened yesterday. Many of our local high school teachers, social workers, school nurses, and crisis counselors left right after their school day and rushed to the local community college to provide food and grief counseling to dozens of teens who saw a bus with their fellow band members and director go off the road and down a 50ft ravine.

They helped these teens in a time of crisis out of the kindness of their hearts and they know as educators, it was the right thing to do.

Our fire departments, EMS, police departments, doctors, nurses, and educators all showed the true spirit of this county yesterday. Being there for anyone in need is what New Yorkers do.

Farmingdale, Orange County is with you in your time of grief and healing. We’re all Daler Strong.

If you have any spare funds, a GoFundMe has been set up for medical expenses (at the time of this post, 16 students and 2 adults are still in area hospitals, some in critical condition), funeral expenses for the two educators who passed in this horrific accident, and therapy expenses for this community who is grieving right now and the teens and chaperones who were on the bus involved and the other buses who witnessed the accident.

#daler strong #New York bus crash #tw dead mention #donate if you can

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profoundgayness · 5 months

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Having the world’s shittiest week right now

#my family is broke #my best friend has an aggressive form of brain cancer #there was a horrific bus crash that killed 6 people and injured 20 more of one of our neighboring school districts #and my dad just lost his job #really not seeing the point of life right now❤️❤️❤️#tw vent #tw cancer #russ speaks

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fabioquartararhoe · 1 year

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#this month a really horrible bus crash happened #and a girl lost her arms #our doctors put her arms back #and i just found out that our doctors performed the only bilateral arm replantation ever reported in europe and the second in the world.#sometimes i’m proud of this country #i’m so happy for that girl she is literally a child 😢#meli talks shit #tw injury #tw crash

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cyberstabbing · 1 year

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i hate it when my friends are in unsafe situations with men it scares me more than anything

#drug tw #both of my best friends have been grabbed shoved and harassed by men at bus stops #stalked by coworkers and customers alike #once my friend left the club we were at and two men forced them to snort a line when they said they were a recovering addict #literally held the line up to their face while the other guy held their face down #and now my friend is stuck crashing at a stranger's place she met a bar tonight #it's a long story but she's stranded in a random small town for the night bc of travel and visa issues #he's asleep now but tried to get her to drink and kept touching her #i hate men sm sometimes they make the world such an unsafe place #mine #we're talking and she's decided to stay awake until her morning bus comes

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determinedwriter · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023: Day 10: Broken Phone/Stranded

There’s a school trip to a Stark Industries facility today and Peter won’t stop looking at me and grinning knowingly. He’s so funny. And one of the only people who know that Tony Stark is my father.

This might be an awkward trip. At least Dad doesn’t go to the facilities very often and isn’t going to be there. But I do text him about it.

Ro: Guess where my field trip is today

Dad: Rome

Ro: Should have expected that response.

Dad: Timbuktu?

Ro: Stark Industries facility upstate.

Dad: Bring my kid’s school to work day.

Ro: You’re funny.

Dad: Get back to class

Ro: K

He’s funny. And with Peter looking at me funnily the whole day, this is gonna be great. He thinks he’s slick.

We get on the bus after roll call and I sit next to Peter. “Hey, weirdo.” I tease.

“Hey!” He replies, offended.

“You’re funny, looking at me like that all day,” I reply.

“You’re literally Tony Stark’s kid.” He whispers to me. “You must know so much about this trip already.”

I shrug. “Not really, actually. My dad doesn’t really go to the facilities anymore. Pepper is the CEO now so he doesn’t have as much of a reason to. He’s kinda busy with Avengers business.”

“That’s so cool.” Peter muses.

I grin. “I guess it is, huh?”

We continue to talk as the bus drives to the facility, getting there in about an hour. It’s upstate like the Avengers facility but I’ve never actually been to the Stark Industries building nearby. I’ve never had a reason to go until now. It might be kind of fun to see what my dad has helped build.

We get a tour of the place from a guide who seems to know a lot about the process here. He’s very enthusiastically showing my class an old Iron Man suit on display. It’s kind of cool to see something from the early days of Dad’s hero duties.

“Midtown Tech!” A voice says, making a grand entrance. My class claps and I grin. Dad. Of course, he’s made an appearance. He’s totally doing this because I’m here. He clearly wasn’t expected to come, the surprise clear on the staff’s faces.

We lock eyes and he winks. I roll mine, smirking at him. He addresses my class. “I’ll take any questions.”

Hands fly up enthusiastically. I know most of the answers to these questions, most being about Iron Man. I’ve been around Dad for long enough to know a thing or two. But then someone says something I didn’t expect.

