#i get panic attacks from going to the doctors AND i faint when i see blood or pain or syringes or wounds. so this was not nice

[diaryofanidiot]

The Experiments

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Chapter list: Prologue, 1, <2> ,3 ,4 ,5

Cw: Swearing; torture; blood; medical experiments; panic attacks; malnourishment

Summary: For over a year, Y/N was held in a soviet experimentation facility. Forced to fight and claw her way to live, she managed to stay alive. When the 141 rescues her, they get way more intel than bargained for.

Chapter Two

The blades of the evac chopper beat against my ears painfully as I was escorted into it. A headset was placed over my ears to muffle the sound as I looked up to see Soap faintly smiling down at me.

It wasn't connected to the other's comm sets so once they spoke during take off, I couldn't hear a thing. All I could do was wonder if I really trusted these people. I glanced to Ghost as I did, a faint sense of faith settling in my gut. Him rescuing me from that hellhole was enough for that primal connection to click in my brain.

Yes. If I could trust him, I could trust them. They all seemed close anyway. Hard won battles sealing their connection to each other.

The next few hours were agonizing as the chopper landed, and I was brought on to the compound. From ID photos to a full body scan for any tracking devices on my person; it seemed they weren't taking any risks with me.

Gaz and Soap would often give me a sympathetic glance as I was pushed around to each check-in task in a wheel chair as I was still too weak to walk fully.

"We're gonna have you looked at in the med bay, then we will need you to recount some info for us. That alright with you?" Asked Gaz. I nodded, appreciative that he made it seem like I even had a choice.

I sighed heavily, ready for it all to be over. The adrenaline had worn off just enough to make me realize how sleep deprived I really was.

Machines beeped, and faint chatter could be heard throughout the medical building of the compound. I underestimated how stressful the environment would be. My fingernails dug into the arms of the wheelchair as Gaz steered it.

Soap was beside me, Price and Ghost having left to recount the mission and write a report of some sorts, he seemed to notice my fear.

"None's gonna hurt ya, Lass." He assured me as I was wheeled over to a hospital cot. Him and Gaz lifted me onto it as I looked around wide eyed.

"No.." I coughed out, my voice raspy and once again dry. "No.. Doctors..." I strained, trying to move. They both held me in place, Gaz giving me a stern look.

"They're just going to look over your injuries. We will be right here the entire time." He tried to assure me.

I shook my head rapidly. Ghost... I wanted Ghost here. I didn't have time to wonder why my thoughts went to him, I just needed to get free. I struggled against their hold as a woman in a clean white coat pulled back the curtain around my cot.

My breathing grew heavy and the room seemed to spin. My nails dug small crescents into my palms as I tried frantically to break free. I heard voices and felt a hand on my back but the sounds felt like they were underwater.

I saw a white lab coat flash in front of my vision and I bared my fangs, my lips trembling fearfully.

Danger?

Gotta run...

Can't run.

Fight?

No... yes. Fuck

Fuckfuckfuck

I felt a sharp prick in my neck and turned my head rapidly, biting towards the hand near my face. I heard someone hiss in pain as my teeth broke flesh.

My hair was grabbed, along with my jaw, until I released my hold. My vision blurred and muscles twitched as I struggled.

It all went dark after that.

My dreams melted with reality as I woke and tried to shift in bed. A frown appeared on my lips as I realized I couldn't move my limbs. Fuck.

My eyes flew open as I tried to sit up, the restraints clanging against the metal bars of the cot.

"Easy." My attention flew toward the source of the voice to see none other than Ghost sitting beside me.

I gave him a quizzical "what the fuck" look and his eyes focused on mine sternly through the mask.

"You had a panic attack. Flew off the handle. Hence, the restraints." He sat back in the chair, never once taking his eyes away from me. "Those fangs of yours can really do some damage. Gaz won't be able to throw a good punch with that hand for bout a week."

I swallowed thickly, realizing what I did as he spoke. A faint leftover metallic taste of blood lingered in my mouth. I looked down with guilt.

"Nobody blames you." He huffed. "Hell, not even Gaz. Traumas a bitch."

He paused before continuing. "They had to sedate and restrain you for your safety. Once you're cleared, they can be removed."

I thew my head back with a sigh. I couldn't lie. It genuinely sucked to be moved from one set of restraints to another.

"Look at me."

I turned my head.

"I'm gonna bring the doctor back in here. She's friendlier than I am, promise. Think you can manage?"

I bit my lip in contemplation, my fangs drawing a small dab of blood from my lip as I did.

"Don't worry. I'm staying here."

I took a deep breath and nodded before Ghost peered out the curtain. "She's ready." I heard him say.

There was some shuffling before the doctor walked in. Her eyes showed no fear as if she were used to similar reactions like mine.

"My name is Harriet." She began, holding a clipboard to her chest. "I'm the doctor that's been assigned to you. We did a small checkup while you were sedated, I hope that's okay."

I nodded slowly, trying to keep my breaths steady.

"The Lieutenant informed me on where you came from, so I understand your anxiety around me. You've been put on an IV for the time being to replenish your nutrients until we can be sure you can handle an actual meal."

It was then I noticed the needle in my arm. I frowned at it, but the sight didn't bother me as much as this place. Ghost seemed to be keeping an eye on me, likely to ensure any more freak outs didn't ensue.

"I need to take a look at your throat real quick, do you mind?" She approached me calmly. I flinched but eventually agreed, opening my mouth in response. I watched as she shined a light down my throat, a compressor holding down my tongue.

She scribbled something on her clipboard. "I've been informed on your... alterations. Do you have any other abilities we need to be aware of?"

I thought for a moment and nodded my head slowly, holding up a single finger. She pursed her lips and grabbed a pen and paper.

"You can write, I assume?" She made a motion toward Ghist who unlocked my right arm, leaving the rest of the restraints on.

"Easy, girl. Behave." He said. It seemed like a slight hint of a joke. I took the pen and wrote sloppily on the paper.

Echolocation.

Her eyes widened slightly as she read. "I'm assuming this relates to your altered vocal chords?"

I nodded, averting my gaze to the white flooring.

"Well." She clicked her tongue, putting the clipboard back to her chest. "The good news is that with time, your ability to speak should clear up. It's mostly from dehydration and lack of use; the former being taken care of via IV. You have several infected cuts and a slight fever, along with those infected raw spots on your neck, but those will heal up just fine as well."

I took a breath of relief.

"With enough physical therapy, you should be able to walk just fine. Now the bad news.... we can't reverse the changes made to your vocal chords. If you like, the fangs can be dulled by a dentist, but that one is entirely your choice as neither alterations threaten your livelihood."

As I frowned in thought, Ghost stopped me. "You can decide that later."

I looked back to the doctor who gave me a small sympathetic smile. "One last thing, then I'll let you get some more rest. Do you remember your name? It isn't on the file that was brought with you."

I watched as I was given the pen once more. I closed my eyes and dug through my memory, searching for any remnants of who I was over a year prior.

A woman's voice echoed through my head. No, not a woman. A mother. My mother. She called out to me in agony.

My breath quickened as the memory played like hazy snapshots. Her hand grasping at my shirt. Being dragged away. Her hold on me failing. A gun to her head.

Everything was blurry. Everything was muffled.

Except...

I took the pen and wrote a name on the paper. The same name that echoed through my mind over and over.

A scalding tear fell down my cheek as the doctor nodded.

"It's nice to meet you, (y/n)."

A/n: sorry bout the tendons in your hand, Gaz. 🫡 had to be done.

I'm sorry this one is so short but I was fairly busy today. I'll make it up with the next one, promise ^-^

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

The good, the bad and the loopy

PAIRING | Husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.1K

SUMMARY | You and Chris have been married for a few years but can't seem to start your lifelong dream of having a family. When you go to the doctor's office to find out what's going on, you hear the news no person ever wants to hear: You can't get pregnant. This news hits you hard, but you have your fantastic husband by your side to help you through this in every way you need.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Talk about infertility, fainting/collapsing, mentions of a panic attack, swearing, Reader is a bit loopy from a head injury and medicine.

A/N | This has been requested by @cevansbaby-dove and dedicated to @cutedisneygrl for the tough time they're going through. I am extremely honored to be asked to write such a thoughtful piece like this, and I wish everyone who goes through this all the strength they need to come out stronger on the other side! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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You are at the doctor's office for your umpteenth appointment to discover what's happening with your body. Or Chris'. Either way, something's going on, and you are desperate to find out what because the two of you haven't been able to get pregnant yet.

It has been nearly four years since you and Chris got married, and your wish to start a family of your own has only grown stronger this entire time.

''Are you okay, Pumpkin?'' Chris asks, and that's when you're pulled from your thoughts; you zoned out after the doctor said 'infertile' because you couldn't bring yourself to anything else he said.

''I- I'm not, sorry. I have to go,'' you say as tears well up in your eyes, and you run out of the room and quickly outside, needing fresh air in your lungs. Your mind is going into overdrive, and it's all too much, so you collapse as soon as you set foot outside.

Those past few years are catching up with you, and Chris is right behind you but not fast enough, so you fall on the ground and hit your head hard.

''Fuck!'' he curses loudly as he sees you fall to the ground, and within no time, he's by your side.

''Pumpkin? Please say something,'' he says, trying to see if you're conscious, but you made a pretty nasty fall, and a few nurses are coming to your rescue, and a doctor from the ER of the hospital.

''What happened?'' the doctor asks, and Chris is panicking because you're not responding, and he can't do anything, making him feel useless right now.

