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Noah Morgan x Male Reader
Request - Could you do Noah Morgan x male!reader where y/n Lesister is William's son and Nick does not exist in this story. For this story, Noah is 18 years old, and y/n is 20. In this story, "My Fault" and Marvel's Spider-Man (insomniac) are set in the same universe. When y/n was 18, he went on a trip to New York, where his DNA was spliced with a spider. Basically, he has miguel o'hara powers, but he gets spider sense.
As a kid, you never knew who is your mother. You asked your father about her but he won't tell you, he would tell you to change the subject. You don't have a good relationship with your father, and you don't care anymore about trying to fix the relationship. He is cold toward you and he doesn't take the time to get to know you. You don’t like his wife Rafaella, she doesn't like you. But you do get along with Maggie your little step-sister, Rafaella barely pays attention to her own daughter and you hate that. Your father is rich but he or Rafaella don't buy medication for Maggie, but you do.
You get a text from your manager and you start to read it. He helps you get the big fights and a bigger pay, and you pay him.
Tyler- big fight tonight at 12 am. I signed you up
You- I will be there.
“Who are you texting?” Noah asked.
“You shouldn't be nosy,” You said.
She rolled her eyes at you.
“Same answer, when I ask you about the black eye?” Noah asked.
“Yes,” You said.
“You always come back with bruises, Y/N. And don't say you got mugged” Noah said.
“That’s why I said don't be nosy,” You said.
You grabbed your duffle bag and she started to follow you. Then Maggie runs up to you
“Can I come?” Maggie asked.
“Not today. How about tomorrow we go to the park?” You said.
“That’s fine” Maggie smiled.
“Watch her,” You said.
Noah watched you leave and you got in your car. Rafaella used to spend time with her daughters but that changed when they moved into the mansion. Noah called her friend to watch Maggie and the friend agreed. Noah gets an Uber and she tracks your location, she doesn't recognize the area. You have been acting strange and Noah wants to know why. She arrived at the location and kept looking, she found the location. She tried to figure out how to get in then she saw strangers go inside and pay to get in.
You are in the locker room, you are sitting on the bench. Then Peter walks in and you are surprised to see him.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“I came to see you fight. Ronnie got the biggest guy to fight you and make sure you are following the rules,” Peter said.
“I know, With great power comes great responsibility. Ronnie is always trying to make me lose to one of his fighters” You said.
“You got this, Y/N,” Peter said.
You were in New York City, on vacation. Unexpectedly you got bit by a spider while riding the train. The next night, you felt your body change then you got powers. You started to freak out and you didn't know who to call for help. You noticed that you got fangs and you freaked out even more. While in New York, you were on the roof trying to figure out your powers. Peter had on his suit and he noticed you, and he started to help you out. Slowly he became
Your mentor helped you get the name Crimson Spider. Only Peter knows that you have powers and you want to keep it like that. Peter doesn't like it when you do fight club matches. He knows that you're stubborn and won't stop. He always reminds you to hold back your powers or you will end up killing someone. He knows about your family history and you know about his.
“Thanks. But why are you really here?” You said.
He sits down next to you.
“Y/N, I’m getting old and I won't be Spiderman for long. But you won't get rid of me I’m still your mentor” Peter said.
“Damn, I thought I would get rid of you” You joked.
“Hahaha, so funny that made my stomach hurt,” Peter said.
You and Peter laughed. You leave the locker and head to the ring and Peter is standing with the crowd. The bell rang, and now you started to fight the huge guy. Noah is in shock that you are in the cage fighting. The guy punched you in the face and you fell, he was about to get on top to punch you again but you moved out of the way. You noticed Noah in the crowd then he pushed agsnit the cage. You start to punch him in the back but he doesn't back away. You wrapped your arms around his torso and used your super strength to pick him up, then you slammed him onto the mat. Everyone is in shock and he passes out, the referee picks up your wrist and you win. Ronnie is angry that he lost the bet and Noah is in shock about your strength.
You went to the locker room and you got paid. You quickly change your clothes and leave the locker room, you walk towards Noah and grab her arm.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“Why are you here fighting?” Noah asked.
“You shouldn't be here, let's go now!” You said angrily.
You dragged her out of the place then she pushed you.
“Y/N, why are you here tell me the truth,” Noah said.
“Fine. I fight to get money so I can pay for Maggie’s medication and that's the only reason. You know William doesn't care about anyone, he won't even buy her medication” You said.
She knows that you don't call him ‘dad’ and you call him by his first name.
“That explains the bruises and the black eye,” Noah said.
“Yeah. Let's go home” You said.
“We have to pick up Maggie at Maria’s house. I didn't know that you are strong, Y/N” Noah said.
“Now you know,” You said.
She is still impressed with what you did in the cage. You start to drive and she looks at you then looks away. Now, she starts to ask questions about the fight.
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You walk by your father’s office and you hear him yelling over the phone. He has a gambling problem and you walked away. You leave the house and you meet up with Peter. You have on your new suit and Peter is teaching you how to swing faster, you are fast but you want to go faster. You and Peter are jumping off buildings and starting to swing faster. He tells you how to move your body.
“I almost had it,” You said.
You almost lost your grip but you quickly landed on the side of the building. Then Peter stands next to you but he is standing sideways.
“Show off,” You said.
“It‘s called skills. Now let's try again and don't be lazy,” Peter said.
“I’m not lazy,” You said.
“Let’s find out,” Peter said.
You and Peter start to swing again. Noah went shopping and you spotted her, you are standing on the top of a fire escape. A theif had a knife and wanted to steal Noah’s wallet. You jumped off the fire escape and used your web to get the knife. Then you double-kicked the theif towards the dumpster.
“Noah, are you okay?” You asked.
“Thanks. But how did you know my name?” Noah asked.
“I-I know everything,” You said.
You left and Noah is feeling speechless. A bit later, when Noah went home she rushed to your bedroom. Then she started to tell you how she met Crimson Spider and you pretended to be shocked, while she was talking you noticed how she put her hands on your forearm. But you didn't move your arm away, you just listened to her.
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Noah sees you spending time with Maggie, you two are playing in the pool. Maggie is having fun and you are making her laugh. She is checking you out, she developed feelings for you and she is trying hard to deny it. She isn't feeling happy with her boyfriend. She goes to the backyard and she sits on the chair, you and Maggie told her to get in the water but she said no.
William lost money in debt now Ronnie wants his money. William keeps avoiding him and Ronnie is feeling angry, he threatens William to pay or else. But William is stubborn and laughs and says he isn't scared. Ronnie knows now what to do and he ends the call, now William starts to drink.
You are alone in the locker room getting ready for a fight. Noah walked into the locker room and you are speechless.
“What are you doing?” You asked.
“I came to see you fight,” Noah said.
“Go home now,” You said.
“I want to see you fight again. I didn't tell my mom or William” Noah said.
“I know. But I don't want anyone to harass you. I thought you went on a date with Mario” You said.
“We broke up,” Noah said.
“Oh. Well, I never liked him” You said.
“Yeah, I know I see the way you look at him,” Noah said.
You and Noah are standing really close to each other. You feel her lips and she starts to kiss you then you start to kiss her back. She wraps her arms around you and you pull her closer.
“Y/N” Noah whispered.
“You kissed me first,” You said.
You kiss her back and she doesn't stop you. After the kiss, Noah stood in the crowd and watched you fight. She didn't know that you are a skilled fighter and she does cheer for you. You won the fight with a knockout and some people cheered for you.
You and Noah are in the parking lot. Again, you kiss her on the lips and she has her back against the brick wall. You start to kiss her neck and you raise her dress semi up and she lets out a small moan. Then she stares into your eyes and you touch her lip with your thumb. You and Noah go home and you go to check up on Maggie and she is still sleeping. Then you go to your bedroom and Noah is in her bedroom, she can't stop thinking about the kiss.
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You and Noah are in the kitchen. She has her hand on your back then she grabs your shirt and she starts to kiss you. You wrap your arms around her and she starts to smile. William and Raffaella saw you and Noah kiss each other, they are angry.
“William, we have to do something about this fast” Raffaella said.
“I know. I will think of something, he won't embarrass me like this” William angrily said.
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Days Later… Ronnie gave one final chance for William to pay. But he didn't take the chance, Ronnie went to kidnap Noah and then sent him a picture of her tied up in a chair. Maggie told you that she heard William and Raffaella talk about Noah getting kidnapped and they couldn't call the cops. You promised her that you would make everything okay.
You went to your bedroom and started to put on the suit. You leave through the window and You go find Noah. You know where Ronnie usually hangs out and you rushed to his place.
“Boss, it's Crimson Spider,” He said.
“Kill him then kill the girl,” Ronnie said.
You start to dodge the bullets then you start to beat them up. Then you run towards Ronnie and you dodge the bullet, you kick the gun out of his hand. Then he grabbed the knife from his pocket and tried to stab you. But you grabbed his wrist and snapped it in half and he dropped the knife and he started to scream. You started to punch him in the face hard and he started to bleed out fast. You take out all your anger on him and you break his nose and jaw. You were close to killing him then you remember what Peter said about killing. You believe he doesn't deserve mercy then you pull up your mask up to your nose and grabbed his wrist and bite it, then venom enters his body. He starts to cough, you have paralytic venom fangs, and Ronnie slowly dies. You run towards Noah and you start to untie her and she isn't hurt. You take off your mask and she is stunned
“You… you are Crimson Spider!?” Noah yelled.
“Yeah, I will explain later. But are you okay? Did they hurt you?” You said.
“I’m fine, they just tied me to the chair. Do they know?” Noah said
“No one knows and you can't tell anyone,” You said.