“Mr. Stark, is it true you have a daughter? I’ve heard rumors about her. Is she the Flare?” A student asks.

Peter sucks his lips in to avoid chuckling and I playfully punch his arm while Dad answers. “I think that’s more up to her to talk about if she ever decides to come forward publicly.”

Good answer. I grin at him. My teacher gives everyone a chance to ask something. Peter asks something mundane that I know he knows about when it’s his turn. Then it’s my turn to ask a question to the great Tony Stark..

My mind goes kind of bland and I shrug. “Umm, what’s…your favorite color?”

My classmates chuckle, Flash making a jab at me. “What a great question. Loser.”

Dad looks at Flash. “I actually like this question. Who are you again?” “Flash Thompson.” He crosses his arms confidently.

“I’m sorry you have the name of a male stripper.” Dad shoots back.

Flash goes pale, opening his mouth to reply but not saying anything. Dad slyly grins at me and I grin back. “Thank you.” I mouth.

He’s part of the tour from that moment on, showing off as always. This is a good day. A really good one.

Of course that never lasts. I can’t have a single good day without a bunch of bad days in between. That seems to be how my life works.

So when we go to the bus to leave, I shouldn’t be surprised when there’s an explosion shortly after we hit the road. The bus crashes and flips around, throwing me from my seat, glass embedding in my body as I hit the floor hard.

I was sitting next to Peter when it happened. Where is he? “P-Peter?! Peter!”

Not seeing him nearby, I crawl out of a broken window to escape increasing heat as a fire spreads from seat to seat. Even with fire powers, I’d rather not be caught in it. Especially when I’m not supposed to show my powers publicly.

Crawling out of the bus, I turn and see the fire increase. I need to help them. I need to-

The bus explodes before I can do a thing and I scream in terror. “Peter?! Ned?! MJ?!”

Calling the names of my friends does nothing. There’s no screaming or crying or anything coming from inside. If they didn’t get out in time, they’re dead. “Anyone?!”

Throwing up on the side of the road, I struggle not to cry. The bus has crashed in what looks like the middle of freaking nowhere, making me panic more. What do I do? God, what do I do?

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I see that it’s broken. No luck there. I don’t know where to go now. What if I get myself lost?

“Ro!” I hear someone call out. “Ro, please tell me you’re alive!”

“Peter!” I yell back, recognizing the voice as his.

“Ro!” He repeats, appearing from the other side of the crashed bus. “Thank God!”

I get up and hug him, limping to my best friend. “You’re okay. You’re alive. God, you’re alive.”

“Have you seen anyone else?” He asks.

I shake my head. “No. We should try to find our way back to the facility if we can. Maybe we-”

There’s a loud yell from the woods beside the road. Peter runs in without hesitation. “Wait, we shouldn’t get separated!”

He runs out of sight while I chase after him, hoping he doesn’t get too far. “Peter! Wait up! Pete-”

“AHH!” I hear him scream.

That’s his voice. I know it is. “Peter?!”

(Continued in tomorrow’s part)

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burningchandelier · 9 months

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There have been 5, count 'em, five, bus crashes in Philadelphia this week.

We're talking collisions and busses driving headlong into buildings.

I think that SEPTA bus drivers have skipped negotiations, demands, and striking and has gone all the way to, uh, whatever comes after striking.

#philadelphia #philly culture #philly #SEPTA #bus crashes #tw: car accident

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emo-trash88 · 11 days

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hii! i dont know if your requests are open or not but can you du a sbg x reader with tyler and aiden where they won't leave the reader alone in the phantom realm (to make sure they're okay) but don't even look at their face in the normal world just because they have the biggest cruh on them? if you don't do thats totally fine tho \ (•◡•) /

Yeah ofc! I'm gonna do these as headcannons, but if you want oneshots just let me know

Tyler and Aiden x Reader

Pronouns: Second person, gender neutral

Tw: spoilers, Literally School Bus Graveyard as a whole

Tyler -

- So as we all know, Tyler is a certified worrier.

- And douchebag (sorry man, still love you)

- But he's very protective of the people he cares about, which luckily includes you.

- Which is why, after you tagged along to Savannah and went to the phantom world with him and everyone else, he panicked hardcore.

- Essentially his entire world came crashing down after he realized he could lose you and his sister.

- But the absolute best part: You didn't even know he liked you. He actually actively avoided you in the real world.

- A lot of times when others or you would point out how he's oddly protective of you, he brushes it off saying he's protective of everyone (We all know thats a lie.)

- And eventually everyone decides to just let it play out, and see what happens.