''Sir? Can you tell me what happened?'' the doctor tried again, and he snapped out of it.

''We had an appointment, and she got the news that she's infertile, so she ran outside, and the last thing I know is that she collapsed and hit her head… Please tell me you're doing everything possible to save her; I can't lose her!'' Chris says, panic taking over again at the thought of what you're going through.

''Alright, we'll take her inside and care for her. You can wait in the waiting area of the ER while we're checking her out, and as soon as you can see her, a nurse will get you,'' the man said again, and Chris agreed.

While seated in the waiting room, he fixed his gaze on the door you had been wheeled through. The second those doors opened, and you were back, he was by your side again.

You're awake but still loopy from the fall, but he didn't mind. All Chris needed to know is if you're okay.

''Hi, Pumpkin,'' he says as he's sitting by your bed again, and the doctor left the two of you alone for now.

''I like you. Do you have a girlfriend?'' you ask him, with a goofy smile as if he is the most beautiful thing on this earth, and honestly, he is to you.

''I have a wife, actually,'' he says. ''She's the most thoughtful, amazing, caring, sweet, and loving person I know. And she makes the best cookies I've ever tasted.''

''Oh, I like chocolate chip cookies! And I like you. Maybe you need to leave her and come home with me; I make better cookies,'' you say, and Chris can't help but laugh at your comments, knowing you won't remember any of this later on.

''Hm, I don't know. My wife is perfect already, so I don't think I can leave her. But I can settle for a kiss if you'll have me,'' he offers, and your eyes widen.

''Don't tell her, okay? It's our little secret,'' you say, and Chris smiles at your loopiness right now.

''It's our secret, I promise,'' he says, placing two fingers under your chin to lift it a little while he leans down to you. When your lips touch, your heartbeat rises quickly, and the monitor goes wild, making you laugh at the kiss.

''See? I told you I like you,'' you say when he breaks the kiss.

''It's a good thing that I like you too, but this will always be our secret, okay?'' he asks, and you agree softly. You're getting sleepy, and Chris lets you rest for a while, ensuring you strengthen enough to go home in a few days.

When it's finally time to go home, Chris is there to pick you up after leaving for a few hours to get the house for you to come home. He also made you a little care package to welcome you home.

He got a basket to use for your blankets once it's empty, a new thick blanket to add to your growing collection, flannel pajamas with flamingos on them, two pairs of fuzzy socks, your favorite tea, three books from your Amazon wishlist, a new Starbucks tumbler, and a gift card to go along with it for when you're all better.

''Hey there, Pumpkin!'' he says when he's coming to pick you up, and you cheer up when you hear Chris' voice, and the nurse immediately notices the change in demeanor.

''So, you're the husband I've been hearing about all this time?'' she says with a knowing smile, and he nods.

''The one and only!'' he says as he walks into the room, giving you a soft kiss on your head.

''I got you a care package when you're home, so you can just relax and enjoy that for the time being,'' he says, and your interest is immediately piqued.

''Did I get new pajamas?'' you ask, and when he nods, you get a smile from ear to ear.

''He always gets me pajamas when I've been in the hospital for a few days,'' you tell the nurse, who can't do anything other than laugh at your comment.

''Well, you shouldn't end up here too often in that case; otherwise, he runs out of pajamas to buy for you!'' she jokes, and when she finishes checking you over, you're released and ready to go home.

''Alright, let's get you out of here so you can relax for a while,'' Chris says, and he helps you up and out of the hospital.

''Thank you for being by my side through all of this. I'm so sorry this happened,'' you sigh when you sit in the car, and Chris takes your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly.

''None of this is your fault, Pumpkin. Please, don't ever say that again because there is nothing to apologize for. I love you so much; I can't even explain how much. With you by my side, I'm the happiest I've ever been, and we can figure out the next steps when we're ready. Right now, it's you, me, and Dodger, which is more than I ever thought I would ever have. Never forget that,'' he says, and the tears are welling up in your eyes again.

''I love you too, Chris. More than you'll ever know,'' you say, lifting his hand to your lips and kissing his knuckles before looking out the window and just thinking about nothing for a while.

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[chiharuuu22]

Whumpee is completely different. What happened to him left him with deep trauma.

Maybe Whumpee lost weight, either just a few pounds or even drastically.

Due to the trauma he experienced, Whumpee may lose his ability to speak for some time. He will have difficulty expressing what he is thinking. Whumpee only relies on paper and pen or perhaps simple signs.

Whumpee is definitely scared of some things. It could be a dark room, a loud sound, a crowd of people, or some particular object that will remind him of Whumper.

Over time, Whumpee may lose his basic abilities for himself. Maybe he will have difficulty walking, so he will rely on a wheelchair or a cane, or he will need to be carried. Maybe his hands are unstable and always shaking, making it difficult to grip things. Maybe he has difficulty moving freely and needs help cleaning himself, changing bandages, or even changing clothes.

Whumpee may have difficulty eating solid foods, so during the recovery period he can only eat foods with a soft texture.

Maybe Whumpee doesn't want to be left alone and always wants company, even when he's safe. Not seeing Caretaker around will make him restless and uneasy.

Whumpee's memory may be partially lost, especially his memory of what he experienced. It took time for Whumpee to remember (and he had to), and it wasn't easy. It could be that Whumpee will become uncontrollable with fear because of the scary memories that are running through his head and he doesn't understand.

The sad thing is, maybe Whumpee doesn't remember his teammates and forgets himself. It's possible that he also forgot about the Caretaker or that he knows that the Caretaker is a Caretaker, but doesn't know who the Caretaker is (if you know what I mean).

Certainly, Whumpee's eyes looked empty. He sees, but does not reflect feelings. It was as if he was confused and didn't understand the world around him.

It's possible that Whumpee has become quieter than before. Just talk as needed.

Whumpee's smile also disappeared. Caretaker and the teammates try to return it.

Maybe Whumpee will be more attached to Caretaker like a child who always follows his mother.

Of course, Whumpee will feel comfortable with gentle touches during the recovery period. Hugs, caresses on the back, hair, or cheeks. In fact, holding the hand will make it comfortable.

Nightmares will probably be Whumpee's daily bread for some time. Waking up in the middle of the night screaming or crying—even when asleep during the day—he will suddenly wake up gasping for breath because of his nightmare.

Whumpee may also experience panic attacks. Either he's just scared and sweating a lot, nervous and frozen, short of breath, or even faints.

Whumpee will also feel pain from the wounds he gets. Maybe he also had a high fever because of the wound.

Apart from that, Whumpee also had to undergo a series of medical examinations, physical and mental therapy, and take medication.

Whumpee, who is usually active, will probably spend more time sleeping as if his energy is completely drained.

It's also possible that Whumpee won't leave the house because he's scared and will refuse to go to the doctor for a check-up.

Certainly, Whumpee will be frustrated with his condition, which has turned 180 degrees from before.

Whumpee will probably feel useless because of how weak he is now.

All Whumpee wants is to return to normal as before. As soon as possible.

Anything you want to add?

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[candycandy00]

Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 6

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

Vartan nearly knocked you over as he stumbled inside, holding onto the wall as he made his way through your kitchen and to the living room, where he fell onto the couch.

You closed and locked the door behind him, then hurried over to the couch.

"What are you doing here?"

He looked up at you, and for first time you could see a hint of annoyance on his face. It was both frightening and comical. "They asked me to leave the base. So I came here."

"They threw you out?"

He laid back on the couch, making himself a bit more comfortable, though every move still seemed painful. "Yes, that is basically true."

You were holding your forehead. This was ridiculous. If the neighbors happened to see Vartan on his way in, the whole building would be in a state of panic.

He glanced to the side. "You do not have a television?"

You frowned. "No, I'm not that rich. And besides, I don't even like watching movies. Wait, why did you come to my apartment? For that matter how did you know where I live?"

"I followed you home. And you are the only human I know."

You couldn't help but feel a little bit special upon hearing that. How many girls in the city could say a half-breed knew them well enough to crash at their place? But you tossed the thought out of your mind. "You know Terrian too. He has a really big house."

"But you are the one I followed," he said simply, as if that explained everything.

You sighed. "Alright, you can stay as long as you need to, but please don't go walking around in the hallway or anything. The other people in the building might have heart attacks if they spot you."

Vartan nodded.

"And," you said carefully, "there's one more condition to staying here."

He looked you in the eyes again. "What is it?"

You felt a little scared. You just couldn't get beyond the fact that you were talking to a half-breed. You took a deep breath. "You can't punish anyone while you're staying with me. No matter what."

He raised his eyebrows, and you flinched, as if expecting him to jump up and decapitate you. "And what will you do if I punish anyone?"

You hesitated for a moment, then built up your courage and said "I'll throw you out!"

Vartan stared at you in response, and you could've sworn an extremely faint smile had tugged at his lips for an instant. "Very well," he said, "I will abide by your rules."

You blinked. A half-breed was agreeing to your rules? It was beyond bizarre. You shook your head and walked into the bedroom, where you pulled out an extra blanket and took one of the pillows from your own bed. You brought them to him, and he politely thanked you.

Once he was comfortable again, you waved to him and told him goodnight, going into your room to change into pajamas. You opened your door a crack and peeked into the living room, but it was too dark to make out anything more than a vague shape on the couch.

