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fallenrockstars · 5 months

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INTRODUCING MY FURRY GUYS I GUESS. OR WHATEVER.

Kicking off this account I guess with a selection of (at this point, quite old) Toyhouse icons I did of my miscellaneous OC’s. All from basically the same universe, but some of them may be part of different unrelated stories from one another

Below the cut, I’ll give a super brief description of my main OC stories and who each character is is.

—————————————— I have three or four story projects in active/current development at the present, but I’ll introduce the two most developed ones.

My main one is currently in need of a new title, but it’s a horror dramedy / murder mystery. about my fictional band with the tremendously on-the-nose name Dead Celebrities— whose rise to fame also coincides with a series of strange murders of several other prominent musicians in town. The story basically revolves around the members of the band trying to deduce who may be responsible for the killings, all while trying to stay alive themselves. The further they investigate, not only do they begin suspect one of their own may be the culprit, but that said culprit may be involved with even more sinister forces than they could have imagined.

My second one is called The Devil You Know, which revolves around the lead protagonist Nico who aspires to be a famous rock musician, but feels stifled by his chronic ailments and lack of skill. Through a boredom induced ouija board mishap, he finds himself summoning a demon who makes a deal with him to grant him otherworldly musical skill— unfortunately this leads to said demon possessing Nico, so now he must live with the experience of having the world’s worst roommate and a parasite wrapped up all in one ancient evil entity.

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As for the individual characters, I’ll introduce each in picture order from left to right.

1 / JESSE: Grumpy, broody, moody guitarist for an 80’s rock / heavy metal band called Dead Celebrities. Deep down very kind and sensitive despite what his aloof, offputting demeanor may indicate. Many wild town rumors circulate around him due to his mysterious nature, all of which are far more interesting than his actual life. Main protagonist of my murder mystery story. Also the main one trying to investigate the murders.

2 / CHERRY: One of Jesse’s best friends and member of Dead Celebrities’ rival band called Lost Daughters. A sarcastic spitfire and also her band’s lead singer. Is basically everyone’s wise older sister… even if she’s a bit smug about it sometimes. Part of the murder mystery story.

3 / PINK: Part of a story somewhat unrelated to the two I mentioned. His story takes place in the late 2000’s-early 2010’s. Former teen heartthrob kid’s sitcom actor turned somewhat washed up emo singer and social media personality. Has been cancelled every week for the past several years. Has made multiple YouTube apology videos. He’s kind of a fuckboy asshole (but he does redeem himself somewhat)

4/ WILEY: Weirdo bassist for Dead Celebrities and armchair paranormal expert. Professionally mentally ill, couch surfs and does odd jobs for income. Freaks out his roommates by doing seances in the apartment. Part of the murder mystery story. Is Donnie’s older half-brother.

5/ MEPHISTOPHELES: Demon. Nico’s parasite. Will drink all your pepsi and call you a bitch. Is the eternal spirit of a former musician. Part of the The Devil You Know story.

6/ DONNIE: Dorky rhythm guitarist and occasional keyboardist for Dead Celebrities. Painfully earnest and sweet. Has an unrequited crush on Jesse. Chronic nervous wreck but overcompensates with extreme friendliness. Overcaffeinated, sleep-deprived med school student. Part of the murder mystery story. Is Wiley’s little half-brother.

7/ EDDIE: Dead Celebrities’ drummer and casanova extraordinaire. Good with the business side of the band stuff. Gregarious, excitable, goofy personality. Really having fun with the whole rock-star persona thing. Think Jack Black type vibes. He’s also Cherry’s boyfriend. Part of the murder mystery story.

8/ RIOT: Part of a story partially connected to the murder mystery one. Goofy himbo glam metal party boy who don’t want nothin’ but a good time. Clinically oblivious.

9/ NICO: Perpetually anxious, poorly socialized shut-in with chronic illness and barely any exposure to the outside world. Craves a change of pace in the form of fame, but unfortunately a deal with a demon to gain said musical prowess resulting in said evil entity taking up partial residence in his body wasn’t the kind of shake-up he was wanting. Not to mention, the effects of acute demon possession have been taking a serious toll on his health… Part of the The Devil You Know story.

#my art #Oc #ocs #oc art #furry #artists #artists on tumblr #Endswell #Oc intro #oc introduction #oc stuff

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britswriting · 9 months

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The Announcement | Quadruple The Love H.S

Follow Y/N + Harry's journey from being a family of two, to a family of six! Also know as, Harry + Y/N have quadruplets! This series will contain blurbs, social media posts, interviews and everything family + fame!

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annetwist: I can't wait!!

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ynstyles: You owe me £5 for not spilling the beans!

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harryfan2: She said.. I'm having your baby! ↳ harryfan3: And it's ALL OF HIS BUSINESS OMG

harryfan4: Guys... we're getting dadrry. I repeat, we're getting dadrry!

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ynstyles: First trimester diaries! 🍼 First things first, finding out your pregnant, at least.. when you're trying, is the best feeling ever!!!! Harry and I took so many photos and videos (far too personal to share, (See slide four to see me on the verge of screaming and crying over the fact that I'm pregnant lol) you see me cry enough as it is lol) and we sat on the bathroom floor in pure happiness and disbelief. (and a lot of concern on my end..) I couldn't stop looking at my stomach and bubbling nonsense to Harry as we began our true first steps into parenthood. (I'll eventually talk about our journey, but if you're new, it hasn't been an easy one💝) As we watched my stomach grow, we couldn't stop touching it! The idea of feeling a kick, or a flutter... or even just the thought of a baby inside of me; pure happiness. (Pst, Harry sleeps with his hand on my belly and it's my new favorite thing ever!!!! It's so cute!!!) For those wondering, Morning sickness is brutal. I'm already losing sleep, vomiting my guts even in the middle of the night and much to my dismay, awakening Harry every time I scurry to the bathroom. (If Harry looks extra tired on camera, I apologize! - he'll tell me off for this, shh!) Tiredness is unreal. I mean, I figured growing a human would be hard, but I'm convinced I'm asleep more than I am awake. I wake up, vomit, eat some crackers take my meds, sleep repeat. Ultrasounds are the craziest experience ever!! Harry and I lost our minds and Harry's soft smile when we saw the screen is burned in my brain forever. He's honestly already such a good husband but I know he's going to be an even better father! I honestly can't wait!! @harrystyles I love you so much! Thank you for making me a mumma <3

annetwist: Congrats! I'm excited to finally talk about it!

yourbff: I can't believe you didn't tell me for 3 weeks smh ↳ ynstyles: It was unbearable for me too!

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"Love, staring at it won't make the line appear quicker" Harry tried to ease, his hand on my back as my eyes laser locked on the pregnancy test.

"The line has to show at some point!"

Harry snatched the test off the counter, my mouth a gape, ready to throw protest when he grabbed my hand and led me to sit down on the cold tile with him.

"Harry! Give me the test!" I whined, my tear ducts filling as the past couple months of worry begun to spill over.

"Y/N, babe, just sit down with me. We're dong this together, alright?"

I reluctantly sat next to him, Harry setting the test on his thigh, his right hand clasping my left as we stared down at it.

"What if it's just one line?" I asked softly, my biggest fear being vocalized once again.

"Then we'll try again" He repeated instantly, a singular tear rolling down my cheek.

"Harry, it's our sixth round in three years" I cried, my eyes squeezing shut as the emotion left glistening trails down my cheeks.

"Y/N, we don't have to do it again" He told me calmly his thumb rubbing against my knuckles, something he did frequently to quietly soothe me.

"You already know how I feel about adoption" I whimpered, guilt encasing my chest as I slowly opened my eyes, my blurred vision attempting to peak at the test.

"I know" He replied, not offering much else as he starred at the test.

"I'm a horrible person" I begin to cry again, taking my hand out of his as I covered my face.

"You're not a horrible person, y/n"

"What woman doesn't want to adopt, Harry?! We could! We could have already had a family! What kind of person is afraid too adopt?!"

"A person whose thought about every avenue. Y/N, it's perfectly normal to want what you want. Can you open your eyes please when I talk to you?" He asked, His green eyes were full of hope, my throat tightening as I glanced away. "Y/N" Harry warned, getting me to look back at him. "I know you're afraid of everything that comes with adoption, and if it's a huge fear of yours, whether it's that you won't love them the same, or they won't love you, or all of the separation issues you've read about.. it's just a different journey that we'd take together. We'd figure it out. You're not the first person to be nervous to adopt if that's a path we need to consider. However we start our family, is how we start our family. I know having a biological baby means a lot to you, but if that's not where life takes us, I think we both need to prepare ourselves to come to terms with that" He told me honestly, my lips pursed as I nodded.

It was true.

As horrific as it made me feel, I was afraid that if I adopted, I wouldn't love that child the same way I would my own. Maybe it was silly.. but my dream was to always have a baby of my own, and now that it's became an entire ordeal including medical professionals and obsessive calendar counting, I knew I needed to let my brain dance with the idea again... but could I really do that to a child? Bring them into this loving home.. and not love them the way they deserved? Would I ever view that baby as my own? Or would it feel more like a godparent babysitting situation?

IVF has been a rough path that Harry and I have walked down. One we didn't take lightly, and one we definitely probably over researched before even attempting such feat.. but with all the cons.. there were the pros.

So we tried, and we tried, an we tried.... and we gave up. Adoption maybe? Foster care? Surrogacy? Egg donors? There was a million routes.. but none of them felt like my dream. I wanted to have sex one night and wake up pregnant the next morning with my husbands child, and I struggle a lot with the fact that that isn't how it's happening.