- After he dies in the phantom realm and wakes up in the hospital, he panics because thats when he realizes he can lose you too.

- After Aiden almost dies however, Tyler doubles down. He becomes more protective of you and Taylor, and eventually panic confesses to you.

- You are so astounded when he confesses because y'all like just woke up after Aiden died and he's like "I'm in love with you.", it's kinda bonkers.

Aiden -

- ??huh??

- I personally don't think he's the kinda guy to get embarrassed or anything around his crush whatsoever.

- Like the second he figured out he liked you, he just said it. And then y'all started dating

- However this does mean he doesn't leave you alone really ever, phantom realm or not.

- But honestly that's not too crazy, he's sweet about it.

- But he does worry about you a lot more now, and tries to keep an eye on you at all times. but obviously sometimes that just can't happen.

- But similar to Tyler, after both him and Tyler die, he worries about you so much more, to the point where it's slightly obsessive.

- Like he continues his irrational and lowkey crazy exterior, but he worries about you internally.

- He still cares though, and at least you've known it since the beginning

#school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard x reader #aiden clark #aiden clark x reader #sbg tyler #sbg tyler x reader

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coolprettyleo · 2 months

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begin again au ☆ - Frankies Lore!

wc: 1.8k

tw: drinking, mean coach, quitting, embarrassing? fluff bit of angst?

ryan leonard x hughes sister au!

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

frankie couldn't believe what she had just done. something that had been a long time coming finally crashed down and for the first time in her life frankie felt bittersweet.

her whole life has revolved around the sport of hockey; having three brothers playing in the NHL and a mother and father who both played collegiete and now coach is a nightmare in disguise; for someone who is so tired of trying.

dont get her wrong she loved the sport. growing up, she started to confuse what the love was actually for. she thought she held the same passion to play that her brothers did, she was wrong. she now knows the love was to watch it never play it. she loved too watch her family come together and love something so much. she loved too watch other people play. she loved it from a distance. it took a while to come to terms with that.

when she explains the situation to anyone she always uses the same analogy. she loves to hear country music but that doesn't mean she wants to become the next taylor swift. even if she was a fan.

frankie had finally had enough and quit. not before going off on her coach though. something that she had been wanting to say every time she had been forced to stay after practice, run extra drills, every time she has been yelled at for tipping a shot in, every time she had been compared to her brothers, she finally did it.

*flashback to earlier*

"I want to see you guys here tomorrow morning seven am sharp!" coach lindsey said fiercely.

frankie respected the woman. her story was something she found inspiring. but right now she wanted the strangle the woman. her bones felt as if she was just hit by a bus and she hadn't had a good night sleep in about a month. so frankie being frankie, loudly groaned.

"hughes! just for that, you can stay back and do some laps!"

dont cry. dont cry. dont cry. you caused this.

her teammates filed out torwards the locker rooms desperately trying to get away before their coach decided to ultimately punish all of them while she began to skate. in her head frankie was about to lose it as her coach began to yell insult after insult.

"cmon hughes! you're never going to be good as your brothers with that speed"

"you call that faster?"

"I didn't tell you you can stop!"

coach lindsey yelled. she looked and sounded like abby lee miller. frankie smiled to herself at the thought as she began to slow down after skating as fast as she could for about fifteen minutes straight. not feeling well frankie skated off the rink towards the closest trashcan and threw up.

as she heard her coach coming up to her she began to plead.

"please, I cant take it anymore" she cried.

"your done for tonight. and fix that attitude by tomorrow morning will ya. you think your brothers are pulling this crap with their coaches?"

"I said I cant do it anymore!" frankie yelled finally having enough. shocking both herself and her coach.

"how is any of this okay! after everything you just yelled at me, pushing me through utter exhaustion, you come over here and try to act like its okay!?! i'm done."

"grow up and stop being a brat hughes. i'll see you tomorrow."

"you won't. I promise you that" Frankie threw back as she got her bag and began to walk out.

"you walk out that door and your future on this team is done!"

"its been done" frankie said walking out with tears streaming down her eyes.

*flashback ended*

she didn't know what to do. if she were to call her family they would worry and fly in thinking she was going through a manic episode, maybe she was but this felt real and it felt good.

its like her brain and heart had been at war since she was thirteen and her heart had finally won the war five years later. she didn't know whether to laugh or cry though.

she was happy because she was finally free. but she felt a dark cloud gloom over her when she realized she had to tell her family what she just did. she honestly didn't know how they were going to react.

the guilt began to rain on her as she remembered hoe happy they had been for her because they realized she can actually go on and play professionally since the PWHL had its debut and she was already a top prospect for the 2024 year draft but she just went and ruined it.

they're going to disown me.

that thought alone caused frankie to be where she was right now. in a bar with her fake ID drinking her feelings away on a wednesday night. alone. this had to be borderline alcoholic.