It was a very restless night, as you had trouble sleeping while knowing that a half-breed was lying in the next room. Your mind was going crazy, telling you that he was different, that he was kind to you and had gotten himself into trouble for your sake, but at the same time reminding you of how callously he had murdered Miranda's parents only a few days before. You couldn't decide whether he was a gentle boy or a barbaric monster.

In the end, you fell asleep just a few hours before sunrise, and so overslept terribly the next morning. What little sleep you got was plagued by nightmares, of your parents screaming, of following a tall, black-clad stranger in the snow. You don’t even remember what snow feels like, but in your dreams it was bitterly cold. 

You climbed out of bed and staggered into the kitchen. Vartan was at the table peeling an orange. His jacket was gone and, to your embarrassment, so were his pants. He wore boxer shorts, plain black cotton. He looked up when you entered the room. "Is it alright that I took an orange?"

You nodded, still a little disoriented. You were wearing a tank top and a pair of knit shorts. It was nothing scandalous, but you felt a little self-conscious so you held your arms over yourself and stepped toward the door.

"There is no need to be embarrassed," he said, biting into the peeled orange, "I have seen you in less."

You remembered your first time meeting him, in the clinic while you were in your underwear, and cringed. You had almost forgotten it. You turned around to face him. "Right, about that, I have another rule. You can't... um... do anything... to me."

He looked highly confused. "Do anything?"

"You know, what you half-breeds do to humans all the time. Um, how did that girl put it yesterday... 'enjoy'?"

Vartan obviously understood now, and you were more than a little embarrassed.

He took another bite of the orange. "I will do nothing to harm you."

You sighed in relief. "Great, I'm glad we cleared that up." You sat down at the table and grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit, biting into it without peeling it. "By the way, I wanted to thank you for what you did yesterday. You really saved us, Anna and I."

Vartan nodded without a word.

You watched him for a moment while chewing the apple. "I'm curious though, why did you do it?"

"I already explained. You saved me, I wanted to save you in return."

"But when you spared Miranda, I mean, the little girl a few nights ago, you said your debt had been repaid."

He was looking at the half-eaten orange in his hand. "I am... not on the best of terms with those three."

"Oh. I see. So going up against them wasn't exactly new?"

"Correct," he answered. "I have fought with them many times."

"Why?" you asked, the question slipping out of your mouth before you thought.

"I believe Celeste, the girl you met, harbors feelings for me that one half-breed should not have for another."

Your jaw dropped. "You mean she has a crush on you?!"

"Yes, I believe so. And the others, Aden and Marcel, harbor those feelings for her. As such, they despise me."

You laid the apple on the table, too intrigued to eat. "Wow, so they're jealous of you! But why would she attack you the way she did? Why would she allow them to?"

Vartan looked at you, surprised. "Why would she not?"

"Because she's in love with you, isn't she? You don't hurt people you love!"

"We do not understand the feelings of humans," he said. "If we somehow come to experience them, we do not know how to react to them."

You looked back down. "Oh," you said, then looked at him sharply. "But why don't the half-breeds get together? Why don't they ever date each other or get married or anything?”

Vartan looked positively shocked by your question, his expression even going beyond mere raised eyebrows to include wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "That is forbidden! We can never touch each other in that way!"

You were quite surprised yourself. "Why not?"

Vartan settled back into his usual expression. "I'm not sure. We've been told from the time we were children that we must never, ever mate with fellow half-breeds. Doing so would be punishable by death."

"Wow, that's a really harsh rule. But I guess that explains why you guys fool around with humans so much."

"Yes," he replied, eating his orange again and seeming strangely uncomfortable, "We were told to satisfy our physical desires with humans."

You placed your elbow on the table and leaned over, supporting your head with your arm. "But don't you guys ever want something more? More than just a physical thing? How do you get any pleasure from it when the human obviously doesn't want it?"

Vartan was focused intently on the orange, as if purposely avoiding your eyes. "We were told that humans are hormonal creatures who always desire physical pleasure. We were told that the humans wouldn't mind, that they would be happy to satisfy us, because we are pleasing to their eyes."

You wee positively amazed to be hearing all of this. Finally things were starting to make a little more sense. "But couldn't you figure out that humans didn't want to be used?"

Vartan suddenly stood up from the table. "Do you mind if I use your shower?"

You blinked, caught off-guard. "Oh, sure. There are some towels in the closet in the hall."

He stood up and pushed his chair in, then cleared the table of the small mess he had made with the orange. It really struck you that he was unbelievably polite. You wondered if half-breeds were raised to be that way, or if this was simply a personality trait for him.

You heard him open and then close the closet door, then listened as he walked a little further down the hall and into the bathroom. Then the water came on. You resumed eating while you waited, and he eventually emerged from the hall again, but this time he was without the boxers. You nearly choked on the apple, but stood up and quickly backed away, covering your eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Please put your clothes on!" you cried.

"Why? You have seen me nude before. Why are humans so bothered by such things?"

You slowly removed your hands from your eyes, but looked straight at his face. He looked genuinely curious. "Because things like this should be reserved for couples."

"Why?"

You thought for a moment, trying to come up with the best way to word it. "Well, it should be special, when two people who are in love see each other naked for the first time. Exposing yourself like that is like revealing your deepest secret."

Vartan's puzzled expression made you realize that you had indeed worded it wrong. "Wait, that didn't come out right. I mean, even with people who are not in love, you want to save that 'secret' for when you decide to become intimate."

"So, humans do not allow anyone to see them nude unless they are intimate?"

You rubbed your forehead again. "No, that's not exactly it. I mean, doctors see you naked, but that's for medical reasons. It's different. And when you're a kid and your parents see you naked, like when you're taking a bath. Or if you're spending the night with your best friend and you change clothes in the same bedroom, it's not a big deal. But, when it comes to someone you're attracted to, it makes you shy about it, so you only want to show yourself to them when you trust them to not be judgmental and..."

You trailed off, noticing that Vartan's look of confusion was gone and he was instead staring at you intently. "I see," he said, stepping into the living room. He returned a few seconds later, buttoning his pants. "I suppose I no longer have a secret to reveal."

"What?"

Again that faint smile seemed to flash across his face for the briefest of moments, but it disappeared just as quickly. "You're not going to the clinic today. Are you going anywhere else?"

"Terrian's house. He gave me a new job."

"What kind?"

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you really interested or are you making conversation?"

"I am interested."

"He wants Anna and I to be his new maids. I know he just wants to give us a reason to take money from him and come to his house, so we won't feel like we're robbing him, you know? But I hope he doesn't make us wear uniforms again."

"The white outfit you were wearing at the clinic, that was a uniform?" he asked. 

"Yeah. Terrian picks them out. I think he has a costume fetish or something."

"Does he not make you feel uncomfortable?"

You laughed. "We know he's just joking around. Yeah, he likes to see us in cute clothes, but he would never do anything inappropriate. In fact he's ridiculously protective of us."

"Yes, I saw that," Vartan replied. "He was quick to attack me when he thought I was doing you harm."

You laughed again, and in the back of your mind you wondered when you had reached the point that you could laugh with a half-breed. Your eyes drifted to the clock on the kitchen wall. "Oh crap, I'm really running late now. I better get ready."

You hurried to the hall, grabbed some towels, and took a quick shower. You dressed in the bathroom, having no desire to go prancing into your bedroom with nothing but a towel on while Vartan was there. He promised he wouldn't do anything, but you decided it wouldn't be a good idea to tempt a half-breed, despite the circumstances.

You fixed your hair and even dabbled on a little makeup and perfume, things you normally never bothered with. When finished, you looked in the mirror and asked yourself why you were trying so hard to look good. Was it because you wanted Vartan to find you attractive? But you had gone to such lengths to avoid attracting that sort of attention from him.

But what was wrong with it if you liked him?

You took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. You grabbed your bag from the counter in the kitchen and stepped into a pair of shoes by the door. You glanced into the living room, where Vartan was sitting quietly on the couch.

"Um, I'm leaving now. If you decide to go out, lock the door behind you. There's an extra key on the table by my bed so you can get back in. Remember not to let anyone see you in the building, okay?"

He looked up at you and nodded, then waved as you left.

You arrived several minutes later at Terrian's house. You usually visited in the evenings, after they closed the clinic, so seeing it in the daylight, under the red-tinged sun, made the huge house look a little scary. Now you understood why he often asked you and Anna to come live with him.

You walked up on the porch and rang the door bell. A few minutes later, you heard footsteps and the door suddenly flung open. There stood Anna, positively fuming, in a frilly french maid costume that was obviously bought for Halloween many years ago. You wanted to laugh, but then it occurred to you that you would probably be wearing that horrendous getup too. You grimaced.

"He's gone too far this time!" Anna said loudly, stomping her foot as she talked as if to emphasize every word. "Look at this! I look ridiculous!"

"It's not that bad. I mean, it's kinda cute."

"It's awful!" Anna cried.

You opened your mouth to respond, but heard Terrian's voice ring out from within the house. "Is she here? Send her on up to get her uniform!"

You paled. "Well, at least you won't look awful by yourself." You stepped inside and began climbing up the stairs, dreading what you would see when you reached the top.

Tag List:

@scrumptiouslampwobblercop

#alien x reader #alien x human #x reader #x reader stories #original x reader #original fiction #scifi x reader

[heartfeltcierra]

Marco X Reader Angst-Comfort

Warnings- Experimental abuse, mentions of needles and syringes, panic attacks and past trauma. Reader can transform into a rabbit.

Word Count- 3.5 K

Masterlist

 “Good morning Y/N, do you need help carrying that?” Ace gestured to the large box filled to the brim with paperwork and medical charts. 

