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moonstruckme · 5 months

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omg omg omg i can see it now, reader in the hospital hooked up to an ekg and emt!maurauders after dropping someone off sees her in the room and they go in to check on her and her pulse just skyrockets and sirius is like "oh are you still in shock?" and rem is like "...i don't think so" and then they all get so flustered and reader gets flustered and fluffffffff

Thanks for requesting!

part 1 | part 2

cw: hospital, head injury, broken ribs

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 979 words

Some of the whiplash you’d been warned about is setting in now. It’s been a few hours since the trio of unreasonably attractive paramedics had dropped you off at the hospital, and you’re stiff and sore all over. Even your knees have developed dark bruises, apparently from hitting the dashboard when you’d stopped suddenly. You don’t remember getting them.

The other doctors and nurses who’d been assigned to your care have been nice and of course highly competent, but no one has been as kind or warm as the men who’d picked you up at the scene. Ridiculous as it is, you almost miss them. There’s nothing comforting about this place, and if you can’t have the familiarity of a loved one with you, you’d happily settle for the strangers’ compassion.

The parade of hospital workers and concerned loved ones going past your room is endless, but you look up from your phone when someone stops abruptly in the doorway.

Sirius lets out a quiet oof when he crashes into James from behind, Rem simply sidestepping the both of them before coming to a stop in front of your room.

“Hey.” James grins at you. “It’s you, from the car crash.”

“Hi.” You return his smile bashfully, and Rem gives James an exasperated look.

“I’m sure she’d rather not be referred to as the girl from the car crash, James.”

“Right.” James' smile goes somewhat sheepish. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you reassure him. “Thanks for…uh, everything. Earlier.”

“You’re very welcome,” Sirius drawls, recovering from his collision and sauntering into the room. He gives you a not-so-subtle look over. “Just doing our job, dollface.”

The monitor connected to your finger starts beeping more rapidly, and the suave confidence saps from his expression.

“Shit, are you still in shock?”

It starts going faster. You’re pretty sure your face is getting red too. How much trouble would you be in if you just disconnected the thing?

“I don’t…” Rem’s eyes narrow, a second before his eyebrows raise an inch. “I don’t think so.”

Your gulp has to be audible.

“Oh,” Sirius says, his brow unfurrowing. He looks at you, and a smile curves his lips. “Oh.”

“Okay, the both of you fuck off.” James comes to your defense, striding over as if to forcibly remove Sirius from your beside. “Look what you’re doing to the poor girl! Remus, you didn’t have to give her away like that.”

“Better than her still being in shock,” Rem—or Remus, apparently—points out.

“It’s fine, darling,” James goes on with forced breeziness. He’s looking at you with such sweetness you’d almost believe his nonchalance if not for the quick way he blabbers on. “Honestly, it’s an unfair advantage for us that you’re the only one with a heart monitor on. Though I suppose I’m lucky I don’t have one on too, or we’d be making a pretty terrible symphony in here right now.”

It takes you a second to catch his meaning, but by the time you do he’s blushing nearly as badly as you.

He’s tossed himself under the bus just so you wouldn’t be down there by yourself.

You don’t know what to say to that, but a quiet thanks slips past your lips unchecked, and for reasons you cannot figure James’ smile softens in response.

“Anytime, love. So, what’re you still doing here?” He changes the subject hastily. “They keeping you for observation or something?”

“No, I’m just waiting for my ride to get off work,” you explain. “What are you doing here?”

Sirius grins, leaning against the wall near your bed. “We work here, babe.”

“No, I—I know that,” you laugh. It hurts your chest, and all three boys’ expressions tense with sympathy when something in your face must reveal it. “I meant, don’t you usually work in the ambulance?”

“We just dropped off another patient,” he says, so preparedly that you suspect he knew what you were really asking the first time. “Older guy, complaining of a stomach ache.” He winks. “No competition for you, sweetness.”

Christ. You’d thought they were bad when they’d picked you up, but it’s worse when you can actually process what they’re saying and doing.

“Is he okay?” you ask, ignoring Sirius’ last comment.

James gives you another one of his soft smiles. “Yeah, he’s alright. We see him like three times a week, he’s always fretting about something. But how are you, sweetheart? They treating you alright in here?”

You shrug. “I’m fine. I have some broken ribs and a concussion, like you said earlier, but I’m just glad it wasn’t worse. And of course everyone has been very nice.”

“Glad to hear it.” Remus’ voice seems soft compared to the other two, though he more matches your volume. He perches next to you on the bed, eyebrows scrunching just a little as he looks at the stitches on your forehead. “Mmm, that’s probably going to scar.”

“I don’t mind,” you say honestly, a second before remembering his own scars. They tug a bit as his eyebrows flick upward again, and then his lips pull into a boyish, lopsided grin.

The monitor goes off again, and you cover your face with your hands as Sirius cackles.

“Sorry, lovely.” Remus’ voice sounds somewhat amused too as his hand lands on your shoulder, squeezing delicately. “We’ll get out of your hair so you can rest.”

“Thank you,” you say into your hands, removing them only once his weight lifts from the bed.

Sirius won’t stop laughing, not looking abashed even when Remus grabs him by the collar of his shirt and drags him along on his trajectory out of the room.

“Get well,” James says, walking backwards to follow them and giving you a smile that seems to contain, impossibly, equal parts mirth and earnestness. “I’d say I hope to see you around here again, but best not, huh?”

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deep-fried-egg · 7 months

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She never got to say sorry

CW: angst, major death, very short, breakups

"Yes y/n! I don't love you anymore! I love Chad! Why can't you just leave my apartment now!" Tara yelled at her now ex girlfriend.

"What the fuck Tara! You can't fucking kick me out of the house like that!" Y/n screamed back. "Besides, you're the one who was cheating!" Y/n shouted with tears in her eyes.

"Whatever. I'm leaving now." As y/n was leaving Tara decided to tell her one more thing just to add salt to the wound.

"Whatever! I didn't even love you anyway! I was just using you to get closer to Chad." Tara spat. Y/n could feel her heart shatter to pieces. "Tara-" Before she could say anything else Tara had already slammed the door.

She felt betrayed, angry, and hurt all at the same time. How could she? How could she just say she never had real feelings for me like that? What is wrong with people these days!? She thought bitterly as she walked down the street. Her phone dinged signaling an incoming call.

Y/n sighed in frustration before answering the call right before hearing a familiar voice...

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

I pounded on Sam's door literally BEGGING to be let in Because ghostface is chasing me. Luckily as soon as Sam heard the name ghostface she slammed the door open and let me in. Bless her soul.

Sam locked the door and told me to go to the bathroom to hide . I nodded in thanks as I went into her bedroom. It had a large window facing the neighbors apartment and luckily Sam was good "friends" with the man.

I heard a blood curdling scream from the kitchen so I peeked my head out And saw ghostface on top of Sam trying to stab her but Sam was using all of her strength to push the knife away from her face.

I gathered all of my courage and hit ghostface in the back of his head with a potted plant which luckily gave me enough time to bring Sam and Tara into the bathroom with me to hide.

Ghostface started twisting the door handle trying to get it open But that only lasted for a couple seconds as the kind neighbor opened the window because somehow he KNEW ghostface was after us??

He signaled for us to open our window as well so we did and the man put a ladder in between the gap of the two windows.

Sam quickly made it across with no trouble and so did Tara but when it came to me... ghostface already bursted into the room and slashed my arm with his knife.

I quickly got onto the ladder but Ghostface grabbed one end of the ladder and started to aggressively move it while Sam, Tara and Sam's "friend" tried to hold the ladder still.