"I mean I wanted this right? so why do I feel like throwing myself off the bridge! why am I like this! am I being annoying? you can tell me greg" frankie rambled on to the bartender whose name was actually john.

"im going to call you and uber" he said dismissing her not wanting to deal with a drunk college girl.

"no! let me call someone!" she said taking the bar phone away from him. seeing as her phone had died about forty five minutes ago. quickly dialing the only number she remembered due to the fact she never saved his contact in her phone.

"hello?"

"drew! please, please come pick me up! you know I hate taking ubers alone. I swear i'll give you a little something after..." she said suggestively.

"frankie? hold on drews in the shower. its will, are you drunk? really on a wednesday? where are you?" will began to scold her over the phone, sounding very motherly.

"don't you judge me, I needed this. and im at the mecca" frankie slurred.

"ryan and I will be there in fifteen" he said hanging up.

"lady get off the counter!"

is what will and ryan heard when they walked into the bar.

"oh god" ryan said as he saw frankie start to crawl onto the counter. quickly rushing over to pull her off.

"m'not interested." she mumbled when she felt big hands around her waist.

ryan felt his heart crack. he knew he shouldn't because, one she probably thinks its some random guy and two frankie doesn't know he likes her.

since he first met frankie he realized he's had a thing for her but being the good friend he is, he kept his feelings to himself not wanting to start problems with drew.

it gives him so much anger to think about the fact that drew basically just uses her for sex. but at the same time she's probably just using drew too. so who is he to to get mad.

someone who would give her the world

"what are you doing frankie" will says giving her a disappointed look as ryan pulls her over his shoulder.

"I was just trying to dance!" frankie says upside down.

"on a wednesday at seven thirty pm? at least wait till ten" ryan says approaching the car and strapping her in.

"i quit the team"

"WHAT"

"ur lying"

will and ryan said at the same time with their eyes wide. they knew frankie hated playing hockey, they just never thought she was going to quit. someone with as much talent as frankie needs to be out there.

"m'not. im done and im scared to tell my family. I think they're going to be mad" she slurred as her eyes began to water.

ryan, who cant handle to see her cry quickly got into the back seat with her, and started to comfort her. wrapping her up in his arms and wiping her tears that began to fall from her big blue eyes. he could stare into them forever.

he told will to start driving back to her apartment as he comforted her.

"frankie, your family loves you and you know that. they're never going to hate you because you quit, if anything I think they've been expecting it-"

"geez thanks ryan" frankie says crying drunkly. ryan cant help but smile a bit because even though he hates to see her like this she looks really cute.

"not like that, its just anyone who knows and loves you can see your not happy out there. I see it, will sees it, so I know for a fact they see it too. and if they didnt and they do get mad thats on them. its your life not theirs" ryan says with his arm wrapped around her as she sniffles into his shirt.

"I guess so" she finally says seeing as their pulling up to her dorm.

"can you walk me up? its okay if you dont want too! I get it, im just scared that the RA is going to see me like this and call campus security on me and-"

"frankie! of course ill walk you up, are you kidding" ryan cuts off her rambling pulling her out of the car.

"i'll walk home smitty, you dont have to wait" ryan says knowing he was doing homework earlier that was due tonight before frankie had called.

"you sure?" will says kinda feeling bad for not staying and helping him take care of her. but then realizing ryan probably wants to take care of her.

him and gabe loved to tease ryan on the fact he was hopelessly in love with frankie. of course they would never tell drew even though they know if ryan were to just tell drew how he feels drew would back off. ryan just likes to be complicated.

"yeah, we'll be fine. right frankie?" he says keeping her upright. she was fully awake but the thing about frankie hughes is she loves to lay on the floor when she was drunk.

"yup!!" she chirps while ryan smiles down at her.

they wave goodbye to will while ryan picks her up and walks to towards her door. he smiles as he gets too her door and sees her doormat.

'cool bitches only'

he opens the door using her keys that he found in her purse and hauls her inside down the hall to her room. her room was so her. he loved it.

god I sound like a creep.

he shakes the thought from his head as he settles her down, takes off her shoes, and wipes all the remaining makeup off her face. thinking of how perfect she was.

"ryan" she says dreamingly as she feels him pull the cover over her body.

"yes baby?"

frankie felt her stomach do a cartwheel and she couldn't understand why.

"thank you. for everything."