It would be so easier if I could blame Harry, and his annoying sperm.. but the reality is, Harry is perfectly capiable impregnating someone.

I'm the problem.

Learning that you're supposed sole duty of a period every month wasn't even worth it... definitely landed me in some pretty intense therpary.

There has been more dark days than light for both Harry and I.

I'd be lying if I said divorce had never crossed our minds.

Things got bad, before they got good again and now here I sat next to him, wedding band on my finger as tears streamed down my cheeks, ready to be once again disappointed by my body.

"Can we just see what this test says and go from there, please?" I asked quietly, Harry nodding. "Can you look? My eyes are blurry"

I did my best to clear my vision when I heard the inhale of Harry's sharp breathing.

"What?" I asked, panic making my body tense. "What?!"

"It's two lines! Y/N! You're pregnant!" He practically yelled, my entire body stilling.

"What?"

"YOU'RE PREGNANT!" He yelled, scurrying off the floor, helping me up and yanking me into a hug and a kiss.

"Oh my god" I exhaled, my vison thankfully clearing as I snatched the test, seeing the two pink lines for myself.

"That has to be fake" was my immediate reaction as I held the test up to the light, the pink line darkening right in front of me. "Where is the clearblue one?" I asked Harry, Harry's arms wrapping around me, his palms resting against my stomach as I pulled open one of the drawers, finding my stash of pregnancy tests.

The drawer was probably my most opened drawer in the entire household; which meant it was also my most hated.

All it held was dreams and disappointment.

"Can you grab me a few water bottles, please?" I asked, setting the test aside as I opened one of the more expensive pregnancy test boxes.

"Baby, it's so dark" Harry showed me, crease lines between his brow as his dimples pops from the smile he had.

"I know, I know.. I just.. want to be sure. I need to pee again! Water, please!"

Three water bottles later, I found myself peeing on yet another stick and plopping the capped test onto toilets paper on our counter.

I hated waiting.

"Babe, are you going to look?" Harry asked, a goofy smile still on his face as he leaned against the door frame.

"What if the test was wrong?" I asked again eyeing the drugstore pregnancy test next to Harry.

"Baby, they're supposed to be one of the most accurate tests"

"But false positives are a thing!" I shouted, shaking my hands as I paced the space between the toilet and the bathtub.

"Y/N" Harry sighed, "I know you're worried, and we can make a doctors appointment to verify.. but baby, I think this is it. I think we've done it"

I hesitantly walked up to the counter, my eyes locked on my mess of a reflection in front of me before slowly finding the test.

"Oh my god" I exhaled, the bold "pregnant" staring back at me. "Harry!" I quickly showed the test, a smile starting to form at my lips as my eyes welled up with tears again, "I.. we're... oh my god!" I shrieked, jumping a little as I waved the test next to me.

I quickly pulled out my phone, the video shaky as ran over to Harry, kissing him before showing the test to the camera.

"We're pregnant!" I yelled out, Harry grinning as he leaned down to kiss me again, the video stopping and I turned to the camera, Harry snatching the drugstore test, both of us holding up the tests as we took countless photos before posting in the mirror, taking all sorts of different angles of my belly.

I can't believe we're pregnant.

"I told you you weren't fat" he chuckled as we inspected my bloated stomach.

"I'm fat with your baby!" I laughed, my hand running over the puffy skin. "God, I'm going to get more stretchmarks"

"Good thing you married a man who happens to love them" He pecked my cheek, his hands on my hips.

"We need to make a doctors appointment pronto and make sure these tests are correct" I informed, setting the plastic test on the counter.

"Baby..."

"I know, I know! I just.. I want to be sure, okay?"

"I know. I love you no matter what, but I really think this time.. this time is it"

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Hello! I've had this idea for a while, and I thought it would be fun to make kind of an open ending series? Meaning we can work on this for as long as we want! From finding out, to their birth, and just watching them grow up! If you have any requests, feel free to ask! I don't plan on posting them in order (like birth, growing up etc), but I will have them posted in (hopefully) chronological order in the masterlist!

Feel free to leave requests in the comments or on my ask via my profile!

If you have any baby names, let me know! I have the sex's picked out, but not the names!

I wanted to make this longer, but Tumblr has a 10 photo limit so...

I'm hoping as I get into it, I can write the blurbs better, just with their storyline, it was a bit hard to make it very happy and fluffy lol.

Welcome to my Quadruplet series! (I might post it on wattpad, I'll update the masterlist with a link if it is!!)

pst. my little circles won't stay where I want them to, if you know how to fix that lmk, otherwise we can both be annoyed together!

-Brit <3

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littlebluespoon · 5 months

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Isolated ~ Stuck (Octo!König) Ch 5

Apologies for the longer wait, I had uni and family and new tattoos to deal with and I also tried to make this chapter longer.

But here we are, chapter 5

König reaches out to you. You reach out to someone else.

2K, MDNI 18+ stalking, mentions of vomiting, hybrids and all that jazz.

🤦🏻 knew there was something I’d forgotten to put in the notes.

Perle is German for Pearl and kleiner artz is German for little doctor

A03 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/51314596/chapters/131934805

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It had been weeks since you received the pictures. You were going to throw them in the pile of rubbish for the incinerator but realised that would leave a chance for other people to see them and if whoever this was found out you’d thrown the pictures out well, you didn’t want to think about it. You scavenged a box from recycling and shoved everything from the first ‘gift’ to the pictures in it and kicked it under your bed. Out of sight and hopefully out of mind was what you were going for.

By the time you had dealt with the ‘gifts’ and rechecked your room for any signs of another person or hidden cameras you had missed breakfast. It was a big deal though as you were spending the morning doing inventory and ordering supplies, busy work that kept you at your desk where you knew you had a stash of protein bars. Where you were supposed to have a stash of protein bars. Either you’d miscounted how many you had left or you had a thief. Your thief had to be Gaz, the fox hybrid had a habit of stealing when he was bored. He never took anything that was important to you or work related, usually food or clothes he knew you had spares of. You’d had to hunt him down several times to find your missing hoodies and socks. It seemed you were destined to go hungry until lunch today.

The knock on your door was unexpected. You were off medical duty today in order to stock count so no one should be coming to you for medical care,

“Who is it?” you call out through the closed door.

“It’s me Perle, can I come in?” the heavy, Austrian accent gave him away. König. It was here you realised you’d never actually spoken with him, too him certainly but never with. You’d never heard his voice.

Another knock startled you, “König? Yeah, come in,” You got up and made for your med kit, you might be off duty but you’re still the only one on base with the training needed for König’s medical care and considering your past experiences you were expecting the worst.

A muffin. Your favourite muffin. König was holding your favourite muffin. He was holding your favourite muffin? You stared at him as he crossed the doorway, assessing him. No blood, no missing or extra limbs, no limp, no obviously broken bones. He didn’t need medical attention from what you could see. Unless it was something embarrassing and private but unlike other soldiers on base you didn’t think the Colonel was the type to sleep around and contract several STDs.

Confused, you just continued staring at him until he offered you the muffin,

“You missed breakfast this morning. Thought you might be hungry.” He gave a small shrug as he handed you the muffin.

“I did. I am,” you give him a bright smile, “Thanks, these are my favourite too!” munching on the muffin and assured that he wasn’t in danger of passing out on you, you settled back behind your desk and gestured for him to sit too.

“So just a muffin that brought you down or do you need something from me?” you ask around a mouthful, thinking that maybe this was a more routine medical issue.

“I can’t come and see my favourite Kleiner Artz?” his eyes scrunch up underneath his mask, it’s a small sign that tells you he’s smiling. Ghosts’ eyes do the same, that how you know, “You missed breakfast and it was pancake day, you never miss pancake day so I wanted to check on you. Noticed your teammates didn’t come see you, is that how the legendary 141 operate?” His concerned tone is what you notice most, it sounds genuine enough but there just something about it that leaves you on edge.

“Ah, you’re scouting.” Throwing the wrapper in the bin before mustering your professional voice, the one you use on superiors who try to refuse medical treatment, “While I appreciate the concern Colonel, my team and I operate just fine. I’m quite happy with my working conditions and no, I’m not interested in a pay rise. Does that satisfy you?” plastering a fake smile on your face you wait for him to dismiss himself, even though you don’t technically have to conform to the PMCs ranks you feel it’s disrespectful to fully dismiss them.

He slowly shuffles towards the door, stopping and shaking his head before closing it behind him. Like he had something else to say however you didn’t have much time to dwell on it as you had supply forms to be completing.

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It was after 3pm before you had finished all the forms which meant if you wanted them ordered today you had to hand them to your lieutenant personally, which was no easy task. Figuring one of the sergeants might have seen him at some point you stop by their shared office first,

“Hey, has LT been around today?” standing in the doorway you watch as Soap lines up a spit ball with Gaz’s head,

“Something about meeting with the Cap and paperwork. Probably in his office.” Comes the reply from Gaz. Just as he looks up towards you Soap sees his moment and fires, hitting Gaz right above his eye.

“Ha, that serves you right for eating all my snacks. I’ll be back, gotta get these to LT before four.” You walk off, throwing a wave behind you and keeping an ear out for the chaos that often followed the two.

Just as Gaz had said, Ghost was in his office. Cursing at paperwork and idiots and probably every officer on base by the sounds of it. Knocking on his door you waited for the command to enter and give him your request,

“Supply forms sir, there’s a few of them that are urgent. Should probably take priority over field reports.” You hand him the forms, knowing he’d take the opportunity to do anything other than read recruits reports.