I let out a loud sob at the thought of death in such a cruel way and I stopped moving. Ghostface tilted the ladder to the left as soon as my grip loosened and I fell off.

I quickly tried grabbed onto the nearest surface but I failed. My loud scream rang through the small alleyway and I felt a stinging pain when my face slammed against the side of a dumpster leaving a crisscross pattern on the right side of my face.

All of my friends had to watch this happen to me. All of them except ghostface, apparently. He didn't seem to care as he walked away from the gruesome scene.

As Tara looked down at my corpse laying on the sidewalk below her she Covered her mouth and ran to the nearest garbage bin to throw up into it.

As soon as she finished puking the trio walked downstairs and to the alleyway and Tara immediately ran up to my dead body laying on the concrete and she shook me trying to "wake me up" but deep down she knew I'm dead...

"Please Y/n! Fuck I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for everything I said please... please forgive me!" Tara cried as she clung to me, trying to listen for a heartbeat for some type of closure that I'm still alive but she found none...

"Come on Tara...we have to call the police." Sam pulled her sister away from my corpse while crying some tears of her own.

Tara reluctantly Let herself be separated from me by her friends as she stared at my lifeless body until the paramedics arrived. She held back her tears all the way until they finally took away my body. Tara watched with bated breath, hoping it wasn't over yet until they placed me in the body bag and rolled me away to the ambulance.

#eggsub thoughts #ask #jenna ortega x reader #vada cavell x reader #lorraine day x reader #wednesday addams x reader #camila montes x reader #phoebe atwell x reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter x r #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega

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lily-174 · 1 year

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blame - kelly severide x reader

overview: after shay dies kelly blames you until he find out it was arson.

prompt: ‘you blame me?’ ‘of course i blame you!”

i can’t lie, i really hate this. but oh well.

it had been a month. a month since your best friend died, you shay and dawson we’re best friends. the trio of 51. after shift somehow you were always together, and with you dating shays room mate kelly, you were all really close.

you thought it was your fault, you knew it was your fault. you hadn’t shown up to the firehouse since. you’d told casey to radio for the paramedics while you stayed with the injured victim at the bottom of the stairs. when gabby and Leslie arrived you let shay take your place next to the victim.. the place where she died, you’d switched places with her.

you gave her compressions before switching with kelly, you rambled about how it was your fault and begged her to come back to you but she didn’t. you felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, you could barely look at yourself in the mirror. shay was your rock, she knew everything about you, she knew things you’d never told anyone. it’d gotten so bad you’d thought about leaving, you thought everyone would be better off without you.

you hadn’t spoken to your boyfriend, but you’d spoken to gabby. she didn’t blame you, she did everything she could to reassure you it wasn’t your fault, gabby needed you back at work, at least that’s what she said so you decided to try. she was helping you, and you were so thankful for that, but you didn’t feel like you deserved it. one last try, you’d decided to try, try and come back to work. but you knew seeing kelly’s face would be painful.

it was only a few hours into your shift and you hadn’t spoken to anyone just sat on your bed in the bunk room, everything here reminded you of what you lost that day. you sat in your own thoughts until otis told you dinner was ready and you nodded getting up following him. you wanted to make amends with kelly, you wanted to know if he was okay. you loved him so much, yet because of you his best friend was gone.

you sat at the table eating your food not saying a word until everyone was done eating and got up returning to what they were doing, you followed kelly. you just wanted to check you just needed to find out if he was okay..

“kelly” you spoke trying to get his attention as you followed him down the hall, your palms clammy from anxiety. you could feel your hands beginning to shake.

“yeah” he called back continuing to walk, you sighed at the blunt tone in his voice, and shoved your shaky hands in your pocket, you could feel your heart beating way to fast.

“can you stop for a minute so we can talk?” he stopped in his tracks turning to face you, you could tell he blamed you just by the look on his face, and that hurt you, you’d never felt this feeling before and it was becoming unbearable.

“are you okay?” you heard him scoff as you looked up at him. the way he looked at you was no longer full of love, instead anger and upset. something you never wanted to see from kelly, you’d believed you would’ve gotten married to him.. but now.

“am i okay? my best friends dead because-“ he stopped himself you knew what he was going to say but some part of you wanted him to say it. you wanted someone to agree it was your fault, maybe that would give you a reason..

“you blame me?”

“of course i blame you! you radioed for them! you swapped places with her!” you thought someone agreeing would make you feel validated, but it didn’t. it should’ve been you, you wished it was you. maybe you’d join shay..

“don’t you think i wish it was me not her! it should’ve been me! i know that kelly!” you spat, tears coming to your eyes as you turned to walk away seeing the prying eyes from everyone in the briefing room, you felt like everyone agreed it was your fault and it was killing you.

you walked away a few tears falling from your cheeks into the bathroom going inside a cubical and crying, god you’d never felt so embarrassed, so guilty. you didn’t know how long you could live with this feeling. you should’ve died not her.

you had no idea how long you’d been sat in that toilet crying, blaming yourself, when you heard a knock at the door.

“what?” your voice cracked as you spoke.

“it’s kelly. y/n gabby just told me it was arson.. i was wrong okay? i don’t blame you. just open the door please” his words felt like they squeezed your heart, the pain in your chest growing, as you stood opening the door.

“it was arson? who?” you spoke taking a deep breath, taking in the information kelly just told you, you felt the anger rumble inside you, it was fucking arson.

“adrian gish.. gabby has just gone to speak to antonio try and get some help..” you felt more tears brimming as kelly brought you into a hug, you accepted it hugging him back. he gently rubbed your back in an attempt to comfort you, you missed him, you missed his voice, his smell, the way his arms felt around you.

“i’m so sorry, listen to me okay? i didn’t mean to say what i did. loosing shay, has been one of the hardest things i’ve ever been through and it just- it messed with my head. i never wanted you to think it should’ve been you, it wasn’t your fault. it was no one’s fault apart from the man who lit that fire” kelly spoke softly and you let a soft sob leave your lips, kelly slowly lead you out from the bathroom into the bunk room, when you looked up everyone was there. all of your team, everyone at 51 was stood infront of you.

“it wasn’t your fault y/n.” gabriella your best friend spoke, you saw everyone nod in agreement then herrmann stepped forward giving you a hug.

“we are all here for you okay? no one blames you” that made you think, maybe it was worth fighting. these people all these people in front of you were worth fighting for. they made you the person you were.

#one chicago fic #chicago fire #one chicago #chicago fire imagine #kelly severide #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide imagine

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wolfythewitch · 2 years

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Hey can you please explain age of the vampire au characters like oldest to youngest and their relation to one another

Okay so

Oldest is ranboo, born dhampir during the 1700s, I’d say maybe mid 1700s, stopped aging after 18

Next is Tommy, turned vampire at 16 during the 1810s

Next is Techno, turned vampire at 20 during the 1890s

Next is Wilbur, turned vampire at 24 during the 1930s

Next is watson, mortal, born sometime early 1900s, died at 45

Next are Phil, Kristin, and Tubbo, all mortal and born during the current era. Phil and Kristin are mid 30s and tubbo is 17

Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur are brothers in all but blood, and kind of like a makeshift coven. Tommy knew techno when he was a kid, and watched him grow up and almost die, subsequently turning him. They meet Wilbur half a century later, an aspiring actor in theatre and film. He was under the tutelage of Watson, an artist and producer. Wilbur almost dies and Tommy turns him as well, but this time at Wilbur’s behest. Watson dies a decade later from an illness.