"anytime frankie hughes"

he says before giving her a kiss on her forehead and walking home.

send in ideas for this au!! im really excited for it!

#ryan leonard #will smith hockey #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #gabe perreault #ryan leonard imagine #ryan leonard x reader #frankie x ryan #hockey imagine #hockey fic #hughes sister #luke hughes x reader #jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #bc hockey

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petrapalerno · 3 months

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“Sometimes I think it would have been easier if I hadn’t accepted the free shower at the hot alien’s apartment.”

☆JESSY

For the past few years, my life has kind of blown. On Earth, I dedicated my entire existence to science, even if my peers dismissed me as a pretty face. When I got abducted by aliens, I was forced to dance in a bubble for extra-terrestrial enjoyment.

I can’t get anyone to take me seriously even in space.

When I escaped by crashing my alien captor’s bus, Gra’eth saved me from drowning and even offered me a place to stay. He keeps telling people I’m his mate, even though I keep telling him the human word for what we are is roommates, but he refuses to say it that way. Sometimes I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or serious—and for my very literal neurodivergent brain, that’s a big problem.

☆GRA’ETH

I never expected to have to save Jessy, and I certainly never expected for this strange human to be my mate. Her idea of fun would be to take apart my data pad only to see if she could put it back together again, which sounds like torture to me.

I’ve convinced her to stay in my apartment as what she calls a roommate. The mating bond won’t let me let her leave, but humans can’t even feel it. I don’t know how to keep things friendly when just the smell of her hair is enough to send me into a mating frenzy.

I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but I can’t keep fighting the pull of this bond. This little speckled human will be the death of me.

✨All I Wanted Was a Glass of Vino but an Alien Duke Kidnapped Me Instead *

Book #3 in the Bubble Babes Series

The Bubble Babe series continues in this standalone novel.

Will an aquatic alien duke be able to reconcile the fact that his fated mate is a small, mouthy, human woman who can't swim? Will that human be able to love him despite his scars and the fact that he's keeping her captive?

☆MARTA

The reality of being a mob boss' daughter is anything but glamorous, despite what one might think. In the absence of true freedom, my only companion was my loyal dog, Bruno. When he passed, I felt like my life had hit rock bottom. But when aliens abducted me from my pity party in a local wine bar, I realized how wrong I was. As if things couldn't get any worse, I woke up in an alien duke's closet, forced to rely on a giant alien pleasure toy as my only means of defense. All I know is that the gaudy duke can’t stand me…and the feeling is mutual.

☆RAF’ERE

Throughout my dukedom, I have dedicated myself to restoring the fi'len species to their natural aquatic habitats. How in the goddess's name am I supposed to do that when this human is my mate? Despite her mouthiness, the tiny human cannot swim. Did that stop me from stealing her cryopod from a crashed ship and locking it in my closet? Absolutely not. I also didn’t expect her to wake up and demand answers, either. But I can’t expect my people to look at me to lead if a human stands beside me, despite how much my body burns for hers. The dilemma arises: should I prioritize the goddess's wishes or grant her the freedom she deserves, joining the other human refugees?

This erotic alien romance is part 3 of the Bubble Babes series. It can be read as either a standalone or as a continuation of earlier books. This book features a 5’2” plus sized Italian-American female male character and a 7’6” aquatic alien duke as the male main character. Tropes include Kidnapping, size difference, enemies to loves, reformed playboy, alien romance, fated mates, and forced proximity. This full-length novel (67K words) ends with a HEA.

#monster fucker #monster fuqqer #monster smut #monsterfuqqer #monster romance #monster lover #smut #terato #aliens #i love aliens #alien romance #alien x reader #alien x human #alien

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riality-check · 11 months

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a continuation of this post. tw substance abuse. next part here. part 4 here. part 5 here. part 6 here. part 7 here.

ao3

The only person to whom Eddie breaks his promises is himself.

If he says he'll help someone, he'll help them. If he says he'll call someone, he'll call them. If he says he'll be there, he'll be there.

If he tells himself he won't be stupid on tour, he’ll try cocaine for the first time right after the second show.

He's always been like that. Always found it easy to lie and cheat and bend when it comes to himself. It's easier still when it's his self control, ever-fragile. And it's not like this is his first time with anything. He's been drinking beer to help him fall asleep since he was sixteen.

But the tour and the coke and the people and all the other stuff they have make it so easy to get so much worse.

He tells himself he keeps it together for work. He always gets back on the bus (Archie carries him) and gets up on time (Jeff wakes him up) and keeps it together onstage (Gareth yells at him because he comes in late for one song, every show).