“Thanks, I’ll get them in tonight,” he puts them on top of a pile but doesn’t dismiss you as expected, “You missed breakfast. Everything solid?” he asks.

“Yes sir, just overslept.” You give him nod, keeping it short so he has less time to sense the lie.

“Alright, let me know if you need anything though yeah?” He doesn’t dismiss you until you acknowledge his indirect order after which you make a beeline back to your office. You always feel like Ghost sees your soul whenever you stand in front of him like that and you need some time to decompress. Especially with the paranoia from last night still lingering.

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Your office was a safe space, despite all the physical trauma it sees, it’s where you go to centre yourself. To just be. For you it’s a sanctuary of hope, of where you do your best work and in the moments where there’s no emergency to be dealt with its tranquil and peaceful. With the rain tapping against the window and all your paperwork done, you settle in to enjoy a quiet moment. Closing the door and with your back against it, eyes closed and just breathing. In, out. In for one, two, three, four, five. Out for one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

The silence you can hear is a rare thing on a military base. No shouting, banging, not even a vehicle passing. Just the rain. And? Bubble wrap? Focusing on the sound, pop, pop, pop. It’s not a gun, you’re far too familiar with those and it’s not bubble wrap. The sounds are too long, it’s like someone blowing a bubble with gum and then it pops. The sound echoes in the empty hallways so you settle for counting the pops until you can’t hear anymore; one, two, three… seventy two… ninety five… one hundred and sixteen. The pops eventually faded and after the last one you opened your eyes. Your office the way you left it, except for one detail. A peach envelope.

There, in the middle of your clean desk lay a nightmare and all you could do was stare at it. Frozen. Your door was locked. You double checked. You always double check because of all the medications in it. Your door was locked and your window doesn’t even open, the key to it being lost forever ago. Your door was locked, how was this envelope on your desk. What else had this person done? Where else had they been? How? Where? When? Who?

The questions swirling around your head left your heart rate climbing and your hands shaking. You could barely open the envelope because of the shaking. As you tore it open you took another moment, in and out. Breathe in, breathe out. Getting a hold of yourself before you read it. As the shakes slowed you could make out the typed writing;

My Dearest Heart,

I hope you had a pleasant rest. Mine was wonderful, dreaming of you. I hope that pleasant dreams were the reason you missed breakfast and not anything nasty. You looked so worn down when I saw you in his office, I do hope he isn’t making your life difficult. Oh My Heart, I hope you know that I would do anything for you. I would damn the world if it was what you wanted from me. I’ve left you some presents in your drawer, hopefully this time that dreadful fox doesn’t steal them. I can’t have My Heart going hungry after all.

With all my love,

Your Soul

Retching you lunged for your bin, throwing up what little you had eaten that morning. They had been following you. You knew they were watching but they had followed you this morning and you hadn’t seen them. What good was a soldier who isn’t aware of their surroundings? How could you have missed them? The halls were empty, they should have been obvious but they weren’t. Unless they weren’t physically following you? Could they be watching from the cameras? Could the be using other people to follow you? You were all trained military personnel, there were hundreds of ways to follow a target, you knew that. They could be anywhere. You might have never even seen them in person.

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The letter burned a hole in your combat pockets until you could make it back to your room after lunch. You had to constantly remind yourself not to reach to check it was still there and hadn’t fallen out. Lunch was quiet, with the Lieutenant still drowning in paperwork and Soap running a demolitions class for recruits it was just you and Gaz. Until he had to run before he was late for a meeting and it was just you, alone at your table in the noisy mess hall, picking at your food until you deemed you’d spent an appropriate amount of time being seen by people.

Walking back to your room, your legs felt like lead. Like they were getting heavier with each step. You took the longer route back, sticking to hallways that were always populated, saluting where necessary and saying hello to other people just to prolong your pain. You didn’t want to go back to your room. It’s peace had been ruined. You didn’t want to go back to your office, it too being soiled.

Your feet kept you along the familiar paths, pulling you closer with each step as your mind wandered. Lists of people. Theories about how. Questions about why. With your head buzzing with paranoia and questions, you didn’t even notice when your feet stopped outside a door and your hand had already knocked,

“Enter.” The gruff voice called out through the wood. Breathe in, breathe out. The questions in your head stopped abruptly as you opened the door and stepped through, the click of it echoing in the room. Breathe in, breathe out. Looking at him across the room, the one person you feel certain your stalker can’t be, one last big breath in and out,

“Lieutenant Riley? I need your help sir.” Your voice shakes, your whole body tensing, as if preparing for a fight as your hand reaches into your pocket and pulls out the envelope. He stands slowly, reaching out for the letter as he assesses you, he watches as your body collapses the second the paper leaves your hand.

#bluespoonswriting #octo!könig #call of duty fanfic #call of duty x reader #könig x reader #konig x reader #cod fanfic

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jazzyblusnowflake · 7 days

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mini update yay-

so lets see, ill start off apologizing for being dead- exam season is around the corner and the only good thing about that will be that i will no longer have to teach or design papers- so i can probably draw a bit again, hopefully at least- so i WILL get back to the requests yall have sent me i promise uwu💕

tho bad news comes in the form of my school principles and viceprinciples bullying me because im a newbie, saying im not good at my job and putting their shortcomings as my fault because who wouldnt like to blame someone else for something they werent able to do- and i feel like the abuse im taking in this toxic environment is convincing me slowly to quit my job and start risking less stable jobs even if it means being my daddies little house girl again for a while. 🙄 at the very least even if im leaching off my parents i still actually HAVE somewhat decent parents and thats not something alot of people could say and im greatful for that.

the audacity was well shown when the principle went on the teachers meeting and was like "some of the teachers here who i will not name dont know how to do their job-" and then told me that i only got my job cuz my dad is rich [which yeah sure my daddy studied 4 years of uni and then credited me sure mmhmm makes sense.] and honestly i feel like im surrounded by 50 year old toddlers-

overall, learning to adult is difficult and im glad some people are helping me figure out how to put together a resume and apply for jobs and all that.... but i guess the next bad news comes in the form of us leaving for russia. i dont hate seeing other countries but having my life uprooted immediately after work ends and summer starts and selling off the car and putting stuff in boxes and yeeting ourselves via plane to live somewhere else for the next 4 years in pure isolation is not something my mental health is gonna be haha about. esp since im gonna have to talk to my therapist and doctor to give me enough meds for me to be able to search for another doctor while im there to give me similar treatment. ughhhhhhh.

overall i feel like i have reached a lovely level of ✨️no longer giving a shit about existance✨️ and thanks to some friends i was convinced juuuuust enough to reconsider ending myself :) in my defense, google was getting annoying for only bringing up hotlines =_=

my eyes cant see well anymore due to constant crying and emotional numbness has taken over me, so i apologize if i may seem out of it or a lil blunt at times when im talking lol i no longer have the energy to PRETEND and hold a mask to seem SOCIALLY appropriate and in this last month of school im gonna be making it everyone elses problem at school.

but other than that im looking forward for school ending so i could just sleep for a while without waking up BEFORE my alarms at 5am.

ok lets see what else uhh... my bday is on 19th and i pray to lord nobody makes a surprise party for me here, the anxiety of being in crowds is already kicking me in the ass im not ready to pretend to have a social battery ugh.

okay thats it mostly, i think.

i actually made this update MINI get it? :D

...ill show myself out...

#snow rambles

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angelsanarchy · 8 months

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 15 -> CH 16

"Some neighbors borrow sugar or have cook outs." "Pumping your stomach and seeing your cock seems more of a giant leap rather than a small social step"

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Jack rolled over in bed feeling the slight burn of a headache. He reached over to grab the glass sitting on the nightstand to take a drink of the stale water. He felt something brush against his foot and jerked his leg up.

"Sorry my feet are naturally ice cubes." Jack had completely forgotten Y/n had stayed with him last night. He blushed realizing how much of a mess he was last night and how fucking cute she looked in his shirt with bed head. He willed the hard on that grew and pulsated with his migraine in rhythm.

"We didn't..." Jack pulled the covers up a bit feeling how naked he was.

"Uh no we didn't fuck but you did wake up at about 4:30AM and started fighting to escape your pajama bottoms, mumbling about your balls roasting so I wasn't going to fight you." Y/n explained wiping at her eyes. Jack covered his face in embarrassment.

"Don't be shy now. I've been inside of you Thurlow." Y/n wiggled her fingers at him and made a gagging gesture that made him laugh painfully.

"Fuck don't make me laugh." Jack pleaded rubbing his temples. Y/n leaned over and grabbed more aspirin before grabbing his pill case.

"Here, take these before you take your regular meds so they're the first thing that hits the system." Y/n put the pills in his hand and he tossed them back.

"I can't apologize enough. I feel like such a fucking idiot." Jack confessed looking over at her as she stepped out of the bed showing off her long legs.

"Hey! What are neighbors for?" She joked.

"Some neighbors borrow sugar or have cookouts." Jack reasoned.

"Pumping your stomach and seeing your cock seems more of a giant leap rather than a small social step." Y/n smirked. Jack shook his head at her and pushed his hair out of his face.

"Plus I would say that we're even now. I mean you got to see me naked, it's only fair." Y/n reminded.

"I didn't see you completely naked, this feels a bit different." Jack turned over onto his back and watched Y/n pull her jeans back on. She paused like she was considering flashing him but decided against it instead.