“I promise I won't tell anyone,” Noah said.
She hugged you tight and you hugged her back. You left the building and the police arrived Noah didn't tell them your secret and they took her home. You start to swing back home
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William punched you in the face once you got home. You started to fight him but you did hold back your strength and you punched him in the stomach.
“What the hell!?” You yelled.
“We know about your dirty secret with Noah. I’m not going to let you two embarrass us like this!” William yelled.
“You are the embarrassment! You are not a man, you are a coward” You yelled.
“What secret?” Noah asked.
“We saw you and Y/N kiss each other. I’m disappointed in you, Noah, and this will end now” Raffaella said.
“I love him,” Noah said.
“This will end and I don't care how it ends!” William yelled.
You and Noah left the mansion with Maggie when William and Raffaella were in the home office talking. You lied to Maggie about having a fun trip to New York. You called your friend who is a pilot and he agreed to fly to New York. Hours later, William and Raffaella couldn't find you or Noah. William punched the wall and he is extremely angry.
In New York, you have an apartment in Soho that your father doesn't know. You bought take-out food and medicine for them.
“Since when did you get this place?” Noah asked.
“About two years ago. I live here alone and no one knows about this place, I have it under a fake name. Did you mean that you love me?” You said.
“Yeah, I did mean it Y/N,” Noah said.
“I have never been in love before,” You said.
“Me either. I’m scared” Noah said.
“I promise I will protect you and Maggie,” You said.
You hug her and gently rub her back. Later, when Noah and Maggie went to sleep you put on the suit, and you saved a few people around the city. You go back home and you change into your pajamas.
“I didn't mean to wake you up,” You said.
“You didn't. How did this happen? The powers and the suit” Noah said.
“It’s a long story,” You said.
“Tell me,” Noah said.
You start from the beginning of how everything started.
#Noah Morgan x male reader#Noah Morgan x reader#Noah Morgan imagine#x male reader#male!reader#male reader
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Being a Medic is suffering...
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#team fortress 2#medic#scout#spy#sniper#z art#z flash#well it wasn't done in flash exactly but whatever it's my basic animation tag now#based off that one kicking gif from an old anime i don't know the name of#this is what happens when you don't pay attention when your medic calls for help!#heavy off-screen is going to kill all of you when he gets over there#engie would be kicked by soldier demo and spy#this is my new spray incidentally
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Hurt IV
Hardersson x Child!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: Morsa gets hurt
You're sitting in the stands when it happens.
Momma's still not back in the squad so you're not sitting on the bench. You enjoy sitting on the bench more than sitting in the stands but at least you get to eat hotdogs in the stands so that's a win.
You're munching away when Morsa goes down. You stop chewing to stand up properly so you can see and you will Morsa to get back up.
She doesn't.
She just kind of rolls around on the ground clutching at her foot.
"What's wrong with Morsa?" You ask as if Momma would just know.
"It's okay," Momma says though her tight smile says she doesn't quite believe herself," Morsa's being a bit dramatic. She'll get back up, you'll see."
Only Morsa doesn't get back up.
She has to be helped off and you see a stretcher being prepared.
Momma takes your hand and walks you over to the barrier.
"Sam!" She calls out to Scottish Sam," Sam!"
Sam turns, getting up from the bench. She takes you as you're lifted over the barrier.
"Look after her, okay?" Momma hands her your bag. "I'll grab her in a bit."
"Go," Sam says," I've got her."
You're still in Sam's arms as you watch Momma sprint the opposite direction, to where Morsa's being loaded up onto a stretcher. She's crying and you kind of feel like crying too.
"Magda's strong," Sam says as she takes her seat back on the bench," She'll be okay."
"Morsa's crying," You reply bluntly," Don't lie. I'm not stupid."
Sam winces a little but you pay no attention because you stand up to see if you can catch a glimpse of Momma and Morsa. The stretcher is moving away now and they're holding hands.
You're glad that Morsa has Momma to look after her until you get there.
"Hey." Sam taps your leg. "Let's sit down, huh? You could fall."
You grunt in frustration but do as she says. You've no interest in the match anymore and grow a bit restless. You keep turning your head around, hoping to see Momma and Morsa returning but they never do.
Sam rummages through your bag to find something to entertain you.
"What is this?" She asks," A fancy straw? It's kind of big."
"That's my epipen," You say and Sam immediately drops it into your bag like it's burned her," Because Australian Sam gave me bad kiwi and I almost died. Momma makes sure I always have it."
Scottish Sam laughs uncomfortably. "Well...I'll make sure not to give you kiwi then."
"Or banana or avocado because those can kill me too." You think for a moment as your stomach rolls. "Is my Morsa dying?" Your bottom lip trembles. "Is that why she's not back yet?"
"No!" Sam says quickly, shaking her head firmly," She's just talking to the medics. They're very chatty. That's why they're taking so long."
You accept that Morsa's not dying but not really that the medics are chatty. You keep looking behind you all the way up until halftime.
Sam takes you back to the changing room but you dig your heels in all the way because you don't want Momma and Morsa to go back onto the pitch and not know where you've gone.
This whole situation is very worrying and you sullenly take refuge in Morsa's cubby because it's nice and small and smells just like her.
"Lea?" You ask as the woman mooches around nearby," When are my mummies coming back?"
She winces a little. "Sorry, kid," She says," I'm not too sure. Soon, though. It'll be soon."
You sigh a big sigh and huff, reaching out for Lea's hand as she gets ready to go back out. "Is my Morsa going to be okay?"
She winces again and pats you on the head. "She'll be just fine. She'll be back on her feet very soon."
In the second half, Sam has to go on so she hands you straight over to Sarah who has the unenviable job of watching you have a complete and utter breakdown.
You've decided that it's been too long, that Momma and Morsa have been away too long for Morsa to be just fine like the girls are telling you. You curl up into a little ball in your seat and sob.
Sarah looks like she's about to cry too as she wildly looks to the other girls on the bench for help before deciding that the best thing to do would be to pick you up.
It's pretty hard on her part because you won't uncurl from your protective ball and she kind of has to pace around with a little girl whose not willing to give her even an inch of help in it.
"Hey."
You stop crying when you hear Momma speak.
She's standing by the barrier.
"I can take her now," Momma says to Sarah," I'll take her back to see Magda."
"It's fine," Sarah lies," We've got everything under control."
"I'll take her," Momma insists," Magda's been asking for her."
"Oh, thank god," Sarah breathes out before holding you out for Momma to take along with your bag.
"Is Morsa okay?" You sniffle as Momma begins to walk back to where she disappeared too.
"She will be," Momma says," She's a little sad right now and she needs some Princesse cuddles to make her feel better. And I think some Morsa cuddles will make you feel better too."
You nod.
Morsa's still sitting on the stretcher when you arrive. She's not crying anymore but you can see where the tears use to be.
Momma settles you by Morsa's side and you look down to see her bandaged foot.
"What happened?"
"I hurt my foot," Morsa says. She crowds you into her space with a hand between your shoulders, allowing you to curl up properly against her as she rests her chin on the top of your head.
"Is it really bad?"
"I have to have surgery soon," Morsa says," But it'll be very quick."
You think for a moment before nodding, making sure to hug Morsa nice and tight so she knows that you're here for her.
"It'll be okay," You say," Because me and Momma are going to look after you."
#woso x reader#hardersson x reader#pernille harder x reader#pernille harder#magdalena eriksson x reader#magdalena eriksson#woso community#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso#The Big Adventures Universe
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The Seven Deadly Sins And The Common Cold
Getting sick at the HoL and sending almost everyone you know into sheer panic.
You're laying in bed feeling like shit trying to sleep off a cold, sweaty and clammy and moaning trying to get comfortable, unaware of the many fretting around you.
Demons hardly get sick, and with everything in Devildom that's already dangerous for humans, medicine they'd have would surely kill you.
Solomon is far less helpful than any suspected, also concerned that you will now die. As much as he frequents the human realm, relatively up to date on the world and trends and a good amount of media and fashion, he hasn't paid that much attention to medical advances in the last few hundred years.
Satan is the only one who MIGHT have semi-useful knowledge from some caring-for-your-sick-lover trope stories he's read.
Belphie is in a deep sleep with one wrist around your ankle, laying at the foot of your bed and determined to will you good dreams in your 'last moments'.
Asmo cries because he truly notices how much your sickness has effected you, anyone can see you're sick but he pays such close attention, with spa days and finding the best products and applying them himself, to seeing how miserable and unhealthy your are he is distraught. He does his best to try and make you more comfortable, and tearfully demands Solomon do something.
Mammon has gone to beg the witches to save your life, he'll owe them whatever they wish if they will help you (luckily he gets a call to come home before he signs his immortal life away)
Beel wants you to eat, he always makes sure you have enough, and this morning he was worried from the start when you told him there was no way you could stomach anything.
Lucifer has given up trying to calm everyone else down and called Diavolo about your state, admitting failure on his lack of knowledge already a feat and anyone can see how affected he is by his disheveled appearance and how frequently he goes to your room to check in on you.
Diavolo is worried as soon as he hears you're sick, and the well concealed strain to Lucifer's tone when he tries to sound level listing what ailments he can tell. Another demon advisor points out how terrible it would be for the program if their human were to die, and he glares at them with hellfire's fury in his eyes. He's concerned for you, and would be heartbroken if anything happened, he will visit you as soon as he can.
Barbatos calms his worries and tells him you will be fine, he had picked up some human realm remedies in advance for when the time came and will take you a special blend of safe and effective tea. If he couldn't see the future, he would be much more worried. Though he still feels guilty you have to suffer through it.