He tells himself that so long as he's fine onstage, he can do whatever offstage. He tells himself that so long as he keeps only taking the dexies and the coke and other uppers, that it's not a problem. He tells himself that so long as he avoids the downers - except for alcohol because refusing drinks is a dick move - that he's not his parents.

Coke isn't a problem. Heroin is.

Eddie thinks back to track marks and sores and unseeing eyes every time someone offers him heroin. It's enough to keep him from taking it.

It's not a problem that he usually stays up for two days before he crashes. It's not a problem that most times, someone has to wake him up a half hour before soundcheck. It's not a problem that he needs a bump before he goes out onstage, and even then, he'll still crash right after the show.

It feels good. Being up all the time, talking and playing and moving, always moving, feels good. It’s what he’s supposed to do, isn’t it? This is what rock stars do. He’s doing it right. He’s doing everything right.

It's not a problem. He's fine.

Until he gets backstage when they finish up in Indianapolis and Wayne is there in the green room, sitting on the couch that Eddie wants nothing more than to flop onto and pass out.

He doesn't, though. He walks over, grips the armrest with both of his shaking hands, and leans forward to take some of the weight off his feet.

God, he's tired.

"Wayne!" he grins. "How are you? Did you like the show? I wish I knew you were coming, I would've got you a good seat. Did you-"

As he talks, he watches as Wayne's face falls from a smile to something neutral to something angry.

And when he finally shuts up, Wayne says, "You're a mess."

"Excuse me?"

"Eddie, you're a mess," Wayne says. "I don't think you can stand right now without holding onto the couch."

Eddie wants to prove him wrong, but he doesn't think he'll be able to.

"So what?" he says instead.

"So what?" Wayne repeats. "What are you taking?"

"Nothing that'll kill me."

"Everything can kill you, boy, even sugar. What are you on?"

Eddie sniffs, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.

"Coke, then," Wayne says, like it’s obvious, like it’s something nasty.

"What do you care?" Eddie says. He starts pacing, hands flying wildly. If he keeps moving, he doesn't seem unsteady, right? "I'm happy. I'm living my dream. I'm doing what I love. Who cares if I'm having a little fun while I'm doing it?"

"This ain’t fun."

"Yes, it is."

Wayne sighs. "You're gonna hurt yourself or someone else if you don't stop. What if you were driving, and-"

"I have people who do that for me," Eddie says, finally feeling like he's starting to win.

"Do you let them?"

Eddie stops moving, almost toppling over when he does so. "What?"

"Do you let them drive you?" Wayne asks. "Because I don't think you do. You've never let anyone do anything for you when you could do it yourself, and I don't think that's changed."

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek to stay quiet.

"I think you're scared. I think this all happened too fast, and you're scared because you don't think you deserve it. So you're trying to make that true."

"That's bullshit."

"If you keep it up," Wayne says slowly, like he's talking to a child, "this is gonna kill you, and it is gonna be ugly."

"I'll have a closed casket funeral," Eddie snaps.

"You won't be around to have any say!" Wayne barks.

Eddie jumps back. Wayne has never raised his voice at him, not even when Eddie was a total brat of a teenager.

"It's rehab," he continues softly. "When this tour ends."

"Or what?"

"There is no or," Wayne says. "I buried my mama, your mama, two of my cousins, and my uncle because of this. I'm not losing you to the same stupidity."

Eddie takes a breath.

"I know you're grown, but I'm not losing you," Wayne says, standing up and wrapping him in a hug.

Eddie clings to him. He has about fifty different protests on the tip of his tongue about how he's a grown adult, how he's fine, how Wayne has no right to tell him what to do.

They all lose credibility as he stands, holding on to his uncle and sobbing like he's nine years old again.

He goes to rehab the morning after the last show. He gets clean, quits everything except the cigarettes because Eddie needs to break every promise to himself, just a little, if he wants them to stick a lot.

#ria writes #dja au #eddie munson #wayne munson #st #st ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #tw drugs #tw substance abuse

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a66-1 · 10 days

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i like the way you kiss me

Simon x reader

TW: Cursing.

a/n: little late night dabble bc I've been reading a lot and I want to write

REQUESTS ARE OPEN. please I'm bored, it won't hurt to request..

NOT PROOFREAD

A stressful day at work is honestly the last thing you need this week.

Not only have you been absolutely drowning in fucking work, your parents have to pull out favorites right in the middle of holiday season, and suddenly you've been ghosted for a month. And, oh, of course there's an and, nobody is in town for you to go unwind with.