"You'll have to work a little harder to see me completely naked sweetheart." She teased him making him cock his eyebrow.

"Only a little huh?" He questioned making her laugh.

"Well yeah, I have seen your cock now so I'd say I'd be easily suggestible." As humiliated as Jack was when he woke up, he couldn't help but feel an excited pang in his belly knowing that despite him having a complete drunken stupor, she still found him attractive.

"You've got a few missed texts and your friend Shanda called but you were drooling so I let her know you were okay and I was keeping an eye on you. She said something kicking your ass when she sees you next." Y/n held out his phone and Jack took her hand into his making her plop back down on the bed.

"Seriously, thank you. I'm so sorry you had to see me like that. You probably saved my life." Jack smiled weakly and she put her hand on his cheek softly. He leaned into the warmth of her hand.

"You're allowed to need people Jack. We're neighbors but we're also friends." Y/n reassured.

"We kind of have to be. We've seen each other naked." Jack joked earning a cheeky grin.

"Exactly!" She agreed dropping her hand from his face.

"I'm glad I have a friend so close by who knows how to handle all of this." Jack shook his pill bottle in his hand and she nodded.

"I'm glad to have a friend my age who can keep up with my wit." She stood from the bed and glanced at the clock.

"I've got to check on my mom. It's still fairly early, don't feel bad if you go back to sleep for a bit." Y/n waved at him and he nodded at her unsure of how to end this interaction without sounding like a weirdo.

"Get home safe." He cringed.

"Will do." He could hear her laugh as she descended the steps. Jack covered his face with his arms for a moment before shooting a text off to Shanda. His phone was barely still for 30 seconds before it was ringing.

"I'm never drinking again." He answered with his eyes closed.

"What the fuck! You didn't tell me you can't drink anymore you bitch. I wouldn't have partied so hard with you if I knew that." Shanda yelled.

"It's not that I can't drink, I just shouldn't drink with my medication." Jack clarified making Shanda growl.

"Yeah I told your hot neighbor to punch you in the throat for me." Jack smirked.

"How do you know she's hot?" He questioned. Shanda sent two text messages and he looked at them. One of them was a photo of himself passed out on her chest, actually cupping her tit ontop of the shirt and the other had her face in it giving and silly smile.

"She sent me a photo of you but I didn't know who she was so I made her take a photo in case you ended up murdered. She's fucking hot, you lucky bastard." Shanda explained. Jack shook his head at his friend and her investigative nature.

"I can't believe you made her take a photo of herself. I was groping her for Christ sake." Jack laughed.

"Yeah she seemed super upset about it. Is this the neighbor you mentioned?" Shanda asked.

"Yeah that's Y/N. She actually just left and told me to let you know I was alive but I do plan to pass out in about 12 seconds so-"

"Jack, she's cute has a great set of tits and likes you. Don't be a dick about it okay?" Shanda pressed.

"I'm hoping to not fuck it up. She did say some pretty flattering things about my cock though." Jack bragged.

"And on that note, this conversation is over. I draw the line at cock talk. Get some sleep and don't forget to take your meds." Shanda hung up and Jack drug himself out of bed to grab something to threw down his throat so his stomach wouldn't get wrecked by his medicine before laying back down. He cuddled up next to his pillows and could smell Y/n's hair from the night before along the top. He closed his eyes and let the smell of her lull him to sleep.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Jack x Y/N #Glass Houses #Glass Houses Series #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #15/38

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alexanderlightweight · 11 months

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Hello! For Writing Wednesday could we please have some more Spoils of War or Created for Death? I’m obsessed with both of these to an insane degree:

What I love about SoW: tentative!Alec whom Magnus has to work at gaining trust from? I love it. There’s a line in one part about Magnus having to fix how the Clave broke Alec before Magnus can gentle him and I just—gorgeous, perfect, headcannon accepted. Veiled consorts? Hooooooly that’s so cool omg I swear I heard a symphony in my head when I realized where you were going. The mask? Alec’s hesitance and obedience, thinking everything is out to hurt him but doing it anyway because what choice does he have, is so beautiful, and Magnus mourning a little that he didn’t have more time to make the experience better for Alec but not willing to risk the delay and risk Alec growing even more distant is just 😍—lmao I could write an essay about how much I love this universe.

CoD: I fucking love eldritch angel nephilim and this is giving EVERYTHING. Nephilim who are cobbled together projects of the angels, their biology so skewed by angelic power that even the nephilim don’t know what their children will look like/heal like/die like. Mostly the difference being subtle, but sometimes Not. Raised to hate and fear their full potential, anything that is Too Angelic, and Alec a living hearsay/blasphemy even when his blood was only 30/70 because if it. AND THEN. It’s not losing Jace that tips Alec over, it’s Magnus dying—demon-born prince/king of edom enemy of the Clave. So gorgeous, holllyyyy. I can’t even think too much about Magnus collaring 6-winged Alec, about Alec kneeling for him, about the terrible kindness and protection in Izzy disowning her brother, about the gentleness of Magnus hiding Alec away and covering his eyes and hushing him because even the ANGELS wouldn’t know what to do in this situation, with this new body, and then Team Immortal coming in and IMMORTALITY and wow

Anyway yeah sorry for spitting up my lovestruck brain in your asks but I had to make sure that you knew you’ve struck me deeply with your writing and that’s why I’m begging on your doorsteps for literally any content in either one of these verses 💜

i'm very glad both stories are being enjoyed so much and please don't apologize i love stuff like this! it's a huge compliment but also it's just really nice to see that other people are as into and obsessed with my verses as i am. because sometimes i wait for my sleep meds to kick in and i just plot where i'm going and end up passing out in the middle of a mental scene being written lol

so i wrote a thing for spoils of war and thank you! i'm glad it was enjoyed because i have this big headcanon about how consorts are really magically important to warlocks and magical kings if dominion magic is in the fic and a big thing about that is protecting the consorts identity. via masks but also cloaking the consort in so much magic that you can't even tell anything abut them besides what the warlock allows you to know. and there is a lot of history thats hinted at

for created for death

izzy was fucked up about that, okay. but she had to relinquish alec as a brother because otherwise the clave still had ties to him. since they don't need them anymore, the clave sort of doesn't let true nephilim have any rights. so alec had to be disowned as a nephilim and then magnus was basically like 'okay but my magic is on him so hes mine since i calmed him down' and izzy was like 'he totally counts as a weapon. yours now. because thats the safest thing for alec atm

so alec is actually 70/30 and most nephilm are 30/70 in a angelic/mundane equation. which is why he was being kept watch over by the clave but uh, the fear of magnus dying kinda made him lose it

i hope you enjoy this!

<3 lumine

spoils of war

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Alec doesn’t know what’s going on.

Magnus didn’t bother explaining what the ritual was or what it did beyond that it was yet another bonding ceremony. But even their political wedding that signified the end of a war didn’t feel this elaborate.

Alec knows it doesn’t really matter, that he’ll be taking part in the ritual whether he knows what it does or not. In fact, it's almost better not to know than to know what he might need to do.

Alec can’t say no to whatever is going to happen and he knows that, so he takes comfort in the fact that he can still see. The mask has magic in and through it and Alec tries not to consider where it’s from and why he can feel nephil magic still fading from it.

Instead, he concentrates on Magnus and his magic and puts out the thoughts and details of his surroundings, like being watched by over a thousand warlocks and their companions, all hidden with their faces hidden behind a variety of masks.

It’s daunting to be here, to be taking part in something that feels so old and sacred when Alec was supposed to be no more than chattel. Fodder for a war built on the blood of innocents that Alec’s own people started. It feels wrong to be here so defenseless and yet know that Magnus’ magic will protect him better than any weapon.

—

Carefully, Magnus uses magic to take off Alexander’s ceremonial collar and he instead replaces it with a loop of pure magic that will slowly take on more and more power until the image of it will always become whatever Magnus wishes it to be.

For now, however, it is a tight loop of deep purple magic that pulses with Magnus’ magic and power in time to Alexander's every breath.

It’s a show of power to summon a single adamas arrow — one that Alexander gave to Magnus by his own hand — and hold it without harm. Alexander sucks in a startled breath — perhaps at the sight of one of his own arrows or that Magnus can hold it with ease — and Magnus can feel him quiver under Magnus’ palm.

“My protection is absolute. When you bleed it will be because I wish it, for no other is allowed to spill your blood.” Magnus uses the arrowhead to nick Alexander’s upper lip — just as he cut the lower with the stele — and then he leans forward to lick it off and suckle the cut until he earns a whine of pain.

“The flames of Edom will devour all before allowing anyone to touch you without my permission.” Magnus promises and his fingers dance with flames that brush harmlessly over Alexander’s neck — the shard of Magnus’ soul claiming Alexander in an undeniable way that will protect him from harm in Edom.

Alexander seems torn between leaning forward and stepping away and Magnus knows his boy better now than he did when they were wed. Alexander needs no leash as Magnus first thought, just a steady hand and Magnus’ voice.

The bonds between them are the only tether Magnus will ever need with Alexander.

“Sweetheart—” Magnus teases, his voice caressing Alexander with magic and he can see how his boy shudders at the sound and feel of it. He steps forward unconsciously, he's been instinctively drawn to Magnus from the very beginning and Magnus croons and reaches out. His palm blooms with hellfire before settling on Alexander’s hip and Magnus pulls him closer still.

“Should any look at you without being graced by my benevolence, their sight shall be consumed by my magic. A payment for stealing a glimpse of what is only mine to see.”