Levi is a wreck. He blames himself, he blames everyone else, if you had just stayed in, stayed in his room especially, this never would have happened. You never would have went out and got sick- he spends much of the time in his tank for comfort and pleading with Henry 2.0 that you don't die. It doesn't help that you rejected his offer to watch anime with him this morning- despite the look on his face you just couldn't accept.
Solomon at least has the hindsight to bring the angels in on this. Even with similarly lacking knowledge on human sickness, they are known for healing abilities even if that's not their specialty.
They arrive as soon as they're contacted, Luke with tears in his eyes and hugging your stomach tightly as soon as he reaches your bed.
Satan is already there, having woke you and forcing you to stay awake long enough for him to spoon feed you some of the (slightly questionable) Devildom equivalent of "chicken" soup he made. It smelled delicious, and not at all like chicken soup, was slightly purple and would be very tasty, yet you're woefully unable to discern either of those.
Simeon, though not adept in it, gives you a healing blessing. The moment his lips touch you overheated forehead you breathe a sigh at the bit of relief he brings. Your sore throat eases, the congestion in your chest lessens, and the migraine dissipates at his touch. You take a deep breath (through both nostrils!) and nearly ask for him to do it again.
But you're exhausted, significantly relieved, and the call to sleep fueled by Belphie's touch pulls at you, unable to resist.
You vaguely register Mammon bursting through your door in the last moments before you drift to sleep, he's hushed by Asmo who busies himself changing the cool rag on your forehead and trying not to bite his nails. Luke quietly asks Simeon to teach him how to heal like that, and makes him assure you will be better soon.
And you finally receive some well needed, actual rest. Despite some of their shortcomings on the matter, you have so many that love and care for you making sure you will be better, and have many a caretaker prepared to tear apart the realms for you if need be.
#Obey Me imagine#Obey Me x reader#Obey Me headcanons#Obey Me Shall We Date#my stuff#Obey Me Belphegor#Obey Me Beelzebub#Obey Me Asmodeus#Obey Me Mammon#Obey Me Lucifer#Obey Me Satan#Obey Me Diavolo#Obey Me Barbatos#Obey Me Solomon#Obey Me Luke#Obey Me Simeon#Obey Me Leviathan
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fight or flight [aro volturi]
request: Can I request #3 and #13 with Aro Volturi and a human?
prompts: "take a deep breath" // "you're okay, i promise"
requested by: anon
warnings: panic attack
thank you for requesting!!
it had been building all day.
the familiar sensation of a panic attack had been on the brink of her mind all day, just waiting to spill out at the perfect time. she was hyperaware of everything, her fingers fidgeting, her knee bouncing, her breathing increased.
she couldn't tell what was causing it, but then again, she never could. anxiety was something she had struggled with for years, something she could never pinpoint a cause of, and something she still couldn't get under control.
no medication helped, or meditation, or therapy.
it made her feel utterly isolated.
the longer she was left alone with her thoughts, the worse she felt. she had spent most of her day exploring the castle with her guard, simply trying to keep the inevitable attack at bay. her mate, aro, was busy that day with trials and one thing she refused to do was call him away from his work - not for something as silly as this.
but now, she curled up in their shared bed, no longer able to bring herself to communicate with others. her thoughts were too occupied with her panic, her conversations stilted and drawn out because she couldn't focus long enough to pay attention to the topics being talked about.
she could feel her breathing grower faster, her heart beat picked up in her chest, and she sat up in bed, suddenly unable to sit still. her chest felt too tight as she swung her legs over the bed and stood quickly, needing to move instead of sit still. her vision was going dark, small black dots clouding her sight. hot tears slid down her cheeks, the wetness not helping with her fading vision.
the girl flinched when cold hands settled on her shoulders, unable to hear the words aro was speaking to her in her state of mind. she felt him lead her to the bed and push on her shoulders, forcing her to sit. "tesoro, tesoro, please listen to me."
his words broke through her thoughts and she drew in a harsh, wheezing breath. "i-i can't."
"you can, my darling. take a deep breath."
she drew in another breath, but it was still shallow and stuttered. a whine escaped with the exhale and she reached up, clutching her hair with her fingers. aro's hands moved to cover hers, this time pushing her head between her knees. he unwound one of her hands from her hair to place on his chest. "breathe with me, darling."
aro's chest began to rise and fall under her hand and she stilled for a moment, trying her best to sync her breathing to his own. his was slightly uneven, likely due to the fact that he didn't feel the need to breathe regularly. as her hand rose and fell with her mate's chest, she managed to break through the panic in her mind and focus more on him. he sat close to her, one hand still on top of her head while the other rested on his chest.
"you're okay, i promise." aro whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to the back of her head. "you're doing great."
"i don't know what happened." her voice was still shaky and eyes were still wet.
aro's hand left her hair as she lifted her head and he instead moved to wipe her tears from her face. his lips were tilted into a kind smile, his eyes gentle and touch soft as he cared for his mate. "it's over now, my love. we know it's something that happens."
"i hate it." she sniffled, reaching up to catch another tear as it fell. "makes me feel so weak."
"none of that." the raven-haired king lifted her chin in order to meet her eyes, this time his expression stern. "you're not weak - you're very strong to be able to overcome your panic like that. resilient."
she looked doubtfully at aro, who only leaned forward to kiss her in order to silence any protest. "my strong mate." he murmured against her lips. "i'm proud of you for being able to overcome it. you should be too."
she didn't respond, instead leaning into his kiss again and closing her eyes. while she had a long way to go in order to overcome her anxiety and panic attacks, she was grateful to have such an attentive mate to help her through them every time.
#twilight#twilight imagine#twilight imagines#twilight x reader#twilight oneshot#volturi#aro volturi#aro volturi oneshot#aro volturi x reader#aro volturi imagine#aro volturi imagines
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(never done this before so i apologize if its shite)
would it be possible for like tf2 medic or tf2 engie having a really scout-level stupid gender neutral s/o
one who wouldnt be paying attention to how asleep their foot it and ending up spraining it and then acting like ot was the floors fault
or whod do a backflip off stairs for gum off the ceiling and half a penny
and them like crawling back to their intelligent boyfriend like they just ran head first into an electric fence
(sorry if this was done before lmao)
relationships for dummies — engineer/medic x gn!reader
pairing: engineer/medic x gn!reader (separate)
authors note: THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE LMAOOO this was a remarkable ask thank you so much for sending this in anon - hope you like it :D
disclaimer: none!
MEDIC:
no one knows how you two got together
like nobody knows
some theorize but no one has gotten a definitive answer
but the real reason was that he just loved how absolutely unhinged you were
like you had NO fear to do the things you did
he. fucking. LOVED THAT.
studies you like you're a creature in a jar
medic isn't so much of a worrier, not like engie is
if you're hurt, he can patch you back up like it's no biggie 🙄🙄
and highkey just as chaotic as you are
so you guys are partners in MANY crimes
but he also finds it very humorous whenever you do pretty stupid stuff
if you sprained your ankle because your foot fell asleep, he'd sigh tbh
it's happened so many times
and he told you how to prevent that
so many times
but he's obviously more than willing to help you; he's your crutch when you need him
if y'all are on the battlefield, he's more than likely to be by your side throughout the entire fight
even more than heavy
most of the time, he's just trying to refrain from your usage of the respawn machine with the amount of times you've tripped or tried to perform some kinda stunt
used uber on you once
it was
interesting
obviously he was more than willing to use uber on you
he was so damn curious on how'd you boost and what you'd do
and the thrill of it all?? drunk off of it
he loves you very much
supporter in all of your idiocy!!!
ENGINEER:
i'll be honest
finds it more entertaining than anything
although, he sometimes... worries?
he remembers the time where you tried to slap a sticker on the ceiling and ended up tripping on the ladder scout was (so poorly supporting) and ended up face first with the floor...
medic helped retrieve your lost tooth
engineer kept asking if you were okay that day LMAOOO
but yeah, the dude worries for you sometimes - you can't just go around doing stunts without some fear of hurting yourself!
kind of a helicopter mom of some sorts
but when he isn't worrying about you, and you're doing harmless shit, he finds it HUMOROUS ASF
like when you decided to sit on your foot for too long and tried to walk and just fell
he was laughing and slapping his knee
the old man he is
he DID try and help you up but you fell over again and I swear to god you put the man into cardiac arrest
tries his very best to warn you or help you prevent idiotic acts like these
but he definitely isn't overbearing
he's more of a watch from afar with a beer in hand while he gives you a thumbs up while you nearly drown in a pool with your floaties
he's that kinda guy
and I stand by it
. . .
one time you successfully tried to jump an electric fence (with demo, heavy, and scout as witnesses)
and hey!!! you did it!!! ........on the 7th time!
you and scout are besties I don't make the rules
you guys literally feast off each other's energies
but anyway
you went running towards your boyfriend, calling his name as you stumbled into his workroom.
"Hey, honey bee! What's going- ... on?"
he tried.
he tried so hard not to laugh.
but your frizzy hair and disheveled clothes was too much not to marvel
"What'd you do this time?" He laughed as he was quick to smooth over your crazed hair.
loves you so much
his little firecracker
.
.
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#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 medic#tf2 engineer#tf2 medic x reader#tf2 engineer x reader#medic x reader#engineer x reader#tf2 x reader#team fortress 2 x reader#engineer#medic#rorichuu!
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hello, I love the way you write the stories, sorry if it's badly written but I don't speak English, I would like to know if you can write like a reactionary poly!sethxreaderxpaul when the reader has a horrible migraine
totally no worries - i love this!!
...