Phil meets the trio in the current day by accidentally running tommy over and forcing him to at least get himself checked out in the hospital. Techno and Wilbur are forced to come pick him up. Shenanigans and found family ensue.

Phil is a paramedic. Kristin is a nurse at day shift, and vampire hunter at night. She first befriends phil to try to protect him from the vampires he keeps hanging around with, but then develops romantic feelings which are reciprocated. Tubbo is Tommy’s classmate. Nothing remarkable, but for some reason all the vampires are scared of him.

Ranboo is one of Tommy’s first friends, helped him a bunch when he was a younger vampire. They don’t see each other often but they hold each other in high regard

#wolfy tedtalks #anon #vampire au

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miscmonstro · 1 year

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The Uno Reverse Adoption Saga 5

First: Chapter 1

Previous: Chapter 4

Next: Chapter 6

Halfa!Trio Au crossover with Batman

Current Characters: Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, Jason Todd (brief), Scarecrow

Summary: Forced to attend a gala by her parents as she is every year, Sam Manson was resigned to suffer through the stifling three-night gala until something pulled at her core. The something turned out to be a someone. Just who is Jason Todd and can the trio gain enough of his trust to help him before his struggling proto-core collapses?

👻 {Chapter 5 Below!)

Danny crept forward, thermos in hand. Sam flung out a mental arm and he stopped as though there were something physically holding him back.

“He can’t just disappear off the roof, we need a plan to distract everyone first,” Sam said.

Sheepishly, Danny clipped the thermos to the waist of his suit. “I didn’t even think about that.”

It made everything much, much more complicated.

“Is the hostage ok?” Danny asked instead, eyeing the incoming heroes. There were two of them and as they slowed their approach it seemed they were talking to the two who had already been at the wall of vapor. That made a tally of four.

Sam corrected, “Hostages, plural. And there were at least seven crashers.”

“There are four back there,” Tucker observed, noting a flat section surrounded by the telltale yellow tinged haze, “and one hostage.”

Danny, however, peered closer at the heroes. They were still a good distance away and if it weren’t for their night vision, he wouldn’t have been able to discern them. One of the heroes was the Batman himself, looking quite disgruntled. The shorter figure by his side couldn’t be anyone besides the boy wonder, Robin. On Batman’s other side was, surprisingly, Nightwing. The fourth person, Tucker informed them, was Orphan.

“It looks like they have masks. Why not go through the gas?” he wondered, staring at the heroes.

Tucker turned it over for a moment and Sam scoffed. “It’s obviously the hostages. They can’t get any further or the goons will gas them.”

“Wait,” Tucker said abruptly. “The manor didn’t have anyone in it. Anyone that wasn’t already gassed- no paramedics and whatnot. You don’t think…”

There were specific situations in which paramedics wouldn’t wade into a mess to help people, and considering everyone had masks and that the inside was free of any other danger…

“They’ve taken the entire manor and everyone in it hostage,” Danny realized with horror. The paramedics wouldn’t go in because they couldn’t without warranting retaliation from the crashers.

“And I’m going to bet, from the match that ghost is waving around, that the gas is flammable,” Sam added dryly. “Great.”

Tucker warily shared the ratios of power running through the Wayne property; if the building caught fire, even without the gas, it’d burn down quicker than a building of its size ought to. And with the gas? He wouldn’t be surprised if the manor went sky high.

Sam decided she was going to steal that idea for later, a faded overlay of Vlad’s mansion eclipsing Wayne Manor for a moment.

“Could we revisit plan a? Think I could overshadow that ghost?” Danny wondered, eyeing the being in question, though silently he did agree with Sam’s mental picture. He studied their opponent. The ghost was, visibly, reminiscent of a living scarecrow. Danny was sure they could take him.

“We have to be very careful here,” Tucker thought. “I think we should find the three missing goons first.”

He thought about TV shows and how the villain always had a backup plan. If the ghost was working with the humans, who didn’t seem to be under any ghostly influences, then they couldn’t assume that taking out the ghost would resolve everything.

Even after years of knowing him, Sam found Tucker’s ability to connect anything to electronics and pop culture oddly engrossing, but she pushed that thought aside to focus on the problem at hand. She had seen two of the goons earlier, during her scan of the mansion, however both were alone and had been stationary. With no hostages and no reason to confront them she’d flown past, still searching for the ghost.

“I can go back and knock them out,” she offered, perhaps a tad too eager, after sharing the information.

With simultaneous agreement from the boys she dove through the roof, and a moment later Danny followed, intending to find the missing crasher. Tucker proceeded toward the four crashers on the roof, eyebrows furrowed as he took in the details of the scene. He poked at the other two.

“Uh. Guys? Another problem.”

“Ancients, what now?” Danny groaned as he phased through a wall.

“The hostage up here is Tim Wayne.”

Sam sighed, instantly picking up on the newfound issue. “And that means Jason is on the roof or nearby and unaccounted for. Great.”

Danny nonverbally requested Tucker to keep an eye out for the young ghost and he agreed before gently nudging back, reminding Danny to focus. He then looked back to the goons and their unfortunate victim.

Ghosts were, by nature, beings of emotion. As such, they were in tune to it. The mansion reeked of fear, and now that none of them were stuck experiencing it, it wasn’t bad at all. Still, fear was a reasonable human reaction to the situation at hand, and so when Tucker pushed his celebrity awe aside and realized that Tim Wayne did not feel any fear in his current predicament, he was puzzled.

At most, the young CEO felt slightly nervous, not fearful.

Tucker’s eyes narrowed. It was something he’d have to revisit later. Right now he needed to find out if there was some way that the crashers were communicating with one another and if he could use that to locate the last one. At first glance the crashers didn’t have much, just their spraying devices, the attached tanks, and a gun each, but upon further inspection they had comms as well. They rested on the insides of their masks and disappeared into their shirts.

“Bingo,” Tucker grinned. He reached out, spectral fingers brushing the edge of a wire poking out from the bottom of the crasher’s mask, and followed the frequency it was attuned to.

“And… gottem’,” he said smugly, sharing the general locations of the other comms, and in all likelihood, the other crashers. It was best described as knowing where your hand was in utter pitch black; you knew it was there, even if you couldn’t see it. Sam tapped at the two that she recognized and Danny changed course to head towards the remaining crasher, who was tucked into a dusty attic just below the roof. The last crasher had a visible weapon holster, a tank strapped to her back, and a device of some kind in hand. Unlike the other two, she wasn’t alone. Petrified, just like the majority of the victims within the mansion, were four more hostages. Although they weren’t bound in any way it was clear they would be unable to escape in their current state.

And then Danny felt it.

A tug at his core.

“Oh,” he thought breathlessly. It was one thing to feel the pull secondhand and another to feel it for yourself.

If Tucker sharing the general locations of the comms was akin to knowing your body, then feeling who could only be Jason was like walking into a dark room illuminated solely by a spotlight shining on the man in question- it was impossible to not know where he was.

And he was there, in that attic somewhere.

Danny launched himself at the crasher and with one solid swing, sent the woman sprawling to the ground. With her out of the way he was free to follow the slight pull that was growing in strength. He intended to do so but didn’t need to as the moment the woman hit the floor a figure stepped out from behind one of the stacks of old boxes.

“Jason, I presume,” Danny said, switching to the human spectrum.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jason asked, cocking a gun.

“I’m Phantom. Manes mentioned you, so I thought I’d lend a hand,” Danny introduced while motioning to the unconscious goon.