Magnus’ vows are instinctive and there is a primal surge of delight as he takes the ritual a step further, cursing any being who would dare look at Alexander’s uncovered face without his blessing.

It’s an old tradition.

Older still than the ritual Magnus is using and it’s something that has been out of style for over three centuries. Magnus still remembers the stories of how the legend of Medusa started. A warlock desperate to protect her gorgeous consort cursed her love with a vicious, loving protection.

Magnus knows now that Alexander expects to be a spectacle.

A disgraced nephilim in the eyes of his own people, traded away for a peace bought with his soul and virginity. Alexander expected to be paraded around as a mockery, a whipping boy for the clave to offer to the warlocks and it’s clear that’s what the clave told him he was.

But Alexander is not something to be gawked at.

He is not someone who Magnus will allow others to see, not to admire and certainly not to laugh over. Alexander is his consort and if that means that Magnus veils him in magic and curses all those who dare look upon him, then so be it.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #spoils of war #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years

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hello!!! i saw that your requests are open again :)) may i request something with yor briar where one day she comes home in rough shape and you take care of her and patch her up 🥺 thank you so much!

Home to You

Yor Briar x They/Them Reader

A/N: Yay Yor! A little short, but sweet. Hope you enjoy, thanks for reading! Word Count: 760

(Y/n) awoke from their deep slumber when they heard a loud thud from the living room. They sat up in bed and listened, trying to determine if they had really heard anything at all.

They were about to give up and go back to sleep when they heard the sound of various objects tumbling off of a shelf an a pained groan. Cautiously, they got out of bed to investigate.

“Yor,” they whispered, “is that you?”

“(Y/n), did I wake you? I’m sorry.”

(Y/n) turned on the light once they realized it was indeed Yor coming back from a job. When they saw her lying on the ground and bleeding, they gasped and fell to their knees beside her.

“Yor, what happened?”

“My target had a body guard… I was able to complete the job, but he shot me.” Yor breathlessly explained. “I feel woozy.”

“I would think so! You lost a lot of blood. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

(Y/n) studied the bullet wound near Yor’s shoulder, then looked at her back.

“There’s an exit wound. At least we won’t have to go digging around in there.” (Y/n) informed. “I’m going to get the med kit from the bathroom, sit tight.”

When they returned with the supplies, they got to work right away and gave Yor some local anesthesia to numb the wound site.

Yor marveled at how well prepared (Y/n) seemed to be. Not many people could treat a gun shot with what they had in their bathroom.

“Why do you have all of this?” Yor croaked, wincing a bit as (Y/n) prodded her skin to see if the anesthesia had kicked in yet.

“Ever since you told me about your other job… I was worried something awful like this would happen so I prepared.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.” Yor frowned.

“You don’t need to apologize, I’m just glad you made it back to me.”

“Mhmm,” Yor hummed tiredly, “It hurt a lot, but I wanted to get home to see you. The thought of you waiting for me made me keep moving.”

“Good. You always come back, okay? Always.” (Y/n) brushed Yor’s hair out of her face and wiped away the sweat and blood with a cool cloth after they finished stitching Yor up.

“Don’t fall asleep yet. I’m gonna clean you all up, wrap your injury, and then we’ll put you into something more comfortable, so you can rest.”

“Okay… I’ll try.”

“That’s my girl. Hang in just a while longer.”

(Y/n peeled Yor out of her blood stained dress and wiped her clean. They had to refill the bowl of water they were using three times. After dumping the red water down the utility sink for the last time, they patted Yor down, apologizing when they saw her shiver.

“Just a little bit more, honey. You are so strong.” They assured and wrapped a wide band of bandages over her shoulder and across her chest to affectively cover the wound.

“We need to stand up now, lean on me.”

Yor managed to push herself to her feet and (Y/n) half carried the muscular woman to the bedroom and sat her on the bed as carefully as they could.

Then they ran to the closet to retrieve an oversized sweater for Yor and some loose, comfy pants.

“Last step.” They promised.

They dressed Yor and helped her lay in a reclined position on a pile of their pillows.

“There we go. You did so well.” (Y/n) put in a brave smile and kissed Yor’s hand.

“Thank you, (Y/n).” Yor was fighting off sleep as long as she could so she could make sure (Y/n) would be alright.

“Rest, Yor. You’ll be okay now.” (Y/n) promised, tucking her in.

“What about you?”

“I wasn’t the one who was shot. I’ll be okay as long as you will be. Rest.” (Y/n) repeated, stroking Yor’s cheek with their fingers.

The motion finally coaxed Yor’s eyes shut. Try as she might, Yor couldn’t open them again because she was completely exhausted. Her hand weakly skimmed across the blankets until she found (Y/n)’s other hand to rest on top of.

“I love you.” She mumbled, drifting off.

(Y/n) kissed Yor’s forehead, “I love you too.”

When Yor’s breathing evened out, (Y/n) sat down hard in the big, comfy chair they kept in the bedroom and watched over Yor until morning. They only allowed themself to fully relax once Yor’s eyes fluttered open again and she smiled at them.

She was going to be just fine.

#spy family oneshot #spy x family oneshot #spy family x reader #spy x family x reader #yor briar x reader #yor forger x reader #yor x reader #yor briar #yor forger #requests #anonymous

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foster-the-world · 1 month

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Hard

Things have been hard with baby boy. Three weeks ago he had a really bad week at school (3K) - after doing well all year. Amongst other really unregulated behaviors he scratched his friend - twice. One time at pickup and one time at daycare. The kids Dad called and screamed at me. All I could do was apologize over and over while he yelled at me. Baby boy plays rough but is not normally aggressive. Over a year ago (at 2.5) he bit his friend one time. We made a big deal out of it and he never did it again.

We pulled him out of school short term to figure out a plan. Also not sending him to daycare anymore. The boys parent said he could not go if baby boy was there. Daycare said they would not kick him out (we are close with them after many years) but we didn't want the boy to suffer when he was the one who got hurt. We will get after school care for the rest of the year. At this point its only two more months.

No idea why he was out of whack. Maybe daylight savings time but he was still sleeping a lot??? My Mom flew in to help - Thank God. He's an angel for her and she's a baby/kid whisperer. I had a really hard time with it - random crying. Spiraling with future worries in a really unhelpful way. I'm not generally much of a crier but I also went out of whack. I suspect there was some residual bad/helpless feelings left over from foster care mixed in there.

He seemed to understand scratching his friend was bad. He asked if he could write an I'm sorry card for his friend. His friend was over it within minutes. The Dad clearly was not.

Despite fighting all year for services this kicked my butt into further gear. Managed to get the SEIT (masters degree special ed teacher) that we've been pushing for all year. Ten hours a week one on one while in class. She seems good. I'm guessing she's a recent graduate - but that's fine. Right now we've only been sending him for the two hours she is with him. Next week we will add in another two hours. Then a full day. He's very happy at home with my Mom. She's staying for a month.

Keeping him home has all been our choice. His teacher never wanted him out of class. I just didn't want to risk him doing it again when we didn't know why he was acting like that. He's normally wild but not like this. At the time it felt like keeping him home was keeping him safe. Since going back he's been behaving fine at school. So fingers cross it was just a bad week. This all happened to coincide with his second development pediatrician appointment where he got a official ADHD diagnosis. Also coincided with the response to our special ed due process hearing. We won. We can now pay an enhanced rate to find providers and got over 100 hours of back pay hours. With his ADHD diagnosis came a recommendation for parent training. Got lucky and found someone who seems solid. Starting Monday night. Its virtual and after the kids are in bed. I'm excited for that. It gives me hope there is a "right" way to help him. Of course, its not covered by insurance even though its the recommended treatment for kids under six. Put him in a social skills class- also not covered by insurance (=blah). I don't think it will help but figure he may enjoy it. I believe (and research shows) kids this young can't learn how to act when they are upset at a time they are not upset. But also believe it can't hurt. At this point we are trying all of the things. He finally has OT, PT and speech - all outside of school hours but that's okay. As I suspected the speech person said she has not noticed any problems. We will probably stop that soon enough. His dev ped said we can medicate. She says research shows it helps but also higher chance of side effects when it starts at a young age. I'm very pro medication but not interested in starting until he is old enough to properly verbalize how the they make him feel. If he always acted how he was during his bad week that would be a different story. Right now meds aren't worth the risk.

Thinking we will put him in a integrated class next year. I was hesitant but this experience made me change my mind. We are touring two schools in May. One said they'd probably have a summer spot. They will bus him - which I heard is terrible and unreliable but will see how it goes.

I love him so much. I want a crystal ball that tells me how to help him. Anyone have one of those?

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channieandhisgoonsquad · 7 months

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Ivry and her wild dreams!!

Word Count: 885

Warnings: None

Comment: Y’all. I can’t make this shit up. I mean I can, but you know what I mean. I be having the most fun dreams sometimes! Like the other night when I dreamt about a JJK character 🫣 but this time it was Jinnie!! 😍

I was the daughter of one of Chan's moms friend. And we all got invited to their vacation home to celebrate something. Or just for a party.

The boys were there too.

And Hyunjin was wearing that iconic “boyfriend” airport look with the glasses, black sweater, and longer hair. You know what I’m talking about. Hehehe.

Everyone was talking and having a good time. I was approached by Hyunjin and Felix and we were just chatting. I was awe struck by Hyunjin and his aura though and had to excuse myself because damn I was so attracted to him.

I went outside the front of the house. The house was in the middle of nowhere, so I just wandered out towards this small play area from when their kids were small. There was a tree swing and I just sat on it and tried to calm myself.