"princess," paul murmured softly, gently running his hand up your side as he waited for your response. you let out a soft whine, curling further into your other imprinter's lap in an attempt to dull the pounding in your head.
you didn't see it, but paul and seth exchanged mutual looks of concern as they tried to figure out how to best help you. both knew you had migraines but neither had ever actually been with you when you had one.
lucky for you though, seth happened to pay attention to what you told him about your migraines and remembered you had medication and that ice helped.
"can you grab her medicine from the cabinet?" seth whispered to paul, the noise eliciting another whine from you as you clenched your eyes shut, "i think it's called sumatriptan or something," he added, voice barely above a murmur as paul got up and headed into the bathroom to grab your medicine.
sure enough, he came back a moment later, handing the pill to seth, "pretty girl," seth murmured, gently running his hand up and down your arm soothingly, "can you take this for me? paul is gonna go get you your ice pack too," he asked softly, both boys letting out a sigh of relief when you blindly reached up for the pill, grabbing it and taking a sip from your water bottle before swallowing it.
as soon as you swallowed the pill, you were tugging seth down so he could lay with you. he was quick to comply, allowing you to curl into his chest and bury your face in the crook of his arm to help with the throbbing in your head.
as promised, paul returned a few moments later, helping you get the ice pack on your head before you tugged him down to lay on the other side of you. the medicine and ice pack combined with both boys' gentle touches were quick to provide you some much needed relief and help you drift off to sleep.
#poly!paulxreaderxseth#poly!sethxreaderxpaul#paul lahote#seth clearwater#paul lahote imagine#paul lahote blurb#seth clearwater imagine#seth clearwater blurb#seth clearwater x reader#paul lahote x reader#seth clearwater fluff#seth clearwater angst#paul lahote fluff#paul lahote angst#twilight#tts#the twilight saga#twilight imagine#twilight blurb#twilight wolves#twilight wolfpack#imagine#blurb#fluff#angst
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Death and Gifts
Death has existed since time untold, but now with mortal friends, he has found himself in a bit of a pickle. Having been introduced to the concept of repayment, he now feels the need to return the kindness his friends have offered.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for everyone involved, Death pays his debts in full.
Previous part here.
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Death, or rather Orion Pax, was familiar with the concept of an exchange. Shanix was traded for resources or goods, life was traded for death, and knowledge was traded for service. He knew this, but he eventually came to a rather startling realization upon going through a series of datapads on mentality.
According to what he read, relationships were also a form of exchange. In a relationship of any sort, both parties were to give and take in equal exchange. Service was to be repaid in some way, shape, or form. Emotional care was to be provided in turn, and friends were meant to create bonds through a series of debts to one another in the form of attention, time, and service. To Orion, it was a wakeup call and prompted a severe misunderstanding.
Throughout his entire stay in the mortal plane, he had been receiving the time, attention, and service of his companions. He had been unintentionally indebting himself to them, and at this point, he was swimming in things that needed to be repaid. Ratchet gave knowledge and care freely, and that needed to be repaid as soon as possible. As did Megatron's dutiful companionship. There was much to do, and so Death prepared to repay that which was owed... in his own unique way.
Ratchet was his first and oldest companion. As such, Orion began devising ways to repay him first. Ratchet made his life easier and gave him understanding, Orion could do the same in turn. Thus, over the course of a few weeks, Death began to dig into Ratchet's history, connections, and prospects. The medical student had a few... blotches in his social life that Orion frowned upon seeing. An overenthusiastic ex, a corrupt higher up refusing Ratchet the title of doctor, and a bully who harassed his friend on the daily. Death does not usually pick favorites, but when it came to his friend and his debts, he was willing to compromise.
He spent what time he could with Ratchet, trying to return the emotional support through actions. And when he wasn't otherwise engaged, he put pieces in motion. He couldn't directly do anything, not without making his siblings upset. But setting up scenarios that would lead to death were not exactly off limits. So long as he wasn't there or forcing the death to happen, he wasn't responsible. So what if that one unfortunate ex got into a bad crash? He could have avoided it if he'd tried harder and paid attention. Why should it bother Death that a corrupt doctor overdosed on recreational drugs? The mech was living on borrowed time anyway. The bully ended up being arrested? Well isn't that unfortunate.
Ratchet did not grieve much, and Death was there with him all the way. He still had debts to repay, and Ratchet was worth so much more than being a mere Doctor. Perhaps it was a bit of bias, but Orion couldn't help but pull a few strings. Sometimes the corrupt needed to fall ill to make way for those who were far more suited to the roll. If Ratchet gave Orion a few side glances after he was suddenly promoted to the role of CMO, neither of them acknowledged it.
Ratchet: That mech... did you kill him?
Orion: I am forbidden to directly intervene in the affairs of your kind.
Ratchet: Did you cause this to happen?
Orion: You have been kind to me, you have given me much. It is a debt I will repay.
Ratchet: Orion, please, you don't need to-
Orion: You are of my chosen. Your purpose far exceeds those of the lesser.
Ratchet: You aren't like this. You don't usually have an opinion on anything, at least not like this.
Orion: It was, and it is still not permitted. But I will not allow that which was offered to go unrepaid.
His debt was nowhere near paid, but Orion had little else he could do. HIs friend was soaring high, and so in a bit of desperation, he focused on the rules to see what else he could possibly effect. Direct intervention was out of the question, but perhaps he could give a gift.
It wasn't against the rules to simply remove a block within a mech.
Death smiled when Ratchet found himself with an uncanny ability to sense death before it arrived. The doctor was able to solve cases before they reached a breaking point and determine a cause of death effortlessly, seemingly without any explanation. Ratchet chalked it up to his own skill, and Death grinned as he turned to his next set of debts.
Jazz was next, but for Death, he was hard to fully place. Jazz was an odd one, and repaying debts with him would be difficult. Jazz's situation did not allow for mecha to perish unfortunately. He was in too delicate of a position for that to happen and not harm him. But Orion could give him information. That much he could do. Jazz was an agent, a spy for the Council. Death dug through every case Jazz was involved in with fanatic determination, and once he had everything prepared, he began his work.
Cold cases were suddenly given new evidence as Death searched for the dead within the Allspark and questioned them. Information Jazz could not reach was put before him on a silver platter as mecha with the details found themselves incapacitated by unfortunate accidents. Those who hunted his friend were quickly silenced, not through supernatural means, but through blackmail Orion had from the Archives. To top if all off, Death gifted his friend an ability. When Death came to fallen, they trusted him instinctually. They knew what he was. To Jazz he gave a lesser version of the same gift, merely accentuating Jazz's already powerful charisma with a touch of the calm of the void.
Jazz noticed, but he said nothing. Death merely smiled.
Megatronus was not difficult to repay. Death merely began rigging things in his favor. Well, not necessarily rigging. But the odds tipping ever so slightly in his Champion's favor were not against the rules. Who was ever going to concern themselves with a blade sliding off Megatronus's armor and shattering instead of piercing. Bad craftsmanship had its effects after all. Who would be anything except awed when old wounds healed perfectly and Megatronus returned to the arena without issue? The Champion made all sorts of money for his sponsors. His success was theirs.
Orion's siblings watched him in wrath, further tightening his reigns. But Death would not halt. He could not gift abilities as obvious as he had to Jazz and Ratchet, but it was not out of the question to give Megatronus a more intimidating aura. All it took was for Death to touch him once every few cycles, and Megatronus would carry the stench of death wherever he walked. His foes feared him, and Orion laughed lightly as he watched their terror firsthand. It was not a gift, merely his presence having its effect. His siblings could not punish him for that.
Prima: You cannot keep doing this Thirteen. You are stepping beyond your bounds.
Death: I am following the rite.
Vector: You are not. Your influence has expanded beyond the limits set in place for all Primes. Continue down this path, and we shall be forced to step in.
Death: What must I do to gain the ability to expand?
Micronus: There is no-
Onyx: Expand. Grow.
Prima: Onyx enough!
Onyx: He has the right to know. We have known since the children of Primus walked the world. To keep him in the dark is cruel.
Death: What do you know?
Onyx: The rite forbids that I speak plainly, but continue as you are, and soon enough your reach will expand. The children of Primus are eager to believe.
Death considered the words of his peers, and ultimately he elected to follow Onyx's advice. He was Death, he was allowed to act as he saw fit, at least to a degree. He would obey the rites and rules, but if the children were in danger... well, rules were made to be broken on occasion.
Soundwave was the last on his list, largely because he was Megatronus's favorite. Death looked upon him and decided against any action, instead opting to give a simple gift to repay his debts. Soundwave stalked the halls, and Death dragged him into the shadows. It was for a brief moment, but when he released the spymaster and met his gaze back in the normal plane, Soundwave shakily got to his pedes, and Death smiled again. He enjoyed smiling. Such a silly thing, but one that held so much meaning.
"This gift I have given to repay my debts. The void now knows you, it has tasted your frame. Do not linger long within its grasp, but it welcomes you, should you wish to traverse the dark paths."
He left quietly, and Soundwave for his part shook like a leaf. The work was done, and now Death had largely repaid his debts.
However if a few particularly devoted mailmecha found themselves avoiding trouble and injury with surprising grace, then who were they to judge? Death would repay his debts, regardless of the outcome.
Megatronus, Ratchet, and Jazz were all very much aware that Orion had done something to them, but by the time they came to understand their new gifts, they opted not to ask. Whatever Orion was, he was old, and he was powerful. No longer was he a spark eater in disguise or some old monster. Rather, he had to be a Quintesson or a creation of them. There was no other explanation, not unless one wanted to begin believing in fairy tales about Primes and their power.
Death, oblivious to it all, continued merrily while quite content to have finally "made things right."