“I had it handled.” With a scowl Jason slowly lowered the gun and glared at Danny, eyes full of scrutinizing mistrust.

Despite that Danny felt himself grinning, almost against his will. Jason was here, safe and in front of him, and while his little core was struggling Danny knew he generated enough ectoplasm to easily patch up the cracks he could sense even from six feet away.

“Danny,” Sam said sharply at Tucker’s recoil, “no. I can feel your bad decision from here.”

“Please don’t kidnap a child without consent. Don’t be like Vlad,” Tucker helpfully supplied.

He blinked owlishly. Then the implications of what he wanted to do, of giving Jason’s proto-core his ectoplasm washed over him and Danny backpedaled, physically and mentally.

“I’m not kidnapping you,” he blurted.

Sam snorted. “Kidnapping, by definition, lacks consent.”

“What?” Jason questioned, taken aback.

“I mean,” fumbled Danny, “it’s not like I’m a billionaire with a adoption problem?”

Jason opened and closed his mouth once, then twice, then shut his jaw with an audible click.

Tucker, the traitor, just laughed at him.

“He probably thinks you were talking about his dad!” he wheezed.

Even Sam chuckled. “Brucie Wayne has an adoption problem. Danny. Jason was adopted.”

“Oh Ancients, you’re adopted?” Danny asked, mortified. “I was talking about someone else, I swear.”

“You might fit the bill, maybe-billionaire Mr. King,” Tucker said gleefully, sending the impression of a wink. They didn’t know exactly how much of Pariah Dark’s horde had become Danny’s when he’d bested the tyrant, but it was more than enough to fill several rooms of the old king’s lair.

“I’m not Vlad,” Danny muttered crossly, swatting Tucker’s presence. Besides, what was ghost wealth in the living world?

Jason cleared his throat. “So, what are you planning to do?” he questioned haltingly. He spared an obvious glance at the prone crasher.

Danny flipped back into hero mode so quickly it would’ve given most people whiplash. “Status?” he thought, followed by a memory list of important items they’d been keeping track of since the mission started: the gas, the hostages, the ghost, the other heroes.

“The stragglers are out,” Sam reported, feeling quite pleased with herself.

“I can’t take out the four here and free the Wayne without the ghost noticing,” Tucker observed. “So we either need to get rid of the gas or take out the ghost, but Batman and co have eyes on him…”

“We’re going to save the hostage on the roof,” Danny said, both to the other halfas and to Jason. “I can distract the scarecrow and Manes can grab the dude.”

“The gas is flammable,” Jason said harshly, confirming their suspicion. “There are dozens of people who are going to be burned alive if you fuck up-”

“We took out the three inside and the last four are on the roof. We know what we’re doing,” Danny defended. The skeptic criticism of the abilities of team Phantom was constant and yet he still felt oddly ruffled by Jason’s doubt.

“And the remote charges?” Jason demanded.

“The what now?” Sam demanded, followed by a mental meme full of question marks from Tucker.

“Uhhhh. Um, no,” Danny admitted sheepishly. “But we can get right on that!”

Thunder rumbled, rattling the lone circular window nearby, and Jason’s scowl deepened. “Leave it to the bats. They know what they’re doing,” he said, though it seemed to be with a good deal of reluctance.

The thunder gave Sam pause.

“You mean the bats that have been standing and staring at the wall of gas for the past six minutes?” Danny snarked. “Real productive.”

Jason scoffed. “They’re trained for this kid, and the Scarecrow is a menace. Don’t throw your ass into the line of fire when you don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of making it out alive.”

“Firstly, rude, I can totally handle myself,” Danny said, raising a finger for emphasis. Sam shared a memory from a few days ago of him tripping up the stairs to his room. Danny, like the mature teen he was, nonphysically jabbed her side. “Secondly,” he raised a second finger, “I’m a ghost. As in, not alive. They can’t exactly kill me a second time.”

“Not to mention hell has a good amount of snow…” Tucker snorted.

Jason didn’t seem to know how to react to that. Something sobering seemed to settle over him, something bitter and resigned and agitated. “Being a hero isn’t fun,” he warned. “It’s not a game.”

Oh. He thought the Phantoms were newbies. With an over exaggerated eye roll Danny replied, “I’m well aware, believe me. This isn’t my first rodeo. But if it bothers you that much we’ll just clear a path for Batman and his team and leave the rest to them.”

The rest being the cleanup, which they wouldn’t have been able to handle without compromising themselves anyway given the sheer amount of people around.

Jason, still brimming with misgivings, questioned pointedly, “What can two kids do that the bats can’t?”

Danny’s answering grin was sharp.

👻 {Boo!)

They were nerds.

It wasn’t easy for the other students of Casper High to see- since their freshmen year the trio’s grades had taken a nosedive following the accident. But before that they had been excellent students, and not due to any particular intent. They were smart, granted in different ways, and it showed in times like this where all the little bits of seemingly pointless information came together and culminated in something truly irreplicable.

“Tuck sends a heat blast upwards, Danny sends a cold wave downwards, and bam. Instant rain. It should wash away the gas,” Sam explained. “It’s already pretty close to storming so we shouldn’t have to do much.”

“Huh?” the boys chorused intelligently.

Sam slammed a diagram depicting the water cycle into their heads. It didn’t really help.

“Ow,” Tucker complained.

Consolingly, Danny gave Tucker a mental pat.

“Ok,” Danny said to Sam, “that works for Tuck but wouldn’t I just, like, freeze the clouds? I mean, dropping frozen clouds doesn’t seem like a bad idea but clouds are big and there are a lot of bystanders.”

“Storm clouds can also be several miles tall,” Sam informed him dryly, “but somehow I doubt that would be a problem for you.”

“Wait Danny, do you still have the Spectorly Splatterer Ectoplasmic Energy Disperser?” Tucker asked.

“Er, this?” Danny responded, pulling up the Fenton device he’d strapped to his side before they’d left for the Zone. “What could I-“

Tucker supplied a memory of the elder Fentons talking about turning ghosts into an ectoplasm spray so fine they’d be unable to reform and the corresponding invention. Not that it worked- ghosts could reform so long as their core was unaffected, and while the Spectorly Splatterer was adept at obliterating a ghost’s form it was unable to harm a core.

“Shoot ice at the Spectorly Splatterer and it should be able to disperse the blast, right?”

“Ah,” Danny hummed in understanding.

Sam made an unhappy noise. “We are not calling it that.”

“SSEED sounds cool,” Danny offered as he fiddled with the output on the device.

“That’s just hiding the repulsive name behind an acronym,” she grumbled, though she accepted it a moment later.

“Yeah,” Tucker agreed. “Spectorly Splatterer is way cooler than seeds.”

“It’s SSEED you-“

“Annnnd done,” Danny announced. “I’ve turned the output range up as high as it can go. Are we ready?”

“Do you need me to come with you?” Sam enquired. It would probably be difficult to hold the SSEED and shoot at it at the same time, not to mention Danny was really, really bad at telekinesis.

“Nah, you get to the roof and find an opening to nab the ghost,” Danny said. Lurking beneath his statement was the confidence that he could make a copy last long enough to do the job.

The three split up from where they’d remerged on the roof. Sam got as close to the ghost as she dared while Tucker and Danny flew into the sky, but where Tucker stopped and hovered just below the clouds Danny shot into them, heading high up into the atmosphere.

“Ready?“ Danny asked when he got above the stormy clouds. He made a copy of himself and handed it the SSEED. With a nod the copy flew upwards and held the device down at an angle. Danny charged up an ice beam and Tucker started heating up the air around himself.