I was facing Away so I didn’t notice that Hyunjin had come out to check on me. He started pushing me on the swing after asking if I was okay. We just had fun being dorks and acting like children together. I thanked him for being kind and checking on me and he went in for a hug. I didn’t realize how low cut my dress was in this dream until I caught Hyunjin blushing at the way my big boobs squished between us.

There was something about the guys having small sleeping spaces in the upstairs of the house. I had wandered up there and Hyunjin was going through his bag looking for something. I was embarrassed because I was looking for where I was sleeping and came in on him on accident. (This was apparently like a week getaway thing and some of us were staying the whole time.) But he was kind and helped me find my room.

After that, the next day, the guys invited me to go get food with them. It was a cute local place on a busy street. Unfortunately, I was getting a headache from my allergies since we were eating at a long table outside on a front patio at the restaurant. Hyunjin gave me his hat and told me to rest my eyes on his shoulder while the pain meds kicked in.

Everyone was talking and having fun and I started to doze off. But when Jinnie laughed at something I woke up. And I realized that someone was taking photos of us across the table. Not one of the guys. It was a fan girl. I was pissed.

Jinnie tried to talk nicely to her about privacy, but she took a photo of me then. And I got pissed and grabbed her phone and chucked it into the street and it broke. And then everyone started looking at me like I was the crazy one and I stormed off.

I was just walking down the sidewalk to cool off when I came up to a playground outside a school. The sun was setting and there were no kids around. I didn’t realize that Hyunjin had gotten up to chase after me. I climbed up the jungle gym and then saw him getting up behind me.

I immediately started feeling lighter in his presence. It was cute because I tricked him into thinking I was going to go down a slide, so he went down a different one. I was laughing so hard at him. He was laughing too but he ran back up to catch me. I was laughing so hard at his reaction that I didn’t have time to run.

He made like an animal growl sound and grabbed onto me to pull me into a hug. I put my arms around his waist and apologized for breaking that person's phone. He said he understood why I did it especially considering I'm not used to being in the spotlight.

We swayed for a second with my head on his chest. He hummed softly in the moment something I didn't recognize. And then he called my name, and I looked up, he picked me up, I squealed and wrapped my arms over his shoulders and my legs around him for leverage. And he just started kissing me. Not lightly. Intense. And I kissed him back.

He set me on a railing of the equipment because we were still on the play set. After continuing to make out I pulled away and complained about my butt hurting on the small rail because I am not a skinny lady. We laughed and he helped me down gently. I stood on a step, so I was at perfect height to him. He massaged my soar ass cheeks while we continued to giggle and make out more.

He confessed to me that he wasn’t normally into women but as soon as he and Lixie talked to me he was in awe of how much I wasn’t afraid to be my dorky weird self. And he just said that he was so glad he chased after me because everything, conversations, having fun, and being happy, was easy with me.

The dream ended with us continuing to kiss heavily on this playground as it got darker.

It was such a lovely dream! I want to go back to it!

My Spooky Pookies: @moonlightndaydreams @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha @lyramundana @linlinaert @caitlyn98s @noellllslut @diorrxluvskz @stolasisyourparent @queenmea604

#I love Hwang hyunjin #he is so dear to me #stray kids #skz #i love him #loml #hwang hyunjin #hyunjinnie #hyunjin #he’s so cute #just a little fluff #all cute

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bleachedjuice · 1 year

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Adrenaline High pt5.

I hope everyone is doing OK and having a good day! Sorry about the long time stretch between this update and the last one. I've been busy with school,sports and work but now my schedule is clearing up abit so expect some more frequent updates, possibly daily ones. :)

Warnings: foul language,mentions of anxiety,and angst(duh)

The journey back to the base practically sucked any possible conjunctions of energy left out of your body due to the adrenaline wearing off. Leaving you with an aching body and heavy feeling eyes. Grumbling as you shuffled behind Soap and Alejandro as they spoke you could feel Ghosts rumbling steps behind you and Gaz,as well as Rudy. Who seemed to be jumpy at Ghosts mere presence. Anyone would really,but that's the thing. You weren't,and you where sure as hell weren't going to be any time soon. All you saw in Ghost was that he was just like the boogeyman. Something that hid in the dark and shadows. And you weren't scared of the dark.

After the processing of Talking to Price and him reporting to Laswell you felt yourself practically drag your now dazed mind to your room and you blindly grabbing sweats and black tank top as well a change of boxers. Kicking off your boots with a groan as you stepped away from the pile of blankets and a mattress ontop of a cot that you called a bed before utterly turning the corner harshly and slamming into someone's chest.. looking up as you scampered as few steps back you where only swiftly looking up to meet a pair of hard blue eyes baring down on your own gaze.

"Your bleeding"

Scoffing you then gave a mumbled apology and went to shove past the hulking figure.

"Your Bleeding."

A bit harsher this time.

"I'll be fine."

And again you went to push past..and again you where denied.

"Ghost I promise you I will be fine now let me fucking past"

He seemed to try and puff himself up more,to appear..intimidating?

Shooting a glare at him as choked out sound of aggravation found its way into your voice as you again when to shove past him,this time budging him a bit..but only to be shoved back harder by him.

"Go to medbay Hound. Now."

"Unlike your mere beliefs of my name leading me to be a fucking lap dog, I am not Ghost. Now let me fucking past or so help me-"

"Or what soldier?"

Letting out a hiss through your teeth you felt your nerves reach their last end with this man as you harshly shoved past him,letting out a hard voice as you spoke.

"Don't fucking try to care when you dont."

And as the bathroom door went to swing shut you swore you heard a whisper from him.. pleading almost,'I do'

Standing there as the hot water steamed and stung your skin was not helping with the strangled feeling you felt as you practically clawed at you skin at the dried blood on your body,groaning at the feeling of the now apparent cut over your eye burning as it was washed out by the water and soap trinkling out if your scalp.

And you found that some of the blood from the gun fight from earlier wasn't coming off...

Causing you to panic and scrub even harder..and harder... and harder.

Before soon you felt like you couldn't breathe as the mere thought of the blood forever staining your hands scared you..

You couldn't breathe..

You let out a strangled noise as you leaned against the wall,the cold wall greeting your back almost greedily as you slammed your eyes shut and forced air into your lungs..

In...

Out..

In...out..

In......

Out.

And with that you immediately turned to water off and got yourself dressed and dried off in silence. No thoughts to yourself..your eye had stopped bleeding..and you weren't taking a trip to med bay at this time of the night. You couldn't shake the feeling,that manic drowning feeling..and so,you took yourself and your wallowing thought to your room and with that you flopped weakily onto your bed and entangled yourself with the blankets..and as you drifted off into drained sleep...you swore you could make out a Ghost mask at your door...

#ghost mw2 #simon riley #ghost x male reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader

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bellafragolina · 1 year

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Hi Bella, this is my first ask so a little nervous 😓 But may I have the submas twins (separately) taking care of their s/o after a full day at the beach, their s/o put on the proper amount of unscreen but still got over burnt and needs a good aloe gel massage?

(Don't mean to project, but currently in pain from a good day at the beach yesterday🥺)

Love your writing of the good bois and I can't wait for more😊💛✨️

hello! Boy do I feel you! I reapplied sunscreen like five times while tubing and still my ass got sunburnt. Couldn’t sit down for like a week

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Ingo:

Ingo is so worried. He doesn’t understand why you got burnt! Not only did you apply sunscreen yourself, but Ingo pestered you about it and helped you reapply himself! And he’s fine! So why are you so burnt? He feels responsible almost, so he puts it entirely on himself to take care of you

Ingo lavishes you in attention. He gives you water and other drinks to keep you from dehydrating, he massages aloe and lotions onto your stiff, sore skin. He helps you find ways to be as comfortable as possible while burnt in odd places.

Should you happen to get sun poisoning, Ingo is beside himself with worry and guilt. He eases you into a cool bath, so careful of your burns, now raised and white. He applies aloe on you every hour on the hour. He takes off work to feed you and soothe your pain, desperate to get you better. He kisses your less sore spots, and reads to you in bed, waiting for your painkillers to kick in so you can sleep.

Whatever you desire, he’ll bring it to you, as an apologize for his negligence, even though you assure him none is necessary

Emmet:

Emmet is in as bad of shape as you, if not better since you had him reapply sunscreen with you. Emmet tends to forget those things in the rush of fun beach activities. He’s a bit sunburn in some places, but you. . . he winces looking at you sometimes. How did you burn so bad despite the sunscreen??? He doesn’t understand, but he does know how to help

Since Emmet is bad about remembering sunscreen, he knows how to take care of someone with a bad sunburn. He gives you water, lays cool towels on your burns after rubbing aloe on them. He distracts you to take your mind off of the pain while the meds kick in. In his opinion, it’s the perfect time to relax and kick back, play easy going video games together, or watch him get frustrated at the harder ones.

Should you get sun poisoning, however, Emmet is both at a loss and panicking. He calls Ingo, who merely comes over and feeds off Emmet’s panicking. They try their best to help you how the internet says too, but it’s a little rough at first, thus not that good for your miserable state. Eventually, as things click, Emmet is able to help you take cool baths, apply aloe, drink lots of water and such, without as much fuss. He takes a few days off to make sure you recover without much pain or scarring

He’s happy to help however you need! Just tell him and he’s off! His Joltiks will perform a little show for your amusement while he’s away, to keep your mind off of things. It’s very cute

🍓🍓🍓

Thank you for sending something in!! I hope I did your first request justice!!