#transformers#maccadam#transformers prime#orion pax#megatronus#ratchet#jazz#soundwave#death's embrace au#alternate universe#pre war cybertron#slight cosmic horror I guess#idk what to label death being death
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M!Crush x F!Reader: Movie Night
Requested by @stydiashipper11
THEME: Fluff/Tiny implication of Smut at the end
WARNING(s): Groping (crush touches reader's butt)
"I really don't understand the ending of this movie." your boyfriend said, his arms around your waist as you sat on his lap.
"What do you mean?" you asked him.
"She literally lost the will to live and died of a broken heart. That doesn't happen. I get that it's a movie and it doesn't have to make sense, but you would think that with such advanced technology, medical science could have kept her alive. Besides, you can't just decide one day that you don't want to live anymore and then just die."
C/N was always one to pick at the logic of works of fiction, whether it made sense or not. You never complained about it, though. You actually found it rather endearing.
"Maybe that's not what happened." you retorted. "Maybe she didn't actually die of a broken heart."
"Explain."
"I think what happened is that Palpatine stole the living force from Padme to save Anakin. Obi-Wan just left him there on Mustafar, so he probably would have died from his horrific injuries if someone - Palpatine - hadn't found him and saved him. That left her with just enough life to pop out a couple of babies. And how else would Palpatine have known that Padme died? Even Anakin, as acutely sensitive to the Force as he is, didn't know she died until Palpatine told him. Also, you actually can die from a broken heart, but it's extremely rare."
"Dang," your boyfriend pulled you in closer to him. "pretty and smart? I think I found myself a keeper."
You blushed through a smile as he put a sweet kiss on your temple. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you turned your body so that you were facing him. He was looking at you so attentively. You rested your forehead on his, neither one of you paying attention to the movie, which was almost over anyways.
"I love you." you murmured.
"Not as much as I love you, pretty girl." he responded. "You and your big sexy brain."
He looked up at you and tenderly kissed your lips. Every time his lips touched yours, it felt like magic.
"How the hell did I get so lucky?" he mumbled between kisses.
You tilted your head to kiss him again, pulling him deeper into the kiss. His hand ran down your waist to pinch your bottom, making you jump.
"Whoa!" you gasped. "What was that?"
"What was what?" he devilishly grinned.
"Did you just touch my butt?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, babe."
He did it again, prompting you to playfully smack his arm.
"Stop it!" you giggled.
"Stop what?"
His goofiness had both of you laughing at this point. One more pinch.
"C/N!" you said through a laugh.
"Okay, okay." he playfully admitted defeat. "I have been touching your butt. But what do you expect me to do when you have the most perfect ass I've ever seen?!"
You felt a warmth wash over your cheeks, which were now the color of perfectly ripened strawberries. C/N couldn't help but smile at the sight of you blushing. He pressed his lips to yours, smiling into the kiss.
"Y/N." he quietly called.
"Hmm?" you hummed.
"Do you want to take this into the bedroom?"
You nodded, still smiling. He picked you up and carried you bridal style into your shared bedroom, the two of you ignoring the movie that was still playing.
#crush x reader#m!crush x f!reader#crush imagine#boyfriend x reader#boyfriend imagine#yes i did write this as a way to plug a star wars fan theory
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Don't Need Your Help (Cody Rhodes imagine)
Pairing: Cody Rhodes x female!reader
Prompts used:
Injury prompts: 18. "You saved me...? And bandaged me up? Am I dreaming?" || "Yeah, well, I wasn't going to let you die just like that..
Angry prompts: 2. "did I say I needed your help!?"
Excitement coursed through Cody's veins as he sat backstage and watched his colleagues throw each other around the ring. But as he watched, he couldn't help but feel a burning desire to get in on the action himself.
Before he knew it, Cody had leaped into the ring and was fighting with Seth. Both of them were giving it their all but he soon found himself being thrown around like a ragdoll.
Y/N, who had been watching from ringside, gasped as she saw Cody take a particularly nasty fall and cut his head. She rushed over to him, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Cody, are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
Cody groaned and tried to sit up, but the pain was too much. "I'm fine," he muttered, gritting his teeth.
Y/N could see that he was anything but fine, and she knew that he needed medical attention. "Cody, you need to let me help you. We need to call off the match," she said firmly.
But Cody shook his head stubbornly. "Did I say I needed your help!?" he hissed. "I can take care of myself."
Y/N sighed, knowing that Cody was fiercely independent and didn't like to rely on others. But she also knew that he needed medical attention as soon as possible. "Cody, I think you need to go to the hospital.” She suddenly let out a yelp as she saw his eyes roll back. The referee quickly understood, signaling for the bell to ring. The crowd was screaming but Y/N didn’t pay attention. Seth was worried as well, but he knew he couldn’t just go and check up on Cody.
Y/N knew that Cody needed help, but the paramedics had not arrived yet. She quickly got in the ring and removed her jacket, using it to press against Cody's wound as best she could. She tried to be as gentle as possible, not wanting to cause him any more pain.
As she held it firmly, she couldn't help but worry. She had never seen him hurt like this before, and she didn't know how he would react when he woke up. But she knew that she had to do everything she could to help him.
Finally, the paramedics arrived, and Cody was rushed to the hospital. Y/N stayed by his side throughout the night, too anxious to leave him by himself.
When Cody finally woke up, he was groggy and disoriented. He looked around, confused, and then remembered what had happened. He saw Y/N sitting next to him and smiled weakly.
"You saved me...? And bandaged me up? Am I dreaming?"
"Yeah, well, I wasn't going to let you die just like that,” she whispered to him, softly caressing his cheek.
"Thanks for taking care of me," he said, his voice hoarse.
Y/N smiled back at him, relieved that he was okay. "Of course," she said. "I'm just glad you're going to be okay."
Cody nodded and then fell back asleep, exhausted from his ordeal. Y/N stayed by his side, watching over him and making sure he was comfortable. She knew that Cody was going to need someone helping him because he was always a little reckless but she was determined to be there for him.
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M6 with an MC who comes out as trans?
The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC comes out as trans
~ a request near and dear to my heart, anon, let's hope I can do it justice. To all my trans brothers, sisters, and siblings, you are valid and loved and so incredibly beautiful! - brainrot ~
Julian
Worried at first that this was common knowledge and he'd missed all the cues and this is you running out of patience and correcting him
Very relieved when you explain otherwise
He'll do his best to curb his enthusiasm, but after all you've done to help him find purpose again he's throwing all the resources he has available at you with reckless abandon
Did you want surgery? A medical plan? He can do that! He's so happy to do that!
Will randomly ask questions or bring up new facts he learned about being trans in general at all hours of the day (and night)
If you know what name you want to go by, he's using it right away. He's used multiple names himself
If you don't he is absolutely the type to suggest trying on a different one a day
While you're at it, why not come up with a dramatic backstory for each one? Each one emphasizes a different trait of yours that he loves
One time a day or two after you came out, he was half-asleep and accidentally misgendered you (old habit) and he spent the next three days apologizing and trying to make it up to you
Unless you ask him not to, he will announce your preferred pronouns to every friend he has to make sure that all of your future conversations with them are comfortable
Asra
Hell yeah, let's question gender!
But first, they love you so much, and they want you to know that they'll be with you every step of the way, and however you want to express this is completely valid
There's no pressure, there's no rush, nobody knows what's best for you like you do and he's just here to watch the magic happen
That said, where do you want to start
They know some handy spells. Would you like to play with the pitch of your voice?
Sorry, he got distracted giggling at himself sounding like he inhaled too much helium
Loves hearing all the different voices you can call their name in. Lets you know that the one they find the most attractive is the one that makes your eyes light up
Will suggest all kinds of ridiculous names to make you smile and playfully reintroduce you to Faust when you decide on one
Checks in with you on how open you want to be about your gender before he uses your preferred name and pronouns in public. He wants to protect your privacy and process
Gives you full access to their wardrobe in case there's anything you want to try on (skirts? trousers? shirts? dresses? they've got it all, and a few other outlandish pieces)
He thinks everything about you is perfect, so you may have to be upfront about asking him to pay certain parts of your body attention in a different way or adjust certain compliments
Nadia
Deeply honored to be trusted with something so important to you, takes everything about it extremely seriously
Wavers between letting you talk about things at your own pace and asking questions. The more she understands, the better she can support you
Immediately clarifies your preferred pronouns and asks after a preferred name. If you've chosen one already, she'll adjust without a hitch
If you haven't, she's very happy to help you compile a list of illustrious names and their meanings
Wardrobe overhaul. She wants you to feel as comfortable in your skin as possible
Speaking of, were you hoping for any medical care? She knows of several good doctors to summon, and you know what -
- she may as well look over the current state of the healthcare system while she's at it. These are basic needs, everyone should have access to this, not just nobility
It's unnecessary but she will stare down every one of her sisters when she reintroduces you on their next visit. They're all very quick to affirm you regardless of her silent threat
Will plan a grand announcement as soon as you're okay with it, complete with the biggest celebration you're comfortable with
Is quick to figure out which traits of yours give you gender euphoria and will heap praise on them for hours
Muriel
Cool. Thanks for letting him know
Plenty of animals have different genders at different points in their lives, it makes perfect sense if you're the type of human that does that too
He can tell you're experiencing some really strong emotions right now, but being trans is so normal to him that he doesn't realize that's the reason why until a few seconds after his initial response
Panicking because now that he realizes it's a big deal to you there's a lot more he wants to say but he doesn't know where to start so here's an emotional support chicken while he thinks
Okay. He loves you. He's proud of you for taking the step to tell him. He's here for you and wants to support whatever decisions you make
Normally prefers not needing to talk a lot and letting your understanding of each other speak instead, but he'll make an exception for this
He grew up with Asra's nonchalant approach to gender, as soon as you make your pronoun and name preferences known he'll adjust with little effort
Though with how rare it is for him to refer to you in the third person, it's not a huge change
Will be present as emotional support if you wanted to tell anyone else, but you're doing the talking
Portia
Her first response? A really big, really tight hug
"I'd better be the first person to hear this news. What's the plan?"