“Of course,” he said.

While the boys started manufacturing the weather they needed the bats had finally started to move. Orphan and Robin retreated and Batman and Nightwing stepped up, closer to the dangerous fumes.

“Are you going to see reason Batman?” the ghost called with a grin that revealed his distorted teeth. “Fear is what drives you, fear is what controls you, controls all of us!”

“Enough Scarecrow,” Batman growled, actually growled. Sam was not expecting him to sound so gravely, though perhaps it was due to a throat injury.

“We’re here to negotiate your demands,” Nightwing stepped in. He was nervous, though nothing physically betrayed that.

“There will be no negotiation!” seethed the scarecrow ghost, holding up the lighter. “I-“

“Got it!” Danny grinned in their mind as thunder roared above them. A mere moment later rain began to fall in torrents.

“No!” the ghost screamed. “But I still have a backup!” The four crashers trained their weapons on Tim Wayne.

“Timmy here doesn’t really need his brain, does he?” Scarecrow taunted, though frustration bled into his words. “I also have four unlucky captives hidden inside the manor. One word from me and they’re lost, slaughtered like hopeless, frightened little animals.”

He then dug around his burlap getup and pulled out a rectangular device. “The rain certainly puts a damper on things! But I am more than prepared. How much of the mansion do you think will burn before the rain puts it out?”

Sam knew it was risky but she couldn’t let him do that. She circled him and launched herself at him, telekinetically shoving at the remote and knocking it out of his grasp as she kicked out his legs, making him squawk and flail on the slick tiles.

Suddenly, two of the crashers attacked the other two and seeing this as an opening, Batman and Nightwing rushed forward to secure the Scarecrow and help the hostage, who had scuttled away as his captors had begun fighting amongst themselves. They didn’t know it, but yellow and green were not the natural eye colors of the two goon traitors. Even if they had, the masks obscured the goon’s faces quite well.

Sam silently thanked the other two phantoms and uncapped the thermos as Batman swung at the ghost and was more than surprised when the blow landed. The two began to struggle, though it was clear Batman had the upper hand.

Unneeded as Nightwing was more than capable of finishing off the two disoriented crashers, Danny and Tucker floated over to her, eying the fight warily.

“How are we supposed to separate them?” Danny wondered and winced as Batman delivered a particularly severe blow to the scarecrow’s skull.

“I don’t think he’s a ghost,” Tucker piped up randomly.

Sam and Danny shared in their confusion.

“He’s ghost-like at least,” Tucker conceded, “maybe liminal, but he can’t be a ghost. Otherwise this,” he motioned to everything around them with a broad gesture, “wouldn’t be happening.”

Sam, to be contrary, leveled the thermos at the grappling duo and pushed the button.

Nothing happened.

Slowly, she lowered the thermos in quiet disbelief, thinking everything over. Tucker smacked his head.

“It was Jason,” he realized. “He set off your ghost sense before, right Sam?”

“… that makes sense…” she grudgingly admitted.

“But he looks so ghostly,” Danny whined. “It was an honest mistake.”

“That means we could’ve just overshadowed him from the beginning!” Tucker huffed.

They watched for another minute as the crashers and the not-a-ghost scarecrow were apprehended by the heroes.

“Well, I think we’re done here,” Danny groused, making a show of dusting his hands.

“All in a night’s work,” grinned Tucker.

Sam rolled her eyes and despite the dark clouds blotting out the light above them, everything seemed to be brighter.

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Chapter in a nutshell: Assumptions were made!

I wasn't planning on updating so soon. I wanted to post Sunday but I realized that I'll be at work Sunday and if I know myself I'm going to go straight to bed when I get home lol

Next: Chapter 6

#Halfa trio pretty much from DarkNympha's Third Time fanfic #danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #sam manson #tucker foley #danny fenton #jason todd #Halfa!trio Au #the follow up will include the fallout :3 #fanfiction #miscmonstro writings

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 10 days

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Heal Your Burning Heart (911 au) villain trio !

Sekoto Peak didn't happen because Touya decided to become a firefighter. He wanted to prove to Enji that he doesn't need a strong quirk or a hero license to be the best at saving lives. He doesn't believe in the pro-hero culture anymore. Touya is also very popular because he is constantly breaking the law and he causes a lot of trouble for his family, but they are slowly mending the wounds of their past. Together.

AFO already had a perfect vessel, so he found out about Kotaro at the same time as All Might. Kotaro was still abusive, but not as bad as in the canon. Tenko was 10 years old when the confrontation between AFO and All Might took place at the Shimura's house. All Might lost his stomach, Nao died, Kotaro went to prison (to keep him safe) and the children spent the first 5 years living with Nighteye until they finished school, then went to America with David Shield so they could go to college. Hana became a lawyer (to put people like his dad in prison) and Tenko a paramedic (to save lives whenever the heroes were too late).

Tenko went back to Japan, but the work he can do is limited since the law there is different and he doesn't have a hero license. Now he's trying to reform the system from the inside as he saves as many people as he can.

Toga was abandoned as a little kid. She spent many years running from foster home to foster home, until Giran found her. Giran in this world is still morally gray, so he used his quirk and any method available to adopt her and sent her to school. The incident that turned her into a villain never happened, because she could talk with Giran and he'd help her understand her feelings or at least find her a way to drink blood without much ruckus. Now she's studying to become a chef. She believes that the way to the heart is through the stomach and the way to save the world is one meal at a time.

#911!shigadabi au #heal your burning heart au #shan's bnha picrews

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reyesstrand · 1 year

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love the dichotomy of the paramedic trio…..one minute they’re saving one of their own from severe hypothermia or they’re seamlessly working as a team or they’re bonding over the inherent complexities of grief they’ve all had to endure or they’re sticking together through incomparable trauma and the next they’re calling each other cute nicknames or affectionately teasing each other or ranting about their personal lives or giggling like kids as they eavesdrop as one of their own is asked out or having a little cup of coffee together <3

#my best friends…..my beloveds…..#911ls #911 lone star

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chicgeekgirl89 · 8 months

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Fic Stats Meme

Thanks to @lemonlyman-dotcom (peep my fourth most Bookmarks, must be a sign!) and @welcometololaland for the tags!

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Most Hits

The Good, the Bad, and the Very Ugly- Carlos is struck down with a nasty bout of the stomach flu and needs rescuing from our fave paramedic trio. Written for the Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt: Stomach Flu.

Second Most Kudos

The House in the Pines Where the Road Ends- Carlos takes T.K. to meet the extended Reyes family and chaos ensues. For the Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt: Sports Injury.

Third Most Comments

Hold Onto Me- A 6+1 of little touches between Carlos and T.K. The first has one of the best paragraphs I've ever written!

Fourth Most Bookmarks

Save a Horse- In which Carlos rides a horse and it's the sexiest thing T.K. has ever seen in his life.

Fifth Most Words

Welcome to New York- I did this one because the real 5th was The House...but this one will be once Come Sail Away is done. T.K. takes Carlos to New York and introduces him to the city that raised him.

Least Words

T.K. and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day- T.K. has a bad day and only shower cuddles will help.

Tagging @rosedavid, @bonheur-cafe, @chaotictarlos, @liminalmemories21, and anyone else who wants to!