 “I’ve got this. Thank you for offering.” You smile at him and continue your walk to a certain blonde's office. 

 “Oh I see.” You look back to see Ace smirking wildly. “You taking that to your man?” 

 “He isn’t my man! ” You shoot a scowl at the smirking man. You could feel heat rise to your cheeks. You wish you had never told the freckled faced man anything about your crush. Now all he does is tease you any chance he gets.

 “No not yet at least. You need to go ahead and tell him how you feel.” His tone turned slightly serious. “I speak for the entire crew when I say we are sick of seeing you follow him like a love sick puppy or I guess in your case rabbit.” He chuckled at his own joke. Classic Ace behavior. 

 “I’ll tell him when the time is right. I don’t want to ruin our friendship or our working relationship.” You wonder if there will ever really be a “right time”. 

 “There is no time like the present.” Ace gave you one of his comforting wide smiles. “Besides I have a good hunch he likes you a lot more than you think. You're his precious little Y/N after all.” Ace stuck his tongue out in a taunting way.

 “Shut it fire farce. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got to get going. Unlike you I actually work instead of flaking out on job duties.” You stick your tongue back out at him, causing a pout to form on his face.

 “Whatever. Anyways I guess I’ll let you “hop” to it.” He chuckled again at his own corny rabbit joke. You watch as Ace walks away. The jolly roger on his back flexed with every step. He was proud of it, and you were just as proud of the symbol. 

  (Flashback)

   Ever since you’ve joined the whitebeards you feel like you have the family you always wanted. Although you didn't exactly walk up and join the bunch, they more or less rescued you. When you were young your parents sold you off to a scientist for money, you spent most of your life being experimented on. The scientist planned on making a bio-engineered weapon to overthrow the world government by turning them into small weak creatures that could be controlled easily. He was almost successful. He was able to turn you into a rabbit after a few years, the only problem was you could change back into a human. Most of the time you could change at will. But sometimes it happened sporadically. He was frustrated at the fact. You’ll never forget the day he came and grabbed you from the small cage, the angry look in his eyes. He dragged you down a hallway until you were outside. The first time you had been outside in years. To your surprise you were on a ship of all things. He called you worthless, his failed experiment. Without a second look he threw you off the boat and into the dark sea below. The cold water had shocked your small body. You were never taught how to swim. 

 After struggling to stay above water, you were lucky enough to find a small piece of driftwood floating. It was your saving grace. At that moment you were glad to be in rabbit form, the wood would not hold up your human body weight. After a few days of floating at sea with no food or clean water along with the heat of the sun , you were so weak you could not move. The thought of dying scared you,  but then again maybe things would be better if you were dead. Maybe death will bring peace. You had accepted your fate, now it was just a waiting game. You could hear the sound of faint wings flapping.  All you remember after that was seeing blue wings of fire, big hands grabbing your frail rabbit body and a voice asking “Can we eat it?” Luckily Marco, the one who pulled you from the sea also protected you from becoming rabbit stew. The doctor took pity on you, he could tell you were on the verge of death and he had a soft spot for small animals. He took you to the infirmary immediately and started healing you. You were up and moving in no time. Marco would smile at your progress, not knowing the small creature in front of him was not just a rabbit. You tried hard to go back into your human form, but could not no matter how hard you tried. It was frustrating, you wanted to thank him for taking such good care of you. You also wanted to tell him your name was not “fuzzball”. 

  After a while you started getting used to being treated like a princess by the man.  He would hold you close to his warm chest as you took a nap.  He even made a small bed that sat on his work desk so could nap when he was busy. Every now and then he would caress your soft fur. His big warm hands had become your source of comfort and protection. It was unlike anything you have felt before. You have craved this feeling of safety for so long. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. One night Marco was finishing some paperwork while you watched. He placed the papers in his desk drawer and got up from the swivel chair. “It’s time for bed fuzzball.” He picked you up and cradled you in his strong arms. And just like that, poof, you were back human again. To make things worse you were as naked as the day you were born. You’ll never forget the look of utter shock Marco had on his face. He held you up for a few seconds before sitting your feet on the floor. He wrapped his purple jacket around you. And gave you a confused look. 

 “Thank you for taking care of me. And my name is not fuzzball, it’s Y/N!” You blurted out and  smiled up at the very confused Marco. He blinked at you a few times, processing what just occurred.

 “Duly noted. You stay here, I’ll go get you some clothes fuzz- I mean Y/N” Marco ran out of the room. He had seen some weird stuff before but you took the cake. He came back with clothes and gave you some privacy so you could change. 

 You gave him his purple jacked back and explained everything to him. The first thing he did was apologize to you for petting your fur saying “It was rude” but you assured him it was okay. He took you to meet pops and the rest of the crew.  After the initial shock and questions from the crew you explained everything to Whitebeard, after he heard you never had family he asked you to join. Without anywhere else to go, you said yes and now you're officially a pirate and a child of Whitebeard.

Pops noticed how comfortable you were around Marco, so he gave you the job as his assistant/ secretary. Marco was a busy man and you know that first hand from watching. You accepted his offer. Now you mainly forged his signature on paperwork and help take vitals when it's time  for the crew's check ups. It was a busy job, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Getting to work next to Marco everyday was the best thing to ever happen.

 (Flashback end)

 As crazy as it sounds, you were glad that twisted scientist had thrown you overboard. You would have never met Marco or the rest of the crew if he didn’t. Fate had a funny way of bringing people together. Your trip down memory lane came to an end as you approached the door to Marco’s office/exam room. You knocked gently.

 “Come in, yoi.” Marco’s voice called out. A smile found its way on your face. 

 “It’s just me, I got all the paperwork signed and organized.” He swiveled his body around to face you. He gave you the lazy smile he always does.  

 “Thank you Y/N, I appreciate your hard work.” He stood up, all 6’8 of him towering over you. He gently grabbed the box from your hands and laid it on his desk. “How are you feeling today?”

 “No problem, I’m always glad to help. And I’m doing okay. I have a little bit of a headache, but nothing too bad.” Marco gave you a concerned look. You know he worries a lot about you and rightfully so considering most of your life was spent being injected with who knows what. All the unknowns made you anxious. His hand came down to ruffle your hair, he must have noticed the unease you were feeling.

 “It's okay, you're okay. Would giving you a check up make you feel better?” You nod your head and sit down on the exam table. You would be lying if you said you're not nervous. You trust him fully, but being in a situation like this makes you remember things you want to forget. Marco went through a drawer and pulled out a thermometer and his stethoscope. He sat on his swivel chair and rolled over to you. “Breathe in and out normally.” You did as you were told as he moved the stethoscope over your back, listening to your lungs. “Your lungs sound normal.” He laid the stethoscope to the side and gave you a reassuring smile. 

 “Let me take your temperature and I’ll be done, yoi. Say ahh.” You open your mouth as he places the thermometer under your tongue. You hear a group of beeps meaning the reading was done. Marco had a concerned look on his face. “Your temp is 102. That is pretty high, I’m going to get you some meds to bring it down.”

 “Okay.”  You wait as Marco goes through cabinets searching for the medicine. Your eyes wander over to the small bed that is still on his desk. You still use it from time to time to take a nap. No one dares to bother you, especially with Marco around. He would beat anyone who tried to wake you up. Just last week he sent Ace flying because he was being too loud while you slept. Your heart swelled thinking about how protective he was. All the more reason you love him.

 “Here we go.” Marco’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. He turned to face you and what he held in his hand made you freeze. You could feel your heart rate pick up and heat rise to your face from the panic coursing through your body. He had a needle in his hand. “Are you okay Y/N?” Marco walked closer causing you to scooch back away from him. You could only stare at him in horror.

 “No please, not that.” Your voice cracked as tears spilled down your face. You kept looking at the needle and syringe in his hand. Flashbacks came crashing in, all the time you were tied down and injected with something, all the times you screamed bloody murder for it to stop. All the small scars that littered your arms. It was too much. Your body unwillingly transformed into your rabbit form. Your flight response kicked in and you bounced off  the exam table and straight out of Marcos office. You need to hide, you need to find a safe place. 

 “Y/N?” You passed a concerned voice, but you were going too fast to understand who it was. 

 You ran until you got to your bedroom door. You go through the small hole Ace had carved out for you due to you sometimes getting stuck in rabbit form. At a time like this you were thankful. Your instincts to find safety landed you under your bed. Going to the main back corner, you curled into a ball and as the world collapsed around you.

~~~~~

 “Hey Marco, do you know why Y/N was running?” Ace peaked his head into the door. 

 “Unfortunately it was my fault.” Marco held the syringe up to Ace.

 “What did you do?” Ace’s face went angry as he looked at the needle. 

 “She has a bad temperature and I was going to give her a shot to help bring it down. I should have known better. After what she’s been through I can understand why she is afraid of needles.” Marco stood up from his chair walking towards Ace.

 “I see. Well I’m relieved to know it wasn’t on purpose. If it was, I was going to kick your phoenix ass.” Ace shot Marco an intimidating look.

 “That’s some tough talk for someone who wanted to cook her up, yoi.” Marco retorted.

 “I didn’t know she was a human at that time! What you did was much worse, scaring the poor girl who loves you.” Ace slammed a hand over his mouth a little too late.

 “I know she does.”  He could tell considering you made your feelings painfully obvious. “And it’s a mutual feeling. But that's not important right now. Which way did she go?”  

 “She was going down that way, if I had a guess she went to her room.” Ace pointed down the hall.

 “Thanks, I’m going to go make this right.”