She certainly didn't expect your announcement, but she's not surprised. You're a cool, attractive magician, this seems par for the course
Obstacles do not exist when Portia's beloved suggests a new adventure. Gender dysphoria quakes at her name
And yes, this is an adventure! Adventures are all about discovering yourself and taking hold of your future, this definitely falls under that category
Takes full advantage of her networking skills to find the best specialists to give you different options
Speaking of networking, she may or may not start a mental list of all the other trans and gender-nonconforming people she knows in the palace
She will also not-so-subtly try getting you to hang out with them. Communities are great places to find support systems for growth!
It's okay if you feel weird about initiating it, she has no such qualms and will happily invite 20+ people over for a big, queer barbeque
Like her brother, if you're still playing around with different names she'll introduce you as different ones on different ambassador trips. The sailors think it's awesome
Lucio
You're a super cool magic user, are you announcing this because you're about to shapeshift??
Completely chill once you explain that no, you're a trans person just like all the other trans people, you're just letting him know because you hadn't told him before
Does his best to listen to everything you have to say but he'll be side eyeing you for the rest of the day just in case you suddenly build a chrysalis and disappear into it for a couple of weeks
He switched his own name from Montag to Lucio because it suited him better, he will be aggressively supportive of your name and pronoun decisions
Doesn't tiptoe around the subject at all, asks so many questions about your identity and how it works for you and how you plan on expressing it
(extravagantly, he hopes, but whatever works for you is fine)
But are you sure you can't use magic? At all? Because while you're on the subject, he wouldn't mind a few extra pounds of muscle himself ... kidding, he's kidding!
You have to be careful when you pass back through places you've been to before because he will fight anyone who misgenders or deadnames you before you have the chance to update them
Thinks announcing pronouns after your name sounds really cool so he starts doing it too
(In case you'd enjoy HCs where MC is already out & in an established relationship with M6, might I suggest M6 with an MC with gender dysphoria?)
#ask arcana brainrot#the arcana#the arcana headcanons#the arcana hc#asra the arcana#julian the arcana#nadia the arcana#muriel the arcana#portia the arcana#lucio the arcana#the arcana game#the arcana fluff#asra alnazar#julian devorak#nadia satrinava#muriel of the kokhuri#portia devorak#lucio morgasson
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heres the scenario ;3
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Jonah wasn't supposed to be at Sawmill that day. Hell, he was supposed to be in Australia with Mr. Hale, and yet here he is. Dying from bullets wound. Scout didn't even realize that it was his brother at first when he had fired the shots.
He drops the force-a-nature, sprinting to Jonah's side and drags him to the sideline, screaming for Medic.
"Jonah-- Jonah, you'll be okay-- come on, dude! Ma's waitin' at home for ya!" Scout pleads, ripping open his duffel bag and trying to stop the bleeding. Silently begging Medic to hurry up.
"...Jeremy... did you... frickin' shoot me?" Jonah's unsteady gaze turns to his brother. Speaking taking a lot of effort for his older brother.
"I- It- It was an accident, I- I didn't know it was you..." Scout takes a shuddering breath. "I'm sorry! Please, just, don't die on me, okay?! That crap ain't cool!"
"...no promises." Jonah doesn't even seem angry. "Your aim's... gotten better... than it was when... we were kids."
"Sh-Shut up! It's always been good." Scout protests. His hands are warm, and he looks down to see the blood has soaked through the gauze.
"Jeremy." Jonah's voice is so calm. It's starting to scare Scout. "It's okay."
"What-?" Scout looks at his older brother in horror. "It ain't okay! I don't wantcha leavin' like Wes an' Henry... Please-- Jonah, please--" Scout begs, grabbing his brother's hand. Jonah smiles at him, bloodstains on his teeth.
"Tell Ma... I won't be... home for dinner."
A shadow takes Scout's gaze off his brother, and he looks up to see Spy standing over them both, a hollow look on his face.
"Help him." Scout whispers. Spy just shakes his head.
"I cannot help a dead man." Is the only thing Spy says. Turning his attention back to Jonah, Scout's suddenly aware his brother isn't breathing. There's no life behind his coffee-brown eyes, and when Scout loosens his grip on Jonah's hand, it limply slides out and hits the ground with a thud.
Jonah's dead.
Whatever happened next was a blur.
Someone grabbed Scout, tearing him away from his brother's body. Calls of retreat, and then everything goes black and Scout welcomes sleep.
"...oh! He's waking up." Medic's voice sounds fuzzy and distant.
"Mate. You in there?" Sniper's voice asks, and Scout opens his eyes. His vision is blurry, but he can make out enough to know he's in the medical wing.
"Wh... what happened?" Scout shifts his gaze to Medic.
"Well, we retreated. We lost the round." Medic explains. "And you fainted."
"Spy carried you back here. Never seen the bloke run so bloody fast before." Sniper adds, crossing his arms.
"...Jonah. Where... Where is he?" Scout tries to sit up, but Medic pushes him back down.
"You hit your head, Scout. You need rest." Medic avoids answering the question.
"No." Scout pushes Medic off. "Where's Jonah. Where is my damn brother?!"
"He... He died, mate." Sniper gives Scout a pitying look. "You... You were there when it happened."
The memories come back to Scout slowly, and his eyes widen.
You're the reason why it happened, Jeremy. Jonah'a voice haunts him. Scout doesn't say a word, but he can feel hot tears burning in his eyes and on his face. Sniper puts a hand on his back, and Medic steps away to lock the doors for privacy.
--
Jonah's funeral is private, with only family being there. But family is just Scout and Ma.
He's the last survivor out of all his brothers.
And he killed the only brother who had ever seemed to care about him. Ma seemed to know something about Scout's role in Jonah's death, but she said nothing about it. Just silently cried, sitting next to Scout, staring at the coffin.
Scout didn't shed a single tear. He just felt empty.
War has no sides, only victims. Scout had gotten pulled into the cycle of war and paid the price. No amount of compensation pay or time off would bring Jonah back.
And only Scout would know the truth about his death. It wasn't "suicide" like Medic had said it was.
--
Scout sits on the edge of his bed, staring out the window. It's been two weeks since Jonah died, and Scout hadn't been able to sleep since the funeral a few days ago. Standing with a sigh, he opens the desk drawer and reaches for his sketchbook when his hand brushes against something round.
A baseball. No. The baseball.
Take care, Jeremy. -Jonah
And finally, Scout finds himself crying.
screaming crying throwing up this is so good??? "War has no sides, only victims. Scout had gotten pulled into the cycle of war and paid the price. No amount of compensation pay or time off would bring Jonah back." Repetitive slaughter makes him numb, until he finally come to senses when he mistakenly murdered his dearest brother, this part is just tragic and heartbreaking...
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DS9 2x22 The Wire thoughts (I'm re-watching, so there may be future spoilers)
I'm so excited to watch this again!
I guess we don't know that Julian had the choice to "entertain one of his lady friends" the night before, but I certainly choose to believe he did, he wanted to finish Garak's book more :p
Garak's stammering in "Doctor, what do you think you're doing?" :3
"In my expert medical opinion, I'd say it's sick." XD
"Keiko would be proud of you." Hah - the thing is I can imagine the overly-excited Julian telling her about this at some point and her just sweetly saying "well done, I'm impressed" but in her teacher voice she uses for seven year olds
"It's not like you two are really friends." Julian is NOT being subtle here that at the very least he WANTS to be real friends 😅 this man and lying...
Okay and now he's stabbing the plant with the hypospray because he's so frustrated with not being able to help Garak
VERY dramatic entrance, doctor.
😬😂That looked suspiciously like Quark was miming giving Julian oomax while saying "maybe a late night session in a holosuite".
"Try not to yell at any more admirals for a while." "I wasn't yelling. I was just expressing my feelings. Loudly." Gotta love Sisko
Oh, his poor dejected face at the information recurring taking weeks :3
Love how Julian is called to take care of Garak - this isn't Dr Bashir being called, it's not a medical emergency. It's Julian being Garak's only known friend who's requested.
Is it just me or did Julian check Garak or when he said "We'll go to my quarters"?
That drink exchange was VERY smooth of Quark and Julian
"I routinely monitor all of Quark's subspace communications." "Is that legal?" XD
"I see your point"... That's actually the exact same phrase as altered!Julian uses in Dramatis Personae - only this time it's ihm agreeing to do something questionable with Odo, last time it was to do something reasonable with him.
" I hope you don't have one of those little bugs hidden in my quarters." "Should I?" What's the betting Julian's going to be paranoid about this for a few weeks?
Julian's "What?! *sigh*" after being told Garak had left the infirmary. Idk it gave me feels.