~Renee

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #submas x reader

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trashyandtiredsol · 8 months

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Sona skrunkly~ ✨

Gonna hopefully find a ref (WHY'S IT KEEP AUTO CORRECTING TO RED) for the pose eventually so I don't procrastinate this cuz idk what I'm doing :P

Kinda wanna also make a feral weresona also- idk if this one will be weresona feral enough, so might end up making another one!! :D (idk if this word dump makes sense, so I apologize if it doesn't, my sleep meds kinda feel like there kicking in now-)

Gn/Day y'all!! :D

#sol full of art #artists on tumblr #small artist #art #digital artist #digital art #my sona art #it's my sona #my sona #sona art #weresona #sona

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p-artsypants · 3 months

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Paint it Black (17) Testing

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Starfire awoke suddenly. A hand violently smacked against her face, and an elbow collided with her stomach. Given her natural resilience to physical blows, they didn’t so much hurt as startle.

She sat up quickly, quickly orienting herself. She was in bed, next to Black, where they had fallen asleep together while talking.

Now, he had his eyes clenched shut tight as he tossed and turned in agony. A grimace pulled at his lips as he bared his teeth.

“Robin?” She shook him gently.

He thrashed involuntarily, kicking and whipping his arms around, knocking a pillow off the bed.

“I will take you to the medical bay,” she declared, grabbing his flailing wrist.

The touch seemed to hurt as he cried out in pain.

“I’m sorry,” she sternly pulled him to her body, pinning his limbs. “I can’t allow you to hurt yourself.”

He continued to jerk and wriggle as they swiftly traveled. He moaned and whined, but didn’t scream, which she was thankful for as she didn’t think she could handle it.

When they arrived at the med bay, she made quick work of getting him onto the bed, and restrained. “It is not ideal,” she apologized. “But it is only temporary, and only so you do not hurt yourself. I will return shortly.”

As a girl on a mission, she zipped through the halls. Cyborg’s room was the closest, so she entered and awoke him.

“Many apologies for disrupting your sleep cycle, but I believe the time has come to perform Robin’s blood test.”

Cyborg blinked his human eye at her, blearily. “Oh, gotcha. It’ll take a second for my system to start up. But I’ll meet you there.”

“Very well. I shall go inform Mr. Batman.”

At Robin’s room, where Batman was staying, she knocked once. He answered fairly quickly, making her wonder if he was even asleep.

“He’s ready?” Bruce asked, by way of greeting.

“I believe so. He is in the medical room. He was unresponsive and his body moved against his will. I have restrained him.”

“I see. Good work. I’ll go tend to him. Why don’t you let the others know? They might want a chance to see Robin, if he’ll make an appearance.”

“Yes sir.”

—-

When Starfire returned to the med bay with Raven with her, Cyborg, Bruce, and Alfred were hard at work.

Alfred was the one taking the blood sample, while Cyborg and Bruce held Robin still.

Starfire and Raven took up their places and helped.

“Unfortunately,” Bruce began, “we might end up having to take a few tests over time, depending how much fentanyl is in his system.”

“And we can’t give him Narcan?” Cyborg asked.

“There would be no point. At this stage, he’s not under the effect of any opioids, and giving him anything would further mess with the test.”

“I have a sample,” stated Alfred, capping off the IV port.

“I’ve got the computer all ready for analysis,” Cyborg gestured, leading Bruce into the next room.

Robin continued to moan softly. But his movements were less erratic and spaced farther apart. He was sweating profusely.

Starfire wetted a washcloth with cool water and gently wiped his face and neck.

Shortly after, Beast Boy arrived, still in his pajamas. “Sorry I’m late,” he yawned. “Did I miss the test?”

“They’re analyzing it now,” Raven provided.

“Cool. I hate needles. How’s Robby?”

“Unresponsive,” Starfire lamented as she dabbed his face.

“What did he say when he came to you?” Raven asked. “Was he a little responsive then?”

Starfire blushed slightly. “It was several hours ago. He could not sleep and he came to me to tell me of his time in captivity. Eventually, we both fell asleep.”

“That’s not really a conversation most people would fall asleep to…” Beast Boy smirked.

“You are correct, but I believe he felt…relaxed. I took notes, and I will share with those who wish to know. I will caution, it is not easy to hear.”

Bruce and Cyborg returned a minute later. “I think I'd like to get another test in about an hour. There’s trace amounts of fentanyl in the system that will throw off the antidote formula. In the meantime, the computer is at least compiling a list of components to counter the poisons.”

“What do we do in the meantime?”

“We wait. As long as someone sits up with him, the rest of you can go back to sleep.”

“Ugh,” groaned Beast Boy. “After all that? Boooo.” He morphed into a cat and jumped up to curl up to sleep on a chair.

“I shall stay up with him,” Starfire stated.

“I’d stay too,” said Cyborg. “But I’d like to finish charging my batteries in case of an emergency.”

“I’ll make some coffee,” said Raven.

“I shall assist,” offered Alfred.

After they all left, it was just Bruce and Starfire left behind. The room turned rather quiet, as the only sounds were the beeps and boops of the medical equipment. Robin’s groans of pain had calmed down considerably, though he didn’t appear to be any more comfortable or relaxed. His face was tight as his mouth twisted into a grimace.

Starfire frowned harshly as she wetted the wash cloth again and put it on his face. It was so unfair that he had to be in all this pain and couldn’t even have any medicine to help.

“When I came to Earth,” Starfire said aloud. “I had just escaped a Gordianian slave ship. Prior to that, I was held captive by the Psions and experimented on to satisfy their sick curiosities.”

Bruce had the impression that Starfire liked to hold conversation, but this wasn’t your average small talk.

“I have seen many horrible things. Human morality is not the standard across the universe. Many fellow prisoners were killed over scraps of food. Pain was an expectation. Out of my friends here, I believe I was the most prepared to hear of Robin’s time in captivity. Even then, some of the things he said made me sick to my nine stomachs. There is causing pain because you do not care about the people around you, only your survival. And then there is causing pain because it gives you great delight and pleasure.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes, giving her his undivided attention.

“I used to believe that the Psions were the most evil creatures in the universe, because they caused pain for curiosity's sake. But even that can have an ounce of good in it. But what these men did…”

Bruce closed his eyes, all too familiar with the torture she had probably been told about.

“Humans are so complex and nuanced. I stayed on Earth because its inhabitants are beautiful creatures,” she delicately pushed some of Robin’s hair away from his face. “But this was a side of humanity I wish I never knew existed.”

“The Joker is an exception. His depravity isn’t the norm. It does happen, and has happened if you look over the span of human history. But those actions are largely considered abhorrent. Don’t lose sight of the beauty in humanity. We need more people like you, Starfire.” Bruce said this with such conviction and ferocity, she didn’t expect it.

“But…”

“In our line of work, it is so easy to become jaded. To think that humanity is beyond saving. Especially in Gotham,” he chuckled mirthlessly. “That place is a cesspool, and I often find myself wondering if my work will ever be done. But then I see parents out with their kids, or a student walking a dog, or teenagers laughing and eating pizza. I see lives that are complex and full of nuance, and they need our protection from the exceptions.”

A smile, however small and sad, graced Starfire’s face. “I suppose you would be correct. You have been doing this much longer than I have, so you would know. I shall take your advice to heart.”

Bruce didn’t say it, or even let any part of his face convey it, but he was glad that Robin was around Starfire. She was a good influence, and would bring better healing than he ever could. Instead, he said, “thank you, for telling me about your past. I understand you better now.”

A genuine smile painted her face.

“Star?” A small voice spoke from the bed.

“Robin?” She perked up slightly, and leaned in to tend to him.

“Star? Starfire?” He asked again, his head lulling back and forth.

“I am here, my dear Robin.” She undid the restraints that bound his wrist and took hold of his hand. “I am right here.” She spoke softly.

Robin tightened the hold, almost like he was checking to make sure she was real.

Bruce quietly got up to let the others know that he was awake.

“How…do you feel?” He croaked.

“What? Why do you ask such a thing? I should be asking you.”

He moved his hand up to touch her neck. “I hurt you, Star…I hurt you…”

“Oh Robin, that was not you. And I am fine. You know it will take more than that to damage me.”

“I’m sorry,” he sniffed. “I’m so sorry…”

“You have been forgiven.” She petted his hair. “Do not fret, dear Robin.”

“I hate this. I hate all of this,” he cringed as a wave of pain rolled through him. “I can see you, when Black is in control. I can see you, I can hear you…but I can’t do anything else.”

“We will have you fixed soon. They shall take another blood test and create an antidote for the poison.”

“I can’t wait,” he winced. “Because this sucks.”

Beast Boy shifted back from a cat. “I thought I heard Robin’s voice, is he…?”

“H-hey Beast Boy…” Robin managed to smile.

“Hey buddy! Good to see you! How you feeling?”

Robin shook his head slightly. “Not...not great.”

“Yeah…that’s fair,” Beast Boy gave his leg a pat.

Robin swallowed thickly as he met Beast Boy’s eyes. “I’m so proud of you.”

Beast Boy startled at the sudden compliment. Robin didn’t hand them out very often. “For what?”

“My puzzle. It was the only thing I could think of that wasn’t suspicious…and someone on the team would figure out.”

“Well, Raven was the one that figured out that you were picking songs on purpose. So I can’t take all the credit.”

Robin’s eyes crinkled with something akin to mirth, “I’ll have to thank her too, then.”

“Looks like you can do that right now!” Starfire chirped as Raven and Alfred came into the room.