You groaned into your hands, the bus stopping to let a few people out for the night. You just want to be back in your flat with your stuffed animals, and not on the rickety bus from your fucking nine to five job that barely pays enough as is, and you can barely keep yourself afloat when your stupid manager puts all the work on you. You pull at your cheeks, before leaning your head against the window, huffing onto the glass, causing it to fog up slightly as your eyes chase the raindrops that slide down the clear material.

You check your phone to find a few random text messages, and then one from..

Simon?

Woah, woah wait, you haven't seen that name pop up since-

"Missus? Last stop of night. Get." The driver gets your attention. You softly sigh, and grab you bag, and get off the bus. Fuck.

You missed your stop being in your head again.

You took a sharp left, as you walked down the dark streets, following the little map in your head so you can finally get home. You reach for your hood, and then remembered..

Fuck, your sweatshirt is at work. Goddammit.

You headed up the stairs to your flat, cursing yourself out for not thinking clearly again

You carded through your bag for your keys, standing at the door to your flat. You swore you saw your keys in here, shit, what if you left them at work. You softly fist your hand and hit it against your door. You try the handle and..

It.. Opened?

You stalk quietly into your house, as you put your things down. You walked to your living area, and found a very much relaxed Simon on your couch. You stare, shocked, before stammering.

"Simon? What- You-" You gesture wild with your hands. He snickered, and sat up, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Hey, love. 's been a minute." He stood in front of you, and smiled. You slap his chest softly, checking subconsciously to see if he was real. You haven't seen him since he left, almost 2 years ago, right out of highschool to college. He was.. Built, tattoos adorning his arms. He was not the Simon you knew, but his eyes...

The way he looked down at you.. Made your heart flutter.

"Si, I.. I fucking missed you, you don't.." You fail for words. You need somebody, anybody, especially right now.

He was obviously the best and most hoped for, though. Your hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him down into a soft kiss, your lips crashing against his. His hands slid onto your hips, pulling them against his.

He pulled back, and kissed your forhead, wiping the stray tear that lingered in your cheek.

"I like the way you kiss me, lovie."

requests are open!

Goodnight babes...

#simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon fluff #simon riley

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floweryprosegarden · 9 months

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About me

• She/her, 23 yo

• Turkish/Kurdish

• English Major

• Introverted perfectionist

• Lover of art, classic literature and aesthetics, morally grey fictional characters, novels with lots of gloom and doom

Writerly Habits

• I write in the same font as most legal documents—Times New Roman (bland, I know)

• Single-spaced forever—I like big chunks of text

• Fountain pen enthusiast

• Could spend the rest of my life at the desk

Wips (some of which fill me with dread to continue)

• Yellow Houses /// adult lit-fic novel. Unhinged university students vandalize houses, painting them school-bus yellow, then write about wondering who did it in the local paper. Hmm...

• Liquor and Locusts /// adult modern fantasy novel. TW because this is a pandemic story! A squatter crashes at a countryside manor during a pandemic, befriending an elderly gardener and his very emo apprentice. There is somehow also a talking locust who loves brandy.

• Red Pleather /// lit short fiction. A teenage girl’s relationship with her older brother who constricts her from the world outside their crowded apartment complex. Warning: a lot of stair climbing and internal monologues in this one.

CURRENT PROJECT: APPLE MEAD

lit fic? Thriller? // Heavyyy dark academia aesthetics // Set in Istanbul, Turkey.

You would like this if you enjoy reading about gloomy uni student years, morally grey journalists, gay panic, and secret clubs where you sign a contract and sell your soul basically.

***

Note: Wanted to say that this is an updated blog introduction— I’ve been away for some time,,,, but anyways! I’m back here now to share my current wips, writerly frustrations, and general artsy aesthetics.

That said, other writeblrs! Please interact so I can read all of your beautiful wips~

Also, I attached a random illustration I made for the Apple Mead MCs, hope you enjoy!

#writeblr #writeblr intro #wip introduction #original art

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 10 months

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Please make more PAVITR X READER PLEASE 🥺🥺

- Angst

- Fluff

- Jealousy 😍

ANYTHING PLEASE

Six Feet's Never Felt So Far [Angst]

Summary: Pavitr is only belatedly told you were in the bus with Gayatri, but now it's too late. TW: Blood and Injury, Major Character Death, Near Death Experiences A/N: you said angst..👉👈 As usual all Hindi words and nicknames are googled, sorry if they're wrong! '^_^

Pavitr Prabhakar, aka Mumbattan's friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, swung to the accident spot immediately, getting to work.

A bridge connecting two cites across the ocean had collapsed in the middle and vehicles along with people were falling. Pavitr swung in saving a few civilians who fell off the railings and set them to safety. Screams get his attention and Pavitr finds a brightly coloured city bus about to tip off the broken edge of the bridge and ran towards it.