#Tarlos #911 Lone Star #Fic Stats Meme

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sapphickorro · 2 years

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As Long as I Have You´ˎ˗

Pairing(s) - Valkyrie/Brunhilde x GN!Reader (no gender terms are used for reader)

summary: after the fight in the shadow realm, you worry about the livelihood of your wife.

warnings: blood, mentions of stab wound, cursing, mentions of death, use of pet name “Baby”

word count: 1,476

A/N: watched love and thunder, i am obsessed with valk now.

ao3 - masterlist

The Bifrost bridge opens back up. The rainbow-colored portal burns a mark onto the grass.

Citizens in New Asgard rush towards them in hopes of seeing their kids once again. You rush forward for a different reason.

Your eyes land on the trio lying on the ground, long locks of black braids catch your attention.

“Valk!” You yell out, running towards her. You notice her hand clasping her side as blood spills out.

You take a moment to take a closer glance as she flips her body around so she’s facing the sky. You gasp audibly. “Oh my god. Oh my god! We need a medic!” You scream out to the crowd of people thronging around Thor and asking what had happened.

“Y/N.” A pained whisper makes its way past her lips, loud enough to catch your attention. You snap your head back to your lover, gently cupping her face in your hands. Almost as if you were scared of breaking apart a fine piece of porcelain.

“Valk. What happened?” You rub your thumb across her cheeks looking into her eyes. Your voice coming out soft and quiet as droplets of water make it past your eyes without you noticing. You didn’t realize you were crying until a tear makes its way onto the back of your hand.

“It’s alright love. I’ll be alright.” She says lifting her free hand to wipe tears off your face. A pained groan making its way past her mouth as her arm creates an uncomfortable position for her wound to lie on.

Moments later, paramedics run past you, carrying Valkyrie as she lays wounded. Her hand tries reaching out to clasp your arm but the distance was too large as they had already loaded her in the back of the ambulance.

You try to run towards them in hopes of sitting in the back with her but a worker cuts you off. “Sorry, only paramedics are allowed behind here now.” The man says to you holding a hand out to block you from entering.

“She’s my wife!” You try to reason with the man. “Yes, and we promise you that we’ll keep your wife safe with us.” He says before another worker closes the back doors to the vehicle as you try to push past the man in front of you to get to Valkyrie.

“Wait, no! Valk!” You yell out in an attempt to get Valkyrie to hear you.

The man walks back to the shotgun seat and they pull out of the grass. Driving away, leaving you dumbfounded at being left alone with your lover’s life at the hands of the workers now. You pray to the gods that she makes it out okay.

You pace back and forth outside of the room your wife was staying in. After what felt like hours, a doctor walks out. Clipboard in hand and a white coat covering their body.

You stop your pacing as you run up to the doctor. “Is she okay? How bad is it, am I allowed to see her?” You frantically ask, not taking a breath in between as the barrage of questions flow out. The doctor chuckles in response waiting for you to calm down.

“She’ll be fine. Although, she did lose a kidney.” He responds with the last sentence as if he says it on a daily. Your eyes widen, “Can I- can I see her now?” You utter out. “Yeah, she should be awake right now. Call me or a nurse if you need anything.” He says to you as he steps away from the door, allowing you to enter.

Once through the door, your eyes lock on Valkyrie sitting up against her pillows. Her eyes shift towards your presence and a smile makes its way onto her face. “Y/N.” She breathes out.

“Jesus Valk.” You say, tearing up as you see her exhausted face forcing a smile for you. Her arms hooked up to tubes of liquid. Her body dressed in the hospital gowns that you’ve grown to hate seeing. The last time you had seen her dressed in one of those gowns was after the battle over the infinity stones. Her battered body being a constant reminder of the dangers her job as a former warrior held.

“Love, I’m alright. Everything’s okay now.” Valkyrie mutters to you. Her arms holding out to grab your hand.

“Everything’s okay?” You respond astounded at her words. “No, you lost a kidney for fucks sake Valk. That is not okay.” You say furiously, pulling back from her hands. She sighs back at you. “I see that he told you.”

“Of course he told me, you think you were just going to lie about losing a kidney to me for the rest of our lives?” You say growing more irritated at her. “No, I just- I just wanted to tell you when everything cooled down.” She says trying to reason with you. Her voice holding a calm tone, not wanting to anger you any further.

“You could’ve died,” you say defeated, your voice barely above a whisper as you collapse onto the chair by the side of the bed. You hold your face in your hands, hiding the tears that threatened to fall down your face.

“Baby,” Valkyrie whispers, her hands reach out to grab your hands again. Her right hand cups your chin forcing you to look up at her. She wipes the tears off your face once again, grabbing one of your hands and kissing the back of it. “I could live without a kidney. You know it takes more than a stab wound to kill me.” She says caressing your cheek with her right hand, her left clasping onto yours.

“Yeah but, the next time you need to go out fighting or saving lives, you could lose more than a kidney. You could lose your life, OUR life together.” You say as more tears flow down. Your voice trembling. “When you became king, I was…so excited and happy. Not just for you, but for me. I guess I was being selfish.” You mutter out as your eyes land to the edge of the bed, refusing to meet her eyes.

“Selfish?” She says to you, urging you to explain.

“I knew that you being king would mean that you would have less time to go out fighting and more time to just stay in the town protecting the people with your diplomacy. It meant that I’d have to worry less about you putting your life on the line when you could just call up Thor or your soldiers to fight for you.” You say embarrassed at your confession. “I just worry so much for you. Everyday I wake up confused at how you could love a powerless, human mortal like me. I’m nothing special and yet you still chose to be with me. I can’t imagine losing you before I get to go gray and old with you.”

“You’re the confused one?” Valkyrie says chuckling. “I’m the confused one. You’re always taking care of me. You wait for me to come home even when it’s well past midnight just because you want to. You cook and clean for me, you massage and bathe me after a long day. You’re constantly pampering me without complaint. I always wonder if you ever get envious of all the other people going out partying their lives away in New York or Vegas rather than being stuck with me, someone who barely has the time to sweep you away to shower you with gifts and dinner dates.” She says nudging your chin to face her once again. Your heart swells at her confession. As if you couldn’t fall in love with her more.

“Waking up to you every night and day is enough for me. It’s the little moments like these where we get to just lay down and do whatever. Moments like these are the moments where I fall in love with you, Valk. Screw going to NYC or Vegas, as long as you’re here with me, it’s a party every day.” You respond, the both of you breaking out in a fit of laughter.

“I love you.” You whisper out placing your left hand on the hand she has on your cheek.

“And I love you.” She whispers back, leaning in to kiss you. You meet her halfway as you two share a tender moment together.

“I won’t fight anymore unless absolutely necessary. I promise you.” She says after you pull back. “I can live with that as long as you don’t die anytime in the far future.” You respond leaning in to place your head on her chest. Nuzzling into her and enjoying her warmth and scent.