~~~~~~~~

 The same scene kept playing in your head. Your body tied up to monitors, the sound of a iv dripping. You could hear it. It felt so real. The sense of doom was suffocating. Your eyes open, you're surrounded by darkness. You wanted to move but you feel frozen in place. Your ears pick up the sound of footsteps approaching your room. They stepped closer and closer until they were still in front of your door. The doorknob shook as the door creaked open.

 “Y/N are you in here.” Marco’s voice softly called out. “I want to apologize.” You wanted to call out to him, but you can’t. The fear of the past had engulfed you.

 “I am so sorry. I should have taken your past into consideration. I didn't mean to scare you and I swear on my life I won’t ever make this mistake again.” His voice was riddled with guilt.  After a few moments of silence, he started to walk out of the room, he must have thought you weren't in the room. You look at the one of the wooden posts that hold your bed up. You decided to kick your fuzzy leg against it to make a “thud”.  

 “Y/N?” Marco got down on his knees and looked at your body curled up underneath the bed. His heart shatters seeing you all alone, shaking like a leaf in the wind. “Hey there sweet girl. Can you come out for me?”  Marco reached his hand out towards you. You hesitate for a moment, but you hop towards him until you sit in the palm of his hand. He pulls you out from underneath the bed and sits you on his lap. 

 “I really am sorry. I hope you can forgive me, yoi.” You look up at him and nod confirming you forgive him. You know he had good intentions. “I’m going to make that medicine in pill form for you. Do you feel comfortable going back to my office with me?” Again you nod your head. Marco stood up from the floor and held you close. The sound of his heartbeat was grounding you. He walks out of your room and shuts the door gently. 

 “It looks like you found the runaway rabbit.” Ace walked up and smacked Marco on the back. He looked down at your small form and gave you a small pat.

 “Yeah, we are heading back to my office, yoi.” Marco stepped back from Ace, as if he did not want him touching you. 

 “Dinner will be ready soon, don’t be late. Oh and Y/N, I have bad news. Thatch said we are out of carrots.” Ace gave you a fake sad face. Without hesitation you jumped from Marco’s arms and kicked Ace in the face with your little leg. He let out a small oww and you nestled back into Marco’s arms. “That was mean.” He came eye level with you.

 “You deserved it.” Marco brought you up on his shoulder so Ace couldn't get to you. “Well be there soon, I’m going to make her medicine first.” Ace nodded as you and Marco walked back towards his office.

 “I’m going to start grinding the meds, you focus on turning back human if you can.” Marco sat you down on his desk. He immediately started  rummaging  through different cabinets and drawers. Your body was calming down with each passing second. Marco had a theory as to why you turn into a rabbit spontaneously. He thinks it's something to do with stress levels. He told you to try to picture yourself in a happy place when you were stuck as a rabbit. It was funny, because being with him was your happy place. 

 “Ace told me something interesting.” Marco’s voice broke your thoughts. “He more or less told me how you felt towards me.” 

 You looked at Marco, who did not turn to face you. He continued rummaging through cabinets. You were going to beat Ace’s ass. 

 “You have definitely softened me up. Ever since you’ve been around the crew says I’m more “Gentle” on them. In all honesty you have me wrapped around your finger whether you realize it or not.” He started to mix together different ingredients while you sat still, listening to  his words. “I’ll never forget the time you wanted to go into town with me. I told you no, but you wasted no time turning into a rabbit and doing the little begging hands thing.” Your little trick ended up working. You and Marco went around the town collecting things for the ship. You didn’t exactly have money, but Marco insisted on getting anything you wanted. 

 “I guess what I’m trying to get at.” Marco turned around to face you. “I love you Y/N. I have for a while now, yoi.” He gave you a soft smile, one that melted your heart. So overcome with emotions, you jump off the desk and head straight towards Marco. Your body turned normal in the process, making you and him fall to the floor. 

 “Do you mean it?” You lift your body off of Marco’s, your eyes locked on his.

 “I do. Here, let me show you.” His arms wrap around your midsection, bringing your face down to his. His lips met yours in a soft kiss. You felt like you could float away if his hands were not holding you to him. “Was that enough, or do I need to convince you a little more?” 

 “I believe you.” You had tears coming from your eyes. Marco’s hand cupped your cheeks wiping them away. “I’m sorry I’m crying, I’m just really happy.”

 “It’s okay, sweetheart.” The sweet moment is destroyed by your stomach growling. Marco let out a laugh. “We better go get food before it’s gone.” He stood up, taking you up with him so your feet stood on the floor. “Take this before we go.” He poured you a glass of water before handing you the medicine. You gulped it down.

 “Thank you, I feel better already.” You smile up at the blond who has a pleased look on his face.

 “Good. Now we better get going before that glutton Ace eats all the good food.” You laugh at his statement. 

 “Maybe we will get lucky and he’ll be passed out before he could gobble it all up.” You wrap your arm around his as you head towards the deck. You could hear the crew's rowdy voices booming. Lucky enough you see plenty of food on the tables, and Ace was indeed passed out on his plate.

 “Well well well. It's about time you two got together.” Thatch looked at you and Marco. You hid your embarrassed face in his bicep. Some of the crew whistled out, while others cheered. 

 “Huh, did I fall asleep?” Ace raised his head up. A piece of corn was stuck up his nose. His eyes settle on you and Marco. A big smile formed on his face. “Good. My work as a wingman is done.” His head slammed back down on the plate. Everyone shrugged his action off and continued eating.

 You and Marco sat down next to whitebeard who gave you an approving smile.  

 “Do you want to sleep with me tonight?” Marco whispered in your ear. You nod your head. After dinner you escaped to Marco’s room. He carried your body as if it was weightless all the way there. He laid you gently on his bed and crawled beside you. 

 “I love you.” You say barely above a whisper as he pulls you close to him. The warmth from his body engulfed you. 

 “I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.” 

 End

#marco x reader #one piece x reader #one piece angst #one piece comfort #angst with a happy ending #one piece #marco the phoenix #ace is a menace #marco x chubby reader

[positivelyholland]

Maybe can you do a Hollandsister when she faints at school and she has to be picked up

Pairing: Tom holland x sister!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warnings: passing out, hospitals, not proofread

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tom was frantically running around his house like a mad person trying to find everything he needed so he could leave.

"Woah whats got you so stressed" harry teased as he walked into the kitchen where Tom had been digging for his car keys.

"Y/n's school just called" Tom talked as though he had absolutely no care for the conversation, as he was too stressed to even bother.

Harry's face dropped a little, although he still needed to know what was going on with his siblings.

"What's that supposed to mean?" his voice sounded a lot more serious compared to his previous statement.

"The school nurse called" Tom still was way too distracted by trying to get out the door than to talk to harry.

Harry became increasingly more worried at those words.

"Dude you need to calm down... now what's going on with y/n im starting to freak out almost as much as you are"

Although Harry was nervous, he felt like he needed to calm Tom down otherwise something bad was bound to happen.

"Y/n passed out in class. They can't wake her up. They're taking her to the ER. Mom and Dad didn't pick up either of their phones. Im her emergency contact. I need to be at the hospital asap for her." Tom said with short breaths.

Harry could see the signs of a beginning of a panic attack in Tom, and immediately dropped everything he was doing to help both of his siblings that needed him.

"How about you go get in the car and I'll drive us both there safely..." harry told Tom in hopes to calm him down.

Harry paused "she'll be okay Tom, she'll be just fine."

The usually 20 minute drive to the hospital was made in half the time, and Toms nerves for his sister had not calmed down almost at all.

Once they arrived, Harry dropped Tom off at the entrance before quickly finding a place to park. Tom practically sprinted into the hospital and to the front desk. He definitely received some judging glares while doing so, although he couldn't care less.

Once he found out what room you were in, he practically booked it there. As he approached the door, he let out a shaky breath before gently knocking.

The second Tom heard a weak "come in" that was very obviously your voice, he couldn't help but feel anything but relieved that you had woken up.

He opened the door to see you laying in a hospital bed with a bunch of tubes hooked up to you, and looking more pale than he had ever seen you. He swore he could hear his heart break at the sight of his baby sister like this.

"Oh y/n" was all he said before running to your side and engulfing you into a warm hug, one of which the two of you stayed in until you heard a knock at the door and a deep male voice that belonged to the doctor.

"Ah I see that you're doing better Ms Holland. And who might this be" the doctor gestured to Tom.

"I'm Tom, y/n's oldest brother and emergency contact" he explained.

"Well nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Dr Jones, and I come bearing good news" he joked.

Tom audibly sighed in relief at those few words.

Dr Jones continued "After performing numerous tests, we have found the cause of the fainting"

Tom straightened up in his seat as his anxiety of the unknown about his little sister returned.

The doctor noticed this. "Don't worry, it was nothing serious other than dehydration and a lack of certain nutrients. We're only gonna keep you here for a few more hours, and when we send you home we'll do so with some vitamins that you should be taking daily in order to prevent this from happening again..."

The doctor continued giving instructions to Tom, and as he finished explaining what exaclty had happened, the door swung open again to reveal an ever so worried Dom Holland, who seemed like she had gone through the exact same thing that Tom had when he first got the call.

Although their mother was probably 10 times more worried when she walked through the same door 5 minutes later.