“What is he doing?” Raven asked.

“Thank you for helping Beast Boy–” a wince, “solve my code.”

She sat beside him and held his hand. “Anytime.”

He squeezed her back. “I’m sorry I yelled at you…I was so relieved…when you made it inside my head. Having this…disease with Black is like my captivity is still going on. Even now, when I can finally speak, I know it won’t last.” He sniffed.

“It won’t be much longer,” Starfire comforted. “But Robin, we do not place any fault or blame on you for this situation. I have been studying psychology in an effort to help you. From my understanding, Dissociative Identity Disorder develops from shocking events as a coping mechanism. Children that had something traumatic happen during their childhood are at a higher risk, and from what we heard of your past…”

“Dissoci–is that what this is?” He cringed. “That’s what they call Multiple Personality now, right?”

“I am far from qualified to confirm a diagnosis, but it seems fairly obvious to me.”

“Agreed dude,” said Beast Boy. “I don’t even know what Dissa–Dia–Diablo Dent—”

“Dissociative Identity Disorder.”

“Yeah, I don’t really know what that is, but you definitely have two personalities.”

Robin clenched his eyes shut as the pain and disappointment rolled over him. “Then…they were successful. They did it. I’m…I’m just like Dent.”

“Not quite,” Bruce said from the doorway.

Robin turned to look at him, mortified. Of course, he had known that Bruce was in Jump, but seeing him in person, after everything he had done, was a different story. “B-Bruce, I’m so…so sorry…”

“Hey, Dick, calm down.” The man said as he sat by his IV port. “It’s okay.”

“I messed up…I messed up so bad.” A tear ran down his cheek.

“You couldn’t have known they were in Jump and responsible for this. You noticed something was wrong at the psychiatric unit and acted. Messing up would have been brushing off all the signs I taught you and letting them disappear without a trace. So stop beating yourself up.” He prepared the next vial for a blood sample. “Starfire is right that your secondary personality is a coping mechanism for trauma. But how stable or powerful it is without that poison in your system, that is yet to be determined.”

“And the opioids,” Robin whispered.

“And the opioids.” Bruce worked quickly to get another sample. “We’ll see if this one is good. If it is, we’ll get you a drip with painkillers in it.”

Robin’s lip trembled. “Just sedate me. I don’t…I don’t want him to talk anymore. He needs to die.”

Alfred responded, “We have the means and knowledge to patch you up, but anesthesia is another matter entirely. One I am not comfortable attempting with all that is in your system.”

Robin scrunched up his face as he was filled with more pain, anger, and humiliation.

“I’ve been treating it like you’re drunk,” said Beast Boy. “Not that I hang around that many drunk people, but you know how they say crap they normally wouldn’t say when they’re sober? It’s kinda like that. Except you actually remember the stuff you say, so that’s a bit of a bummer.”

Robin coughed, and a little black spittle splattered on the sheets.

“Looks like visiting hours are over,” Bruce said determinedly. “Get him hooked up to the fentanyl. I’m going to run this sample. We’ve waited until the last possible second, so this is as good as we’re going to get.”

Things moved quickly then. Beast Boy went to get Cyborg, while Bruce and Alfred got to work. Raven stood by Robin’s head and used her healing powers to calm his mind.

While Starfire sat by his side, holding his hand, and feeling helpless.

Once the fentanyl was administered, they waited with bated breath to see what would happen. After about twenty minutes, Robin looked more relaxed and his complexion cleared.

“He’s asleep,” Starfire noted.

“As I would be,” said Alfred. “He was in pain all day. He must be exhausted.”

Beast Boy returned. “Cy’s helping Batman with the antidote. How’s he doing?”

“Better, it seems,” said Raven. “He’s resting. We haven’t seen Black reappear.”

Beat Boy sighed. “Then I feel like I can relax. It was really hard to sit by while he was in that much pain.”

“Indeed,” said Starfire, never once taking her eyes off of Robin’s sleeping face.

About an hour later, Robin was still asleep. Bruce and Cyborg came into the room, looking cautiously optimistic.

“We’ve got the formula for an antidote,” said Bruce. “I’ll need to talk to one of my connections to get some of the components, but I think we’re good to go.”

“Wonderful!” Starfire chirped, slightly floating.

“But,” Bruce interrupted them before they could begin celebrating. “There’s still no guarantee this will fix him. If this really is a case of DID, a shot of chemicals won’t fix it.”

There was silence before Beast Boy, before anyone else, stated, “well, what’s most important is his physical health first, right? This should keep him from putting himself in danger to get a fix, and he won’t deal with the poison pain, right?”

Bruce nodded. “That’s my hope. From here out, we’ll have to be looking for what triggers his personality. Maybe moments of stress will make that other personality come out. Maybe it will fade entirely with the poison neutralized. We have to be prepared for anything.”

“That’s kind of a risk of the job, isn’t it?” Cyborg mused. “Stopping crime is fun and feels good, but there’s always a chance you are irreparably damaged. You just have to roll with it.”

“One more thing,” Bruce crossed his arms. “If Black wakes up before we administer the antidote, we shouldn’t mention what its goal is. If he realizes the poison in his body is what lets him exist, he may become uncooperative.”

“It’s probably best he stays in here until it’s administered, then,” stated Raven. “And we should keep the restraints on his legs.��

Starfire landed on the floor again.

“So, playing the waiting game again, huh? My favorite…” Beast Boy morphed into a cat again and resumed his nap.

“Is any of that coffee ready?” Bruce asked Alfred. “I’ll take a cup in the office. I have an email to write.”

As everyone filtered out, Starfire was left alone with a sleeping Robin. She sat on the bed, and just watched him. Watched as his chest rose and fell with deep breaths. Watched for any sign of discomfort, but he was still.

Disease. Irreparably damaged. He needs to die.

Starfire didn’t know how to feel. Black was an unstable, volatile character that was unpredictable. But…he was a friend. And he was part of Robin. A coping mechanism. She didn’t really like him as a replacement to Robin, but on his own…

Would it feel like curing an illness? Or sacrificing a person?

Ultimately, it wasn’t up to her. It was Robin’s choice. And Robin was trapped, and needed to be free. There was no point in considering alternatives. If the antidote killed Black, then so be it.

Carefully, Starfire laid down on the bed, right beside Robin, and rested her head on his chest.

“I’m sorry.”

—

“It’s done.”

Bruce set the tray down on the table next to the hospital bed. Inside the tray was a set of syringes filled with a pink liquid, and the kit for administering it. “Fomepizole, potassium phosphate, prednisolone, and good ole Sodium bicarbonate.”

“But is it bubblegum flavored?” Black asked.

“Yes, but you won’t be tasting it,” said Bruce. “We’re injecting it right where we took your blood sample last night.”

“Then why bother flavoring it?”

“Because I knew you’d ask.”

There was a pause before Black nodded knowingly. “You’re joking. That was a joke.”

“I’m chock full of them.” Bruce took a seat and snapped on the gloves. “Now, the antidote has to be administered in steps. Because it neutralizes the poison in your system, a chemical reaction will take place. The chemical reaction could cause some adverse side effects if administered all at once.”

“Like what? Will I turn purple?”

“In a way…” Bruce said vaguely, not elaborating. “We’re going to give you the first dose, then in an hour, then next. I can’t guarantee it’ll be a pleasant experience either, but once it’s over, you should be all free of the pain of the poison.”

Black looked highly skeptical as he frowned and bit his lip. “I suppose I don’t really have the choice in backing out now, do I?”

“Not a chance. We went to a lot of work to make this.”

“Fine then.” Black grumbled, but relented. “Bottoms up,” then he turned to look at Starfire. “That’s what people say when they take a shot.”

Starfire squinted her eyes in confusion, but decided not to ask for clarification.

Bruce pushed the first dose of the antidote, and gnawed on his tongue while he waited for a reaction.

“Ohh, that burns. Not as bad as the poison they gave me, though,” Black wiggled his fingers as a heat traveled up his arm. “Okay, it’s getting a little…worse…” His eyes began to droop as his head tilted forward. His skin flushed and his breathing became heavy.

“Just relax,” Bruce gently pushed him back so his head rested on the mattress.

“I’m…burning…fuzzy burning…”

“Yep,” he hooked the saline drip back up. “That’s what Lucius said would happen. You remember our friend Lucius Fox, right?”

“...ears…and a tail…”

Bruce shook his head and looked at the Titans. “We won’t really know how it worked until we’re all done with the dosing, and that will take a few hours. Until then, he’s likely going to be in and out of consciousness. If he’s awake, he won’t be coherent.”

Beast Boy gave a long, exaggerated sigh. “And so again, we wait…”

Like divine providence, the alarms sounded, muted slightly in the med bay, but flashing red lights all the same.

“Or not,” Beast Boy perked up.

Bruce removed the gloves. “How bad is it?”

Cyborg analyzed the report on his arm. “Looks like Billy Numerous.”

“Is that bad?”

“He can divide himself into an army of clones. He has a limit, but it’s in the thousands.”

“And he has an annoying accent,” added Raven, under her breath.

“Master Bruce, I am perfectly capable of finishing this on my own,” said Alfred. “You should aid the Titans.” He took Bruce’s seat. “You could use the distraction.”

“Fine. Sounds like you guys could use all the help you can get with a villain like that.”

“I call shotgun in the Batmobile!” Beast Boy damn near screamed.

#fanfiction #teen titans #robin #starfire #robstar #paint it black #dick grayson #koriand'r #dickory

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