I'm here for his Angry Pacing
"Doctor, did anyone ever tell you that you are an infuriating pest" "Chief O'Brien all the time, and I don't pay any attention to him either." That answer came SO quickly, he didn't even have to think about it
"I'm a doctor. You're my patient. That's all I need to know" JULIAN I CANNOT WITH YOU
Ohh, his sad looking downness <3 <3
Endless endless compassion, I love you so much
"Right now I'm not concerned with what you did in the past. I'm simply not going to walk out of here and let you die. We need to turn that implant off and whatever withdrawal symptoms or side effects you may experience, I promise I'll help you through them." Is he really not in love with Garak?! Because this is some gay shit Julian Subatoi Bashir. GAY I tell you
"In that case I want to talk to him now. Wake him up." "I'll do no such thing." "Doctor, these are murder cases and Garak may be a suspect." "That may be so, but he's still my patient and I won't have him disturbed." I am WILD about calmly resolute Doctor Bashir
I love a sleepy Julian :3
Garak's manic speech is incredible. WHAT a performance. My word. I couldn't look away.
" I can't believe that I actually enjoyed ... staring into your smug, sanctimonious face." Staring into Julian's face sounds pretty gay to me, Garak. (Who wouldn't enjoy staring at it though?)
Ah yes, wrestling on the floor with your alien crush while he is out of his mind. Definitely never happened before in Trek. No parallels here to be drawn.........
"I don't want to hurt you." And presumably he actually could.
Julian whizzing through all the samples, brining one back having seen it for all of 2 seconds and immediately knowing which one to overlay it with. THAT SEEMS PRETTY GENETICALLY ENGINEERED TO ME. I swear I don't know how that crackpot retcon worked so well, but it DOES
"More than I deserve." Oooh, callback to earlier int he episode when he said "Has it ever occurred to you that I might be getting exactly what I deserve?" .... My HEART
"I've about given up on learning the truth from you, Garak."I The FONDNESS with which he SAYS this!
"We were closer than brothers...."Sons of Train" welp, that's the 'true' bit
Holding handsssss!!!
There's no way Sisko sanctioned this, right? Did Julian just steal the shuttle craft?!
Okay then, just beam into the house of someone you know to be extremely dangerous and start poking around?! Your curiosity, Julian, I swear...
*wide smile* "I always drink Tarkalian! ..." -suddenly realises that this is VERY personal information Tain has on him- "...Tea."
Did he just GIGGLE? *rewatches* Yep, it's definitely there - "Are all the Starfleet Lieutenants as brash as you are?" "I couldn't say - hehe - though I doubt it."
"I thought you were his friend." "I suppose I am." YES HE SAID IT that's the first step
"Information is your business." Julian you are bold as BRASS
"he'll never come home again" oof, knowing the double meaning of home as Cardassia and to Tain
The disappointment in Julian's face at the answer to his "Who was Elim?" question
Ohhh, that last conversation. Julian's so damn fond of him. That smile at the end. They ARE in love.
Well this was delightful. What a good episode. I had forgotten, and wasn't sure if it had just been hyped up. But no. Truly phenomenal. Thanks, DS9!
#ds9 the wire#ds9 2x22#julian bashir#garak#garashir#andi watches ds9#THEY'RE SO GAY THOUGH#DAYUM#WSB
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♡ DESCRIPTION : the status of your relationship has been up in the air for a while but now you have your answer.
♡ PAIRING : boyfriend!park jongseong x female reader
♡ WORD COUNT : 838
♡ AUTHOR’S NOTE: i enjoyed writing this one. hit the reblog, like, or comment. don't be shy!
“All right. Everyone did a great job today! A toast to the med students’ hard work and everyone who attended the medical school’s pub today! Cheers!” The student beside you makes a toast to liven up the mood. You raise your cup along with the other medical students in the restaurant before downing the shot in one go.
The bitter taste of soju makes you scowl but you accept another shot when the boy in front of you offers to pour you a drink. “I wanted to ask you, what’s your name?” he asks.
“I’m y/n.” you politely answer.
“Your name is as pretty as you look. Are you a freshman? What’s your major? Who invited you?” You’re actually not a freshman and definitely not a medical major. Before you get to answer, the one who invited you to the get together speaks up.
“Why do you have so many questions?” Jay challenges.
“Oh, you’re Jay’s friend.” The boy in front of you gets the hint and laughs in an awkward manner. “There’s hard liquor at that table.” He moves to the table across the room in an attempt to escape Jay’s glare. Another student replaces him in the seat in front of you when the girl sitting across from Jay suggests playing a game.
“Playing a game will liven up the mood, right?” She elbows the boy sitting next to her. “Yeah, let’s play a game. How about the Game of Truth?” He chimes in. You and Jay nod in agreement while he stands to pick up the empty soju bottle on the table. He sets it down on the table and gives it a spin.
All eyes are focused on the bottle and the girl in front of Jay takes the opportunity to “accidentally” drop her fork on the ground. Both you and Jay fall for the distraction, not noticing the boy stopping the bottle and pointing it directly at her. “Goodness, it’s Jihui. Okay, pay attention. I’ll ask a question.” he calls out.
“There’s someone I like here. Yes or no?” he asks. The girl named Jihui glances at Jay in front of her but hesitates to answer. “Say it! Say it!” The boy chants, encouraging her to finally reveal her crush. Jay notices her stare and comes to the realization of an impending confession from the girl.
“y/n. Help me.” He leans over and whispers in your ear. One look at Jihui and you too finally understand what’s going on.
“Well, I like … Park -”
“Ouch!” The confession is cut short when you suddenly stand up, hands clutching your stomach. “I have a sudden stomach ache.” you cry out. Jay snorts at your terrible but cute acting. He stands up, taking this as your cue to leave. “My girlfriend isn’t feeling well. We’ll get going.”
You both exit the restaurant and begin making your way home hand in hand. A feeling of happy confusion had settled over you since Jay made that very public declaration due to the fact that you guys have never defined your relationship. You had confessed to him a while back and although it took a while for him to reciprocate the feelings, you guys were now definitely more than just friends.
Friends don’t hold each other's hands. Friends don’t cuddle in bed. Friends don’t feed each other at every meal. Friends don’t kiss each other. Ok, you aren’t so sure if that kiss actually happened or if it was a dream. But nevertheless, you were in a dilemma as to where you stood with Jay.
“Jay, I have a question. Earlier, by any chance, did you really just call me your girlfriend?” you ask. “I mean, I’m not sure if I heard it right.” Jay stops walking to face you, hand still holding tightly to yours.
“I did.” he says with a smile on his pretty face. You let out a surprised gasp and you can’t control the smile that forms on your lips.
“Since when? Since when was I your girlfriend?” He chuckles at your cuteness. “Since we kissed, dummy.” You think back to the foggy memory which you had mistaken for a dream. Ah, now you remember.
You remember walking home together as usual after having drinks with a group of friends. You remember standing face to face along the path. You remember Jay placing his hands on either side of your face and pulling you in. You remember his soft lips touching yours. You remember closing your eyes thinking your fantasy was finally coming true.
Recalling the kiss makes you all giddy and you bring your hands up to your face to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks. You look back up at Jay when you finally break out of your recollection. “Jay! My boyfriend!” you exclaim as you reach out to hug him.
“y/n, my lovely girlfriend.” He wraps his arms around your waist. Finally, the questions that have been flooding your mind recently have been silenced. The answer was in your arms.
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What took you so long?
18+ MDNI!
Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Woman!Reader
Summary: You and Miguel hated each other's guts, always arguing and bickering even over the smallest things. However, one day, you find him injured and offer to help him, opening up new things.
WAR: None. Just enemies to lovers and some kissing, I guess, sexual tension, and reader in this story doesn't know Spanish.
(I do not know Spanish, so if I make a mistake, please correct me, I do not mind).
You had come back from a mission a few moments ago and was heading over to Miguel's office to hand in the file.
However…
You weren't happy. You and Miguel didn't like each other as much, always bickering about the littlest things, causing an argument almost every day that even other Spider's in the Spider-Society got used to the sounds of arguing coming from the office when they walked past.
The both of you irritated each other, and Miguel never wanted to admit that he was wrong, which made you even more irritated.
You're only dropping off a file. That's it. Just drop it off and leave. That's what you said in your head before opening his office doors, letting yourself inside.
"Miguel!" You called out, searching for him, but he seemed nowhere to be found. "Miguel?"
Suddenly, a portal opened up to reveal Miguel walking out with a groan. He straightened himself and revealed some blood trailing down the side of his face and one of his arms wrapped around his waist.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He questioned, out of breath.
"And what the hell happened to you?" You crossed your arms and eyed him, but concern lingered inside of you.
Miguel rolled his eyes at you as he closed the portal, not paying much attention. "Get out, I need to do some work."
"But—" Before you could speak, he interrupted you.
"What is it now?" He snapped at you, but suddenly he groaned in pain.
Miguel hunched over and nearly fell forward. You went over and caught him before he could, holding himself up before sitting him down on the floor, making sure he was alright.
"You need to get those injuries healed." You narrow your eyes at him.
"I'm fine," Miguel protested. He tried getting up again but groaned out in pain. "Mierda!"
"No, you're not." You placed a hand on his shoulder and held him back. "Stay here. I'm going to find medical equipment."
You left for a quick moment before coming back with the med kit in her hands. You sat back down beside him and opened it.
"Where did you get hurt?" You ask, looking back at him.
Miguel eyed you, giving you a confused but painful look. Though, he said, "On the lower part of my abdomen." He looked away from you, clearly embarrassed that he needed some help for his injuries.
"Don't worry." You smile at him. "I won't tell anyone."
He was a little surprised by your words but scoffed lightly from it as he shook his head. "You sure? This would be a good way to get back at me."
"Don't give me ideas." You turned around to look at him for a split second with a smile plastered on your lips before going back to the bowl of warm water and towel, letting it soak it in.
"Usted tiene una bonita sonrisa." You have a beautiful smile.
"Hmm?" You held the towel in your hands as you turned to him.
"What?" He said.