Your life couldn’t be any better as long as you had Valkyrie next to you to live it with you

#﹔﹒ korro writes﹒ ෆ #valkyrie x reader #valkyrie x you #valkyrie x y/n #brunhilde x reader #brunhilde x you #brunhilde x y/n

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ivegennedmylastloss · 3 months

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hidey hodey neighborinoes i know i may or may not have disappeared for like half a fucking year but brain does what brain do. since i am now willing to admit that i likely will not find the motivation to write a full length fic like i would want, i wanted to post the “outline” (re: complete gibberish only past me could understand). at some point i’ll try to compile all the tidbits i had sprinkled across drafts and docs and try to clean it up a little but, well, im not even sure what i meant in some spots. hopefully ill pull the writers block out of my ass one day but until then, take this word vomit:

(for clarifications sake, r= red/ranboo, g= green/charlie, b= blue/sneeg, h= hetch, sfm= showfall media)

retelling of ep three from hetch’s pov. mask broke sfm doesn’t know. reset after stab still aware of what he’s doing but can’t control himself. hopeful ending with planning to save the trio and get them out?

the closet sfm is onto hetch so he has to do damage control ran receiving no instructions. things settle scenes been dragging he panics and basically controls r to kill ethan

maybe broadcasted to a different universe. problem w family and friends recognize

maybe broadcasted to rich assholes like in the purge/gladiator type deal?

the face of the hacker wasn’t actually supposed to do things but did anyways

follow up w/ rgb saving him g and b reluctant. r insist they won’t let anyone else die because of them. idk burn the mall maybe torch it like a fuckin wasp nest

employees stop at the door mannequins little nightmares two.

all four struggling down the road maybe r passing out carried by g or b

hot wire a car

traumatize gas station clerk

fire department from fire alarm

hetch flag down car 2 options:

car sped off but called police for them

offered ride to hospital

hetch the sidewalk isn’t wide enough fourth wheel type deal mostly unscathed compared to rgb but smol bean has anxiety and left over programming. weak little noodle arms can’t help shit. b sending hella death glares

b wouldn’t want to help hetch

r electrocuted from attempted mask removal

through the power of friendship and laws of physics or electrical plasma whatever it isn’t fatal hoorah

hetch stunned doesn’t help gb fuckin pissed at him

paramedics confused about what happened to these very dedicated cosplayers that are found half dead barely hours after the live finale

r wakes and is terrified thinking they’re at the box and start screaming for gb. hetch freezes g n b have to be held back by police

hospital r coma from noggin surgery (medically induced for healing cause wtf) g and b want to kick hetch’s ass only stop cause of r

prob not ccs maybe r foster kid hinted maybe

b needs to get to punch someone. american healthcare so probably a doctor or a nurse

hetch medically released first<irrelevant travel distance. hetch watching charlie and sneeg have friends and family going in and out but r has no on so hetch goes

others not allowed in camp out in waiting room. ran wakes up and freaks. competent doc allows them in and r calms down. good doc fights for them to be able to stay in the room psych health. special accommodations are made no tv in room gets a double room for more beds/couches <<needs special room post brain surgery op icu maybe nurse/doc maneuverability <<< maybe one allowed in at a time

^the nice doctor thrown in for pity maybe philza if crossover? detective techno? or both detectives that almost beat the shit outta the responding cops for fucking up the most important case they’d ever get

sfm sends an employee pretending to be ranboos mom. the others are scared but also she is acting like a mom that lost her kid so maybe it’s okay??<< others not allowed in the room since family only? nope ran wakes up freaks cause that bitch ain’t momboo (dead question mark? orphan? don’t tell techno)

employee tries to strangle r no loose ends: doc pulls her off; trio breaks in hetch proves himself?; r is a bamf and defends themself (hitting? reverse uno they strangle her? rips out iv and stabs her?< needle to weak would have to be in eye)

r scared to sleep from cabin electrocution and execution hold hand 👉👈?

carousel saved NO FIRE IF CAROUSEL perhaps a group meet for victims ranboo and hetch reluctant to enter cause they think they’re their murderers. eef spots r and runs to hug him others follow positive to r wary to hetch b says hetch is the one responsible for saving all of them bada bing bada boom happy ending

#generation loss #genloss #gen loss #generation loss ranboo #ranboo #yell at me if i need to remove some tags im still a newbie #this draft has been sitting on my conscience like a tungsten cube and i just wanted to get it out #hello person sorting by new scrolling through the tags i hope you have a good day

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 2 years

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a brother's approval. ( carlton lassiter x reader )

gif belongs to me

It was Shawn's idea to bring you along to act in Gus's place and after two days of him telling you how Gus would react or say at times, you felt as if your bond with your brother was getting back to the way it used to be when you were kids.

When he asked you to take Gus's place while he was at his pharmaceutical job, you never expected to end up with a gun pressed against the side of your head. Shawn was at the station when he figured it out, and after realising he had sent you to speak to the man he hadn't realised then had killed two people after stealing a museum piece worth millions, he quickly took out his cell phone and called your cell.

"Shawn, what is it?" Juliet asked, seeing how frantic he was.

"Y/N's with him right now."

Carlton stood up from his desk, and Shawn and Juliet followed him out of the precinct, getting into his car. Their doors barely closed when he stomped on the gas pedal.

You were dragged from the sofa and used as a shield as the suspect went outside. Carlton and Juliet drew their weapons and your eyes met Carlton's as the suspect made his intentions clear, pressing the gun closer to your head.

"I've already killed two people! I won't hesitate to blow her head off if you take one more step!"

"You won't be able to set off a single round," Carlton told him.

The suspect fired two shots at the trio and while Juliet and Shawn ducked, Carlton fired back, hitting his shoulder. But as he fell the suspect shot twice at you and Carlton rushed forward, catching you before you fell.

Juliet handcuffed the injured suspect while Shawn called for an ambulance, kneeling next to you but your eyes were fighting to stay open, looking up at Carlton who kept pressure on your injuries.

"Hey, hey, look at me." He said when your eyes fluttered. He glanced at his hand where blood was seeping through his fingers before meeting your gaze. "You're gonna be fine."

"I forgot how great of a shot you were." You laughed lightly, regretting it when the action only added to your pain. You groaned, closing your eyes briefly.

"Just hold on a little longer." He told you, looking over his shoulder when the ambulance arrived.

You were barely conscious when the paramedics placed you on the gurney, and Shawn walked alongside you as they wheeled you to the ambulance.

"I don't like hospitals." You mumbled.

"I know. But you're gonna be in and out in no time, alright? I'll meet you there." He promised.

"Guess this makes us even, huh?"

Shawn swallowed thickly, watching as you were placed into the back of the ambulance.

Shawn was there when you woke up, sitting in silence with your father who stood up when you opened your eyes. "Hey," He greeted softly, taking your hand. "You gave us quite the scare, kid. How are you feeling?"

"Tired." You smiled softly, looking at Shawn when he approached. "Hey, big brother."

"Hey, baby dork." He sent you a smile, "Told you you'd be fine."

"Had you worried for a minute, right?" You smirked faintly.

"Nah." He lied poorly, sending you a smile.

You were told that you were to remain in hospital for a week and for five days you had multiple visits from family and people from the precinct. But each time the door opened you couldn't help but be a little disappointed as the one person you wanted to see never came.

Your feelings for Carlton were clear, and you were sure he knew how you felt. But you decided that it would be better if you both remained friends as he was your brother's co-worker and frenemy. You were trying to rebuild your relationship with Shawn as he had left on bad terms, and despite your best attempts, the more time you spent around Carlton Lassiter, you fell hopelessly in love with the gruff detective.

Shawn had been called to the station about a new case, and after speaking to the Chief, he approached Carlton's desk, where the detective was working on his computer. Shawn was highly attuned to everything that happened around him, and the glances between you and Carlton were subtle that someone who wasn't trained to notice everything at once wouldn't have noticed. But Shawn knew how you felt about Carlton, and if hadn't noticed before, the day you were shot made it clear that Carlton felt the same way. You were in love with each other but keeping it friendly out of respect for Shawn or, in case things didn't work out, disrupt the team.

"You should go see her."

"Who?" Carlton raised an eyebrow at Shawn who simply shot him a look.

"She gets out tomorrow. You should go talk to her." Shawn walked away, and Carlton tapped his knuckles on his desk as he thought for a moment before saving his work and leaving the precinct.