#tom holland x sister!reader #positively holland #holland!sister #holland!reader #harry holland x reader #tom holland #sam holland x reader #holland family #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #holland!sister angst #hurt/comfort #paddy holland #tom holland sister

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @writingkitten, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @ghostlypie, @verysmolnerd (can’t tag don’t know why), @freddiefredfive

warnings: drinking, swearing, Otto has a slight panic attack and the actuators go a little crazy

running across campus, I clutched my bag to my shoulder. The flyer in my hand fluttered in the wind as I ran. One more class then I could go see Norman Osborn and his special guest talk about whatever it was they were going to talk about. A scream to my left made me pause. Turning my head slightly, I noticed an actuator turning slowly from person to person. The red light caught my eye as it focused on me. Slowly, the light changed color; going from red to pink to light blue. I looked past the actuator to find the man it would be attached to. Standing in the middle of the campus green, turning his head this way and that was Otto Octavius. As the actuator moved closer to me, his head snapped over. Reaching up slowly, I gently stroked the arm. The claw closed and I could hear a faint humming sound coming from the machinery, making me smile softly at it.

“I’m sorry.” Otto said as he walked over, causing the actuator to move away from me. “They get a little…overzealous when…well when my emotions get high.” I shrugged it off, smiling brightly at him.

“it’s alright.” I said. “I’m late for a class anyway. Might as well have a good excuse.” Otto nodded, his cheeks dusted pink as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“in that case, do you uh…” he cleared his throat and gently pushed an actuator out of the way as it tried to peer over his shoulder at me. “Do you have a phone I can borrow? Just for a minute. I need to call a friend to figure out where I’m supposed to go. See I’m…”

“you’re the special guest at the event with doctor Osborn!” I exclaimed, already digging into my pocket for my phone. I unlocked it after a few attempts. Holding it out to him as he nodded, I held up the flyer with my other hand. “I was hoping to go to that after the class!” Otto blushed deeper and smiled.

“I can highly recommend it. Norman has thought up some pretty interesting topics for this.” Otto said softly. “Mainly about physics but it could be beneficial even if that isn’t your major.” Our fingers brushed as he took my phone and typed in Norman Osborns number. He turned away from me and took a couple steps in the opposite direction but the actuators remained fixed on me.

One drew closer cautiously before closing its claw and gently nudging my arm. I gently pet it again, getting a look from Otto as the humming sound started again. I laughed as the other three actuators came over and surrounded me. Gentle nudges and a few claws clicking continued to make me laugh as they all fought for my attention. The light in the middle of the claw had gone white now as one wrapped around me fully. I looked around me as it did, arms up so they wouldn’t be trapped against my waist. “No. Down. Don’t…don’t do that.” Otto said sternly as he turned back to me to see exactly what the actuators had done. they pulled back almost bash fully and I gave one a quick pat as it passed by.

“sorry. I…” Otto shook his head at me and I blurted out before he could speak. “They act like kids.” Ottos eyes went wide and he nodded.

“they do. How…” he took a deep breath and gulped before trying again. “How much do you know about what happened to me? And Norman?” I smiled sadly at him.

“I was here in New York at the time. In high school.” I started. “Doctor Osborn tested some high grade super soldier serum on himself and went mad. Became the green goblin. When the fusion reactor…I had just started college. And you…” it was my turn to gulp. “The inhibitor chip was fried when you…so the AI…they…took…over.” I whispered. Otto nodded, his gaze downcast. “But you guys were cured. The details are hazy but you’re…better.” Otto nodded again. “So with a working inhibitor chip, how…why…children?” I stumbled, a quick look at the time on my phone told me I was better off just skipping my class. To prove my intent, I walked over to a bench and sat down with my backpack on the ground. Otto looked around at the deserted campus and sat down next to me, carefully keeping the actuators away from me.

“How much do you know about AI?” Otto countered. I shrugged, a small smile on my face.

“I know that one of the things we’d like it to do is learn. From mistakes and things we feed it. To better itself and improve.” Otto nodded. “But there’s also dangers and of course the overarching worry of people of a certain age that this will create skynet and lead us into the robot wars.” I laughed and Otto joined in.

“you aren’t wrong.” He smiled at me. “Are you in that age group?” I snickered.

“subtle way of asking my age doctor octavius.” I smirked at him as he slowly turned red. “When you don’t even know my name yet.” Otto stuttered and I bit my lip. “It’s (Y/N) by the way. And not really. I mean I’m old enough to have seen terminator but to buy into the idea that we really will create skynet, nah. That’s a little far fetched for me.”

“so…” Otto cleared his throat. “So since you understand the basics, you will get this part. When I made the AI to control the arms, I set it to basic parameters. To be controlled by my thoughts and my thoughts alone. When the chip was fried, the AI connected to my subconscious. The desire to finish what I had started. That if I did I would avenge my…Rosie…even though…” he broke off abruptly and I reached over to grab his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It tapped into baser instincts. And started to build a base line for the AI off that. With the new chip, it still has that base line but it also has my conscious and subconscious helping it tell the difference between right and wrong. What it should and shouldn’t do.” I nodded.

“but it still has a mind of its own.” I said. Otto nodded.

“exactly. So they explore. Meet new people.” He shot me a shy smile. “Try new things. And I can hear them. Not like it was but I can hear them in my head. Have conversations. They build up from the baseline to continue towards what they could and should become.” I nodded again.

“I’m not gonna lie. That’s pretty cool.” I smiled at him as one of the actuators finally got passed him and settled against my leg. I started to gently stroke it the same I would a dog. “Having those voices in your head…how do you tell them apart? Doesn’t it ever get to be…too much?” I asked. Otto shrugged.

“second question first. Sometimes. But they tend to know the limit and stop right before they cross it.” Otto watched me as I kept petting the arm. “I uh…I named them. They have distinct tones. In my head. And I named them. To…kind of differentiate who I was talking to.” My eyes lit up.

"Really?!" I exclaimed. Otto nodded. "Who is this?" I asked, pointing at the actuator in my lap.

“that’s moe.” Otto said. I smiled down at the actuator on my lap and then looked up at the other three. “This is flo.” Otto touched the one resting on his right shoulder. “This is Harry.” A vague gesture over his left shoulder. “And the one hiding behind me is Larry.” I nodded.

“hello.” I whispered to them. My phone going off broke us out of our little world.

“oh shit!” Otto exclaimed, standing up quickly and getting a mess of chatter from the actuators. “I’m late! I’m sorry. I have to go.” Otto started to head in the direction of the theater.

“oh!” I checked the time and realized that I should probably head to the presentation too. I started towards my dorm to drop off my backpack.

“(Y/N)!” Otto called as he rushed back over. I turned towards him with a smile. “Norman and I are going to a bar afterwards. It’s called the spot. Uh I’d…it would be…do…” Otto stumbled over his words. I gently reached out and grabbed his hand.

“I’d like to grab a drink with you.” I said softly. Otto sighed in relief and squeezed my hand back. “Good luck Otto! I’ll see you after!” Otto turned back and ran off to the theater. I headed back to my dorm and dropped off my bag before leaving again to grab a seat at the presentation. Making sure I sat front and center, I waved at Otto as he came out with Norman Osborn. He smiled at me and mow moved in a waving motion. I smiled back and paid attention to the best of my ability. After the presentation, I had a slight headache but headed towards the bar anyway.

“(Y/N)!” Otto waved at me from a back corner booth. “Over here!” I smiled over at him as I headed over. Pulling my sleeves down over my hands, I blushed as Norman Osborn turned around in his seat to look over at me. Ottos eyes flickered to Norman as he said something. The smile never left his face though.

“hello.” I waved at the two of them with a small smile before moe pushed into my hand. “Hello to you guys too.” A small laugh escaped me as flo came over to usher me into the booth next to Otto. The man in question was blushing bright red while I sat down next to him.

“I’m Norman Osborn.” The man across from us offered me his hand and I shook it, awestruck.

“Dr. Osborn, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I gushed. Moe had slid into my lap and flo was trying to lay over my shoulders. Otto seemed to be having a conversation with them, trying to rein them in before they caused any trouble. Norman laughed.

“you can call me Norman.” He waved his hand at me. “And you must be (Y/N). Ottos already told me about you. Seems like you are one of the only people on campus to not be freaked out by the actuators.” I shrugged.

“what can I say? I’ve been fascinated with them ever since…” I trailed off, knowing better than to go too far into my obsession with how they worked in front of other people. Otto stared at me.

“that’s why you understand AI so well.” He blurted out. I turned towards him, blushing. “You’ve studied them already.” I nodded slowly.

“not in a creepy weird way. They were the first of their kind. Case studies were done but nothing definitive. Mostly speculation on how you did it.” I explained. Otto blushed with a smile.

“it also explains why you aren’t scared of them.” Norman added. I nodded, shooting a glance at the older man.

“I’m not looking to study them. But I do admit, they are as fascinating up close as they are on paper.” I admitted. Otto drew me into conversation easily, changing the subject to what they had been talking about in the presentation. Norman was largely left out, watching the two of us with a slight smile on his face as Otto opened up to me more. At one point, Larry started to drift away, making Otto realize what was going on and excusing himself to go to the restroom.

“i haven’t seen him so happy in years.” Norman finally spoke up. “It’s been rough on him, everything we’ve been through. It’s why I asked him to come speak with me. I thought it would get him out of his shell a bit.” I laughed at that. “But I mean come on. I became a third wheel to something that was my idea in the first place.” Norman chuckled. “The bar. Not asking you to come here. That was all otto.” I blushed.