"What?" You replied back, cocking a brow. "You said something—"
"I was saying something in Spanish." Miguel's eyes deathpan yours.
You placed the wet towel over the side of his face to clean up the blood. "I know, which is why I'm asking 'what' as in 'what did you say?'"
Miguel chuckled lightly from your comment.
He chuckled.
Miguel chuckled.
"Did you just... chuckle?" Your mouth was almost agape as you stared at him. You never heard or even made him chuckle before.
Miguel realized what he had done. "Congrats, querida. Maybe you did."
He gazed at you as you leaned in close to him to wipe away all the blood from his face. He held eye contact, not pulling away as you continued your work.
You caught this, and your eyes slightly widened from the scene as you pulled away, gulping. He watched your throat move from that action.
"Show me where it hurts," You say.
"What?" He cocked a brow at you.
You looked at him confused. "The part where you injured yourself...? Your lower abdomen?"
"Right." Miguel made a part of his spider suit disappear due to it being a hologram and showed the injury.
You examined it, seeing if the gash was deep, and thankfully, it wasn't. However, you couldn't help but roam your eyes around the lower part of his body, examining his muscles that flexed from his movements.
Miguel caught on to this. "Am I distracting you?"
"Hmm?" You hadn't really paid attention to what he said as you slowly looked back up again and saw the smirk on his face. "Oh—what—?" You felt your face heat up. "No. You pervert."
"Really? I'm the pervert when you are shamelessly looking—" you had caught him off.
"Alright, hush!" You exclaim, embarrassed. "Okay, I'll admit, I was looking—" You raised your hands in defense. "—but I stopped. Don't feel special."
"Está bien, no me importa," Miguel muttered quietly, holding eye contact with her. It's okay, I don't mind.
"What?" You raised a brow.
"What?" He shrugged.
"Are you cursing me out?" You say.
Miguel simply shook his head. "No."
You didn't believe him. "Oh, really?" You placed the towel on his lower abdomen, putting down pressure that made him groan out loud in pain.
"¡Deja de hacer eso!" Miguel squinted his eyes as he looked at the towel placed on his abdomen, the pain stinging him. "For damn sake, I wasn't cussing you out!" Cut that out!
You realized you were hurting him too much and pulled the towel away. "Oh, jesus. I'm sorry, Miguel. I didn't realize—" He raised his hands up towards you to make you stop talking, and you did.
Instead of chatting more, you cleaned up the blood around Miguel's wound and got a cotton pad, dipping it in alcohol to disinfect.
Your hands hovered above the wound before placing it on his skin. "This is gonna sting," you said.
The cotton made contact with his skin, and Miguel hisses out in pain, leaning his head back in the process, clenching his teeth together, showing his visible fangs.
And it was a sight to be hold.
"Sorry," you mumbled, looking away from him but taking a glimpse now and then.
Miguel grabbed your wrist, pulling away the cotton from his skin. "That's enough," he groaned.
You looked down at his hand holding onto your wrist, and a knot grew in your stomach. You felt the warmth of him, knowing his entire body was hot and somehow... it excited you.
"Alright." You pulled your hands away and exhaled, letting his hand fall to the side as you went and grabbed a bandage, ignoring the thoughts that poured in your head.
Miguel sat up as much as he could, but it hurt. As he did, you began wrapping the bandages around him, having to lean over his body and touching his skin.
He watched the whole thing. From your body leaning in close over him to tie the bandage around him, feeling your breath on him and your touch that sent flames to him.
You caught him staring at you, not even midway done. "Is there something on my face?"
Your eyes glistened, and Miguel noticed. "Don't look at me like that."
"Like... what?" Your face heated up as you stopped your movements. You looked at his eyes, his lips, and then back to his eyes.
"Like that," Miguel whispered, leaning forward.
Suddenly, his lips were on yours.
He held your chin with his fingers as he kissed you with passion, as if he wanted this for so long. He pulled away and looked at you.
"I've wanted to do that for a while, you know?" A grin was on his lips.
"Then what took you so long?" You grinned back before pulling him into another kiss.
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Shattered Glass (Unreality Au)
Content warnings: blood, implied physically harming another person, semi-graphic death scene, verbal and emotional abuse and manipulation, subtly implied self harm.
Word count: 1,188
[This one shot was based off of a Goretober/Angstober prompt: Shattered Glass]
Scout's Brother never liked her....
He was very avoidant and dismissive around her. He would get annoyed easily and snap at her for anything he found to be annoying or bothersome. He was angry, all the time, worse than Riley's anger when she had a bad day. he would call her names and belittle her whenever he saw her. Whenever she did anything.
It was clear to Scout that her brother did not like her and wanted nothing to do with her. So she would simply avoid him. Deciding that if he wanted to talk to her, he would come to her himself.
And one day it happened.
her brother came up to her one day while she was watching the old TV that Riley had allowed her to keep after she found it. He had a calm smile on his face. He never smiled around her. It was almost...unnerving to witness.
He told Scout that he wanted to surprise Riley. Today was her birthday, and he wanted to make it special. Which confused Scout. Her brother hated Riley. He couldn't care less about anyone's birthday either. Her ninth birthday was just last month and he didn't want anything to do with her. So why did he change all of a sudden?
Regardless of how odd it was, she decided to help. Even if she was hesitant, he never asked for help, so she wasn't going to just turn him away.
Her brother told her that he was planning a small party for her, and she needed to be completely distracted so she wouldn't find out.
"that's why I need you" He said. "She cares about you way more than she really should"
That was always his argument
"She cares about both of us, she's just overprotective of me.."
"Whatever you say, number one"
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Don't worry about it, this isn't about you anyways."
"...okay...what do you want me to do? How do I distract her?"
"Don't worry, I know what will cause a big enough disturbance that will take up all of her attention. I'm going to help you by setting the bait"
He smiled, holding his hand out"
"just give me your hand..."
........
"Are you SURE that's what happened?"
Riley hadn't been doing anything too important. She was sitting at her private desk reading some sort of newspaper, catching up on the outside worlds scientific discoveries, when her daughter came in. She was sniffling, holding onto her arm. Blood was dripping down onto her shirt and onto the floor. there was a long and decent sized cut going over her elbow.
Riley immediately rushed her to the medical section of her lab and sat her down. She then began to clean, stich and bandage the wound.
"Y....yes... yeah. I was running, but I wasn't paying attention... and then I tripped and fell on some glass and it got stuck in my arm, I pulled it out but it left a scar.."
"Uh huh, Okay."
She finished bandaging the injury, but she didn't move from her spot.
"I know you're lying to me"
Of course she did. But Scout wasn't supposed to let her find that out. "I'm not..it was just an accident-"
"Scout, there's no way this was an accident. The cut is a perfect straight line, there was no stuffing removed or anything, it looks like someone cut you"
Scout went silent. Riley sighed and gently held her daughters hands.
"What happened?"
.............
As it turned out, Scouts brother lied about everything.
Riley's birthday was back in October, she and her siblings all had the same birthday. October thirty first, and it was currently the sixth of January.
Riley was absolutely LIVID. And rightfully so. Her son just slashed her daughters arm, just to use her as a distraction. And she needed to find him, now.
She took Scout with her as she began searching for her son. Why did he dare to hurt Scout to distract her? Why was he trying to distract her in the first place?
A loud crack caught her attention. She rushed towards what sounded like the source of the noise...and there he was. Slamming a chair into the window.
"Axe"
"Mom" Axe hissed, taking another swing at the already cracking window. Scout flinched and covered her ears upon hearing the awful sound of glass breaking. The warehouse windows were rather strong, but they weren't invincible... if broke, they would lead to outside...
Was he trying to escape?
Riley had a rule in place when it came to outside. Neither of the two were allowed to go out. Not until they were thirteen, then she would go with them. her brother was four months away from being able to go outside. Why was he trying to escape like this? Was there another reason? Was it Riley? Was it the warehouse conditions? Was it...her?
Scout didn't attempt to question him and his reasoning. Riley and her brother were now fighting. yelling. shouting over one another. Riley yelling at her son for hurting his sister and Axe yelling at both Riley and Scout.
They kept shouting, as Riley tried to take the folded metal chair away from him...but when she got close Axe raised the chair above his own head...and slammed it down on hers.
Riley fell to the ground and stopped moving. Trembling, Scout knelt down beside her, leaning her head against her chest. Her heart was still beating, and she was still breathing...but she was unconscious and her head was bleeding. But she was still alive.
She glared up at her brother. "You almost KILLED HER!" she snarled, her ears standing up on end.
Her brother raised the chair again, ready to swing once more. He returned the glare. His eyes were cold and full of hate.
"You should have stayed dead"
He swung the chair, and the window finally broke. Shattered glass was thrown everywhere. Scout covered her face with her hands as glass hit, scratching into her palms.
When it was safe, she ran over to the window and looked out of the damaged remains. Watching as her brother ran through the snow. Watching as he ran...and ran...
She watched as he ran right into death itself. And she watched in horror, as death tore her brother to shreds
she watched it devour him while he was still alive.
..................
"So...that's what happened to your brother, then?"
"Yeah..its a messy story, I know. But that's how I remember it..I watched something horrifying tear him apart...it came out of nowhere and fucking ate him. I told Riley everything that happened after she recovered. She says its not my fault, but I just....I don't know."
"I'm sorry to hear that. He was not a good brother to you, but you still seemed to care a lot about him"
"yeah..I used to. But he was an asshole..He's dead anyways."
Scout sighed, running her hands over her bandaged arms.
"it's not like anything he said stuck to me that badly anyways."
[thank you for reading!! My work is also on SquidgeWorld (Crying_God_tm) and Wattpad (judgment23)]
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