You were bored out of your mind, watching some tv show episode that you had seen three times already when he entered. You paused the episode, sitting up, a soft smile appearing on your lips when he revealed the flowers behind his back.

"They're beautiful." You thanked him, accepting the flowers when he held them out to you. "I thought you were avoiding me or something."

"Or something." He admitted. "How are you feeling?"

"Good. I get released tomorrow. I need to take things easy for a couple of weeks, but after that, it'll be back to normal. Well, a badass scar will be there, but hey, I got shot three times by some wacko." You shrugged. "So...what made you finally come visit me?"

"Shawn did." He confessed.

You nodded your head slowly. "He is the observant one. I got everything else. Beauty. Humour." A smile formed on his lips, and you mirrored it.

For a moment you thought he was going to lean in when a nurse entered and Carlton pulled a seat over and sat down, resting his feet on the bed as the nurse left. "What are we watching?"

"It's this over-the-top cheesy drama." You pressed play and Carlton looked over at you, a soft smile on his lips as you filled him in on what he had missed. "Those two are sisters. Coco was sleeping with Jamie's boyfriend. And now she's decided to confront her about it at her engagement party."

Carlton nodded, averting his gaze to the screen. The two sisters argued, soon turning to fighting as they pulled each others hair.

"I love this part. Push her down the stairs!" You cheered, grinning when it happened.

Carlton raised an eyebrow at you, "How many times have you seen this show?"

"What? I got bored."

He shook his head, chuckling, and you gently pushed his shoulder, a smile on your lips. You didn't have to say anything then; his hand grasping yours and holding it beside you on the bed was enough to make it clear that after today everything would change between you. The feelings you had tried to bury down were shown in your smiles, and you knew that when you were discharged and back home, you and Carlton would have to talk about what happened next. He just wished he hadn't waited until he was faced with almost losing you to do something about it. And with Shawn's approval, you knew nothing was holding you back from entering a relationship with the gruff gun-wielding detective who happened to have a soft spot for the sister of a psychic.

#carlton lassiter #carlton lassiter x reader #psych

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lunasalix · 2 years

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Can't sleep, so here are my thoughts on Riot Fest Day 1 as an attendee:

For background, I'm not new to festivals and rowdy crowds. I go to Louder than Life regularly.

I got there by Uber at 2 because I couldn't figure out the train system. The community was protesting the festival, but I didn't find out why until later. This festival harms the black and Latino communities that use Douglas Park. There were tons of security at the entrance, so I went in thinking the festival must be very safety-focused. Boy, was I wrong! Looking back, I realize that the metal detectors were either very weak, turned off, or staff didn't care, because my belt always sets off detectors, but they waved me straight through.

I went straight for merch and had to wait in line for an hour. The lines only got longer as the night progressed. It was hot and I knew I'd need water and food to be able to stay in the pit from 5-10:30, so I walked to the first food I saw, which was by the midway. The signs did not reflect what the vendors actually had, and the lines were ridiculously long. I waited 30 minutes and barely moved 20ft of the 200ft line, so I gave up and went to find the rest of the food trucks.

On the way, 2 things stood out: the festival prohibited any other vendors from selling water and the only water refill station had the longest line of the whole place; and second, the festival layout was confusing and winding so that it would be easy to get turned around and trapped in an emergency.

Once I found the food trucks, I was again shocked by the lines. There had to be at least 15 food trucks, all with lines that took over an hour to get through. Clearly the festival had not planned adequately for the number of people.

I was thankful for the large amount of shade! The festivals I've gone to before had little to none. I sat under a tree to eat, then set out to get water. The line to buy water took another 30 minutes. I finally made it to the main stage about an hour before Taking Back Sunday.

Upon surveying that area, I had immediate concerns about the possibility of crowd crushes. The stage was sandwiched between a barricade for the neighboring stage and the barricade for VIP, which was slanted in as it approached the stage.

I decided to stay near the VIP barrier so I could jump over if things got out of hand, and I stopped about 200ft from the stage. During Taking Back Sunday, I made friends with a group of women and we all agreed to pull each other to safety if it got scary. We were shoved in every direction and there was 1 crowd rush toward the stage that swept us forward about 50ft, but nothing too abnormal yet.

Next was Alkaline Trio at the stage beside us. This is when the crowd rushes got bad on our section. We tried hard to plant out feet and keep from being swept forward, but somehow we ended up about 100ft from the stage. Toward the end of Alkaline Trio, a man behind us was picked up to crowd surf and nearly dropped twice. At that point, the women I was standing with left, but I made the decision to stay. It was still not nearly as bad in that area as it was for Korn, Slipknot, and Stone Sour at Louder than Life.

Just before MCR went on, there was another rush. This time, my feet left the ground and didn't return until a few long moments later. I kept telling people to stop because they would crush those up front. A few did, but most pushed forward. The people immediately around me were nice, though, so I still felt safe.

As MCR was playing, they kept having to pause between songs to ask people to step back and allow their crew to pass out water. The people in my area all stepped back. You could hear the stress and frustration in Gee's voice and it made me so sad. This is the first show since their return where they did not appear to be having fun.

After the 4th song, they started turning the stage lights on the crowd to check for injured fans. Gee kept directing the crowd to make a path for paramedics. Trains of people were going by me trying to escape the crowd with terrified looks in their eyes. One girl was being carried out by her friend and looked barely conscious.

About an hour in, I joined a train to leave. People in the train were using the phones to light a path and grabbing frightened fans from the crowd to get them out.

I got to an area in the back where everyone had plenty of space to move and noticed the area speckled with dozens of people using mobility aids. They oversold tickets to the ADA section and these people had no view of the stage.

Finally, I found a spot where the vibes were fun and stopped. As I talked to those around me, I realized many were originally near the front and had to escape after being crushed.

Exiting was terrifying. They drove everyone to a single exit, so it compacted the crowd through the winding festival grounds. Twice I was carried against my will by the liquid flow of the crowd. I broke out and sat by a tree for an hour before braving the exit, which was still packed and took 20 minutes to get through.

Next, I waited in a line to use a portapotty which was unsurprisingly out of toilet paper. Then, I sat by another tree for an hour and a half waiting for phone service so I could call an uber. As I waited, I watched dozens of cars and motorcycles blatantly driving drunk, running red lights, and hanging out for the windows to celebrate Mexican Independence Day while the cops stood around and watched. I watched 2 people hobble past me on clearly broken legs. Talked to a man who witnessed a girl walking out of the crowd with her head injured so badly that blood was pouring down her face and shirt.

I finally got uber to load and had 3 drivers cancel on me because of traffic before I was finally picked up another hour later. It took 1.5 hours to get to my hotel 11 miles away because the traffic was so bad and police had many exits blocked off. My driver showed me why. My hotel is in the wealthy part of town and the cops were trying to keep the celebrations from disrupting those neighborhoods. No care for the rest of them.

I finally got back and read countless stories of people getting broken bones, passing out, and fearing for their lives. I saw one post on Twitter stating that they saw a gun in the crowd, which is believable given the metal detector situation.

I'm so fucking sorry for everyone who was hurt or scared. No one's concert experience should go that way. I definitely didn't have nearly as much fun as I did in Nashville's show, but I'm still grateful to have seen them twice this tour. Gee was perfect and the band and crew were great. They saved lives while festival staff stood by.

I will not be returning to Riot Fest in the future unless they demonstrate that they can fix the safety issues and move to a location that is less disruptive to the surrounding community.

#my chemical romance #mcr #riot fest #mcrriot

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