“thank you for letting me stick around. You don’t have to.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “You haven’t really…” Norman held up a hand.

“I have and I don’t mind. Otto needs this. Even if it’s just friendship. So continue on. I’m going to head out once he comes back.” Norman winked at me and I nodded. Otto returned a few minutes later and Norman took his leave. “You two have fun. My tab will be open all night so stay as long as you want.” He patted Otto on the shoulder as he left and Otto chuckled nervously.

“he’s a nice guy.” I offered. Otto nodded.

“gave me a job at oscorp. Funded the beginning of my project.” He said hurriedly. “We were friends since college. I’m lucky to have someone like him on my side.” I nodded.

“you really are.” I agreed. I looked at the time and sighed. “I should head back to my dorm. It’s late and I have classes tomorrow.” I stood up, dropping a bill on the table. “For the tip.” I explained when Otto starred at it.

“can I walk you back to your dorm?” He asked suddenly. I nodded in agreement and took his offered arm. We walked back in relative silence and once we got to the door, he hesitated. “We’ll be on campus for a few more days, if you want to meet up again.” Otto said. I nodded with a smile.

“I’d love to!” I exclaimed. Otto smiled sweetly at me.

“my number is in your phone.” He said as my eyes widened. “Let’s call it wishful thinking.” He rubbed the back of his neck before leaning in to kiss my cheek. “Talk to you soon (Y/N).” He said before turning and walking back across campus. I stood there stunned, with a hand on my cheek before turning to go into the dorm with the biggest smile I’d ever had on my face.

#otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius fanfic #otto octavius fanfiction #alfred molina #alfred molina imagine #alfred molina x reader #alfred molina fanfiction #alfred molina fanfic #otto octavius imagine

[gryphonlover]

Whumptober 2023 Day 1

Prompt: swooning

Victim: Sky

Words: 994

Notes: I'm hoping this is decently accurate, since I referenced a couple of first aid sites before writing.

I have a headcanon that Wild experiences seizures and the Sheikah have taught him how to handle them. That's why he knows what to do and why he's worried, because he knows that seizures have to do with the brain, which is kind of an important organ. The type of seizure that Sky is having is an atonic seizure, which basically just means that his muscles went slack and he was temporarily unresponsive to external stimuli.

It had been a rough day. They'd been forced to make camp earlier than usual because Sky was having a hard time breathing from all the tree pollen in the air and Wind had walked himself bloody. Again. The little stinker had the strongest pain tolerance out of all of them.

Four had reassured Warriors that he could take care of Sky. It wasn't that different from the times Red had needed to be calmed down due to a panic attack, and he could tell that Warriors wanted to take care of Wind. The two were very close, and while Warriors considered it his duty to take care of everyone, it was best if he got it out of his system sooner rather than later.

Besides, no one was dying, and—

Sky suddenly dropped into Four's lap and the smithy flinched in surprise. Sky had a tendency to fall asleep in the strangest places, but he always asked before using someone as a pillow. Maybe sitting down had been a bad idea, though.

"Sky?"

No response. Okay, that was not good.

Four hesitated, but then rested a hand firmly on Sky's shoulder, giving it a little shake. "Sky, are you okay?"

Still nothing.

Yeah this was bad.

Four pushed down his panic and reached around Sky to press a hand to his chest. He was still breathing and his heart was still beating, that was good.

He shifted a bit, and adjusted Sky the best that he could into the position that Warriors had drilled into their heads just in case someone ever fainted and he wasn't around to help.

He turned to look for Warriors, to see if he was still here and if he could ask him for help when he came face to face with Wild, who was now only 4 inches away from his face.

"Jeeze, Wild, give me a little warning next time!"

Wild blinked. "Sorry. What's up with Sky?"

Four took a deep breath to calm his spooked heart. "I don't know, he just suddenly fell into my lap. I thought that maybe he fainted from not getting enough air, but..."

Wild's gaze shifted over to the still knight, and he scooched over, poking and prodding in a manner that seemed to indicate that he was following some sort of protocol, but Four had no idea what he was doing.

Sky let out a soft, confused sound, and Wild patted his head. "It's alright, you're safe."

Four released a slow exhale. Sky was awake. Things were going to be okay.

Wild watched Sky intently as if waiting for something, then sat back on his heels after a handful of minutes.

"So, I'm going to ask you some questions, and you gotta answer them, okay?"

Four had no idea what he was going on about, so he just ran a hand through Sky's hair, letting the champion do his strange first aid.

"I... okay." Sky still sounded a little breathy, but he was no longer struggling for breath.

"First question, what's your name?"

Sky clearly felt as baffled as Four did, if the silence was any indication.

Wild's brows furrowed. "Come on, work with me here, man."

The silence stretched on and Wild's face grew even more concerned. "Oh crap..."

Four could feel his heart speed up again. "What?"

Wild's eyes didn't leave Sky's face, and he gently tapped him on the cheek. "Come on, featherhead, now's not the time to be having a seizure."

"A what?"

"A seizure, just—" Wild sounded stressed. "There's not really anything we can do until it passes. We're in the middle of the forest and none of us are doctors."

"What do you mean there's nothing we can do!?"

"I mean," Wild snapped back, "that this isn't something that's easily fixed. There is no cure, there is no medicine, there is nothing that can make it better. We just have to wait until it's over and then make sure he isn't confused or hurt or anything."

The little red part of Four's brain continued panicking, so he shoved it back, back, back into a dark corner where it wouldn't bother him as much.

"He won't..."

Wild took a deep breath. "To be honest, I think his breathing problems will kill him before a seizure does. Besides, he's one of us, he's gotta be pretty hard to kill."

Sky shifted, stirring listlessly and Wild's face lit up. "Oh thank Hylia."

Sky stared up at him in confusion. "When... when did you get here...?"

Wild smiled. "Not long ago. You had a bit of an... episode."

"Huh." Sky seemed to process the information. "What are we doing?"

"Well, you are supposed to be resting." Wild wagged a finger chidingly. "But before that, I need you to answer some questions."

"Why? What's wrong?" Sky struggled to sit up properly, still weak from not being able to get enough air. Four helped him up, propping the Skyloftian up against himself the best he could.

"Everyone is fine, I just need to make sure your head's working right now."

Sky squinted at Wild as if he was trying to see through him, then seemed to decide that whatever Wild was doing couldn't possibly be that problematic.

"Okay."

Wild ran through a list of questions that were really simple. He asked Sky what his name was, how old he was, where they were, what they were doing, things like that. Four didn't really understand why he was asking these questions, but he resolved to pull Wild aside later for a discussion on what had happened.

Once Wild was satisfied, he instructed Four to stay with Sky while he went and talked to Warriors and Time about what had happened.

Seeing Sky have that... seizure thing had been scary, but now that Wild had taught him what to do, he was more confident that he'd be able to help Sky if it happened again. Things were going to be okay.

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #linked universe #legend of zelda #lu sky #lu wild #lu four #fanfiction #gryphon writes

[kitkatopinions]

If yang is treated like an awful sister in volume 9 and her paying attention to blake and ignoring ruby is treated as a flaw and was called out for said flaw how you feel about that?

I think in general, I completely agree with the people calling Yang an awful sister in Volume 9. I've heard every defense imaginable for why she was acting the way she was acting in V9, but really, Ruby's growing breakdown and her suffering was obvious. Like Ruby quite literally fainted from her trauma, and went through almost the whole volume in uncharacteristic gloom while showing complete disinterest in trying to get back her once beloved weapon, only having small two second moments of happiness here and there that quickly got crushed, being self-deprecating, hunching in on herself, trying not to fall apart, and then she had a panic attack during the fight with Neo's Jabberwalkers at the Paper Pleaser's village, and.... Yang was doing what? Not noticing.

Giggling and flirting, and smarting off and rolling her eyes, and having a grand old time in her fights, and dismissing it when Ruby did start to talk about her regrets by saying it's like Ironwood. Yeah, Yang shows some minor concern sometimes before Ruby's breakdown, but to me it felt like less concern than one of my coworkers had shown one time that I was sick at work and they had to drive me home. It didn't feel like the care a good older sister would show to a traumatized and clearly struggling beloved younger sister, it felt like the passing obligatory sympathy a stranger would show to another stranger if they found them crying at a bar. Like 'Oh are you okay? Yeah? Okay, if you're sure. I'll get back to my friend group.' And then you just move on and try to have fun for the rest of the night. That's how Yang prior to Ruby's breakdown feels to me.

Then while Ruby's having her breakdown, what does Yang do?

Yang 1. treats Ruby like a threat to Blake and glares at her. 2. does absolutely nothing to console Ruby or protest her words in any way. 3. does absolutely nothing when Jaune starts yelling in her face victim blaming her for things outside of her control and essentially saying she's not allowed to feel bad things or express that she feels bad things while she's standing there crying. 4. Doesn't immediately run after her when she takes off alone in a dangerous chaos world after she just demonstrated that she might not be able to fight, is clearly emotionally compromised, and being actively targeted by Neo who just made it even more clear that she's gunning directly for Ruby. 5. Gets angry like "how could she be kinda mean to me? Why couldn't she talk to me even though I shot her down the one time she expressed negative feelings to me? Ugh she's so impossible, not being one hundred percent okay after the death of her friend and being upset that I'm treating this like a romantic fun getaway while she's spiraling into an obvious breakdown that I didn't notice at all."