"AAAH!"

Spidey turned around at the screech only to find Mr. Singh, his best friend Gayatri's father and Inspector of the local police station, about to be smashed by a falling concrete peice with the little child he saved.

He needs to act soon.

Pavitr quickly calculates that the bus is approximately six feet from safety. He could do this!

He shoots his web, catching onto the rear end of the bus and ties it to a pole. He shoots another web at the inspector, pulling him away from the debris and to safety.

Seeing the policeman is uninjured, he turns to the falling vehicle dangling by a literal thread.

"All of you, get to the rear end!", he yells to the passengers stuck in the bus, shooting more webs at it.

His efforts grow stronger when he sees Gayatri trapped inside, shouting for help.

Inspector Singh joins him and together they pull the vehicle back onto more stable parts of the bridge. The passengers stumble out one by one, shaking and shivering from the near-death experience.

Gayatri comes out and Pavitr rushes to her, throwing his arms around his best friend. He couldn't live without her rants and incessant fussing.

"Thank God, you're okay!"

Spidey quickly retracts upon realizing he's being too familiar for a stranger, stuttering out excuses that don't come out as smooth as he likes.

Gayatri's horrified expression softens a little when she sees her father and rushes towards him with extended hands, panicking. "Papa!"

"Mera beta", the policeman says, sighing in relief as he kisses her forehead. "I thought I lost you."

"Papa!", she tugged at his sleeve anxiously, tears pooling at her eyes as she pointed towards the bus, "Y/n is in there!"

"What!?"

Colour drains from Pavitr's face under the mask and he rushes towards the bus, frantically searching for you inside and under the seats as the Inspector follows suit.

A choked cough catches Spider-Man's attention and he turns, finding you jammed into the drivers seat at the damaged front of the bus.

You seem to have crashed your head into the glass, blood trickling down your forehead. Pavitr tears up and gently pulls you into his arm, carrying you bridal style outside.

'It okay, it's okay, N/n is alive', Pavitr chants, convincing himself that he made it in time. He won't let what happened to Uncle Bhim happen to you too!

He tries so hard to be strong for you, but seeing you almost dead shook him.

"You okay?", he croaks, hoping his voice doesn't give him away. Tears roll down his cheek under his mask as he tries not to break.

"Pa..pavu.."

It was your nickname for him, one only you and Maya auntie were allowed to call him. But in that moment Pavitr didn't care if you knew his alter-ego, all he could think was how he saved you from the brink of death.

"Pavu? Is he your boyfriend?", he jokes, hoping to make you feel better.

It's an inside joke between you two, saying 'this is their boyfriend' everytime you pick up each other's call.

You smile weakly. "You're... Spider-Man?"

He nods, blinded by the tears clouding his vision, aware that you have a horrible pun in line. However, his smile falls when he sees your eyelids droop; blood trickles down your nose and you're losing consciousness.

No, no, no, no, NO-!

"Stay with me, N/n, please", he pats your cheeks hoping to prevent you from slipping out of consiouness. "C'mon", he tries desperately, holding to you tight to his chest as he shoots his web onto the railings of the bridge, "Stay with me. Just hang in there, we're going to the hospital. Everything will be fine!"

You wheeze, struggling to breathe as you heave, and go lax in his arms. Pavitr is content, until he realises you let go.

No, nO, NO, GOD, NO!

"Pavu.. I love you....."

Your body goes limp in his arms and that's when the whole world ceases moving for him. His heart beat stops as he freezes in shock, unable to digest your death.

No, no, it's not possible! He can still save you! You've just blacked out, that's all!

He can't.. won't lose you like this.

Gayatri begins to cry, holding her father for comfort who soothes her with moistened eyes; you were a like a child to him too.

Pavitr's knees buckle and he sinks to the ground, the gravity of your death too much for him to bear. Guilt chokes his throat and he lets out a loud cry, holding your lifeless body securely in his lap -afraid that if he lets go, you might just disappear. His shoulders sag as he leans into you, cradling your face, resting his forehead on yours one last time.

The other spider heroes arrive just then to witness the ever cheerful Pavitr break. It's not, afterall, too far from what they themselves have experienced at some point; such was the curse upon every spider hero.

Tears soak through his mask as Pavitr watches life leave you, sobbing at his cruel fate.

"Meri jaan.."

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*Meri jaan means "my life". I learnt it from another pavitr hc Tumblr post '^_^

#atsv pavitr spidey looks more indian with his hair ngl #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x you #pavitr x reader #spiderverse #spiderman india

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