And then when Ruby ascends, Yang is like beaming away hugging Jaune like five minutes later? And when she sees Ruby in the tree, she's at least somewhat affected - although still much less than I'd want her to be, like compare Yang seeing Ruby in the tree to when the Doctor in Doctor Who thought he lost Rose for the first time, or Jack Harkness when Rose "dies" in front of him (since they didn't even know each other that long,) or Martha the first time Jack "dies" in front of her despite the fact that it was the first time she'd seen him, or Rose the first time Jack "dies" in front of her, or Amy and the Doctor the first time Rory "dies" in front of them, or Amy and the Doctor the second time Rory "dies" in front of them- You get the point. Yang is supposed to be Ruby's sister, but her reactions go between limited and not nearly emotional enough to near non-existent, and we're supposed to buy it as the single most caring and loving older sister that raised Ruby on her own and just loves her oh so much? I don't buy it.

Especially because Yang then completely ignores all the suffering Ruby's been through and how Ruby explicitly said she didn't want to be treated like a perfect girl with all the answers and didn't want to be the leader anymore, and was like "oh yeah Ruby is our perfect leader who never doubts herself and never shows weakness and has never been confused a day in her life." How am I supposed to think of Yang as a caring older sister when she completely ignores Ruby and disregards what she says and what she needs, in order to over-rely on her? Volume 9 made Yang look like a terrible sister tbh.

I will clarify: The problem isn't 'Yang gives Blake attention,' it's that the writers can't seem to write both 'Yang gives Blake attention, cares about her, and loves her as a romantic partner' and 'Yang gives Ruby attention, cares about her, and loves her as a sister.' They tend to push Ruby and Yang's relationship to the back and focus on Blake and Yang's relationship when they could and should be focusing on both sets of dynamics. Because of how much Ruby's relationship with Yang is shoved to the side and Blake and Yang's is emphasized, it does make it feel like Yang cares much more about Blake than she does about Ruby - coupled with things like Yang protectively stepping in front of Blake when Ruby is upset or even earlier, her pulling Blake out of the house with apathy in V6 while Ruby was still in the building and Qrow was passed out drunk on the counter. But the problem isn't 'Yang is written to care about Blake' it's that it feels like the writers only write her to care about Blake and don't care about her other dynamics, which makes it feel like she doesn't really care about Ruby that much at all.

It's very sad, because one of the reasons I originally loved Yang was that I connected with her as an older sister. I love my younger sister very much, I would do anything for her, I want to protect her, but I also think of her as very strong and able to protect herself, similar to how Yang acted in the first five seasons. Yang was one of my absolute favorite characters in RWBY - if not my number one favorite - partially because of how good it felt to see a sibling relationship where they loved and cared about each other and prioritized each other. Now I'm really struggling to like Yang's character at all, and a big reason for that is that it no longer feels like she really cares that much about Ruby. So yeah. XD

TL;DR: I actually completely agree with the people saying Yang is being a bad sister, and her ignoring Ruby is totally a flaw that I'd call out.

#rwde #canoncrit yang xiao long

[weirdozjunkary]

I did another fic in the PIB AU. This time of the infamous panic attack scene. It’s fairly long, but not the longest I’ve ever written

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KA- FWEEEW!!!

A spectactical aray of confetti bursted from the baker inspo the air. Sonic splat, the confetti clinging to himself. At any other time, this cluster of colourful paper adorned with a cute party horn would’ve been cheerful, but now it seemed more gruesome.

“BLEGH! What?!”

“OHOHO! So that’s what they do!” Ivo cheered. He was already aiming up another shot. Unicorn horns are deadly. “Cool!”

“NO! ITS NOT COOL!” The iridecent beatle shouted, appalled at the doctors amazement by this spread of colourful destruction.

Another horn stuck into a bakers side. “AUGHYOU SHOT ME-“

KA-FWEEEW!!!

Another explosion right in the hedgehogs face. He sneezed at the dust and confetti in the air. “Ugh! The sight is off!” He heard ivo groan. And just as he could stop himself from sneezing, Sonic was hoisted up by his bandana.

“I got him mister Horner!” Another horn stuck into the bakers side.

“MY BAD!”

“Oh no.”

KA-BLAM!!

Silence. Only accompanied by a faint growing ringing through the hedgehogs ears as he flew through the air slowly. It didn’t stop till he tumbled against the ground, his bandana untying itself from his throat. There, just within arms reach, it was the map. It had fallen out of his grasp through the explosion. And as the world around him moved by in slow motion, he propped up on a knee and reached out a hand to it.

He froze. That sound. That sharp and sickening melody that made his hair stand up on end and his stomach twist violently. He could hear it. Just a few feet behind him.

He gasped out air from his lungs. Hoping to god that when his eyes drifted from the map behind him that he wouldn’t see what he dreaded to see. But once his body was fully turned around. As his heart pounded in his ears and his lungs felt tight and empty. He could see it. That jackal. Unsheathing his sickles from his dark cloak. Staring at him with his vibrant eyes.

He is here. HOW is he here? The last time he saw him was running from Ivo Horner’s bakery. And still, those eyes, so glassy but vibrant like marbles. They pierced frozen daggers into his. It made them ache.

His body moved before his brain caught up. His heart raced in his ears, pounding so hard his chest hurtt. His lungs were on fire as he wheezed while he ran. Ran away. Ran far. Ran fast. Just get away from this fucking maniac!!!

“Sonic? SONIC! WAIT!” Tails shouted, grabbing his fallen bandana and chasing after him.

“Tails?” Shadow puzzled. He took his eyes off of the map for a second. Just enough for the face of a large hammer to whack him away.

“Thanks for the map, Stripes!” Amy gawked as she laid her eyes on the map she snatched up from the ground. It sparkled and shimmered. Changing the scenery on it and then the world around them. The ground broke and shifted, sending cliffs and pine trees high into the air.

“NO!” Both Shadow and Ivo shouted in anger at the group that ascended higher into the air.

“HEY! You’ve just been crimed by the Chaotix Crime family!” The young bee shouted.

“So long, you plonkers!” Amy added and left with the rest of them. Projectiles flying past them as they ran into the newly formed forest behind.

“!LOS VOY HACER A TODOS ALFOMBRAS DE BAÑO!” Shadow angrily shouted. He kicked the ground and bared his teeth in frustration. “GRAGH!!! SONIC!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

His legs could barely keep him standing. The only reason why he didn’t fall over yet was the proper yak motion of his legs keeping him going forward. His footsteps were heavy and sporadic, so was his breathing. He heaved with each step, each movement of his arms. His eyes darting around the dark forest. He could’ve sworn he saw him. His face. His eyes. Him. The one trying to take his life.

“SONIC! SONIC!” The twin tailed fox cried out with worry. Where could he have gone?

There. He was at the base of a tree. Huffing and heaving as his eyes continued to dart around in front of him. That hunter is near. He’s just waiting to pounce. Waiting to strike. He’s here. He has to be.

“Sonic! Sonic! Are you okay? What’s wrong?!”

Tails’ voice fell deaf on Sonic’ ears. He huffed and wheezed with tears in his eyes. He was waiting for him, the jackal. The moment for him to strike. He didn’t know if Tails was truly there or not. And Tails. This boy was so worried for his friend. He felt helpless. Moreso Sonic to Tails.

But, he looked at Sonic’s face. The pure terror and panic in his eyes. And almost as if he had done this before, he rested his head against his chest. He could feel it, hear it. His heartbeat so fast and loud. A sporadic rhythm that pounded so hard that it could leap right out of his chest.

But as Tails laid there, his eyes shut and an arm wrapped over the hedgehog, he felt a hand lay gently on his head, and the hedgehog’s heart and breathing slow. He didn’t move, didn’t flinch, didn’t even open his eyes. He just laid there as Sonic pet him. He only looked at him once he heard him huff out a sigh.

“Thank you, Tails.” He said.

“What’s going on with you, Sonic?”

Sonic stammered and looked away. He couldn’t look this sweet boy in the face. Not to tell him what’s really been going on. Why he decided to pursue this star. What his wish truly was. “I… I am down to my last life. And I…” He gulped down a hard lump. “I am afraid.”

“Well, it’s okay to be afraid.”

“No! Not for Sonic the Hedgehog! I’m supposed to be a fearless hero. A legend.” He slumped further down the base of the tree. “But without any lives to spare. I am… nothing.” He shot up and clenched a determined fist. “I need that wish to get my lives back!”

“You should tell Shadow, then. He would understand-“

“No no no! He can’t hear none of this stuff!” Sonic said as he put a hand over the fox’s mouth briefly to silence him.

“Okay?”

What neither of them knew, was not far behind them was the black hedgehog, slicing through the prickled grass. “¿Adónde fueron ese idiota y su zorro?” He muttered to himself. His ears shot up once he could hear the blue hedgehog.

“Shadow will never trust me again. Not after Santa Coloma.”

“But that was just one bad heist.”

“Santa Coloma wasn’t a heist, Tails. It was a church. With a priest and guests… and Shadow.” He reminisced back to that day. A sour feeling painfully waved over his chest. “Everything but me. I ran away then too.”

“Oh...” Tails responded, letting his mind wander a little. “Oh.” He finally gasped in shock once the realization hit him. “OH! You left him at the altar?”

“It was wrong, I know. I’m ashamed of it.” He sighed. “I just wish I hadn’t hurt ‘em so badly. I regret that day a lot.”

“So… maybe you should tell that to Shadow. It might make you feel better about it. It might make him feel better about it, too.”

Shadow stood behind the tree, arms crossed and a look of uncertainty clearly on his face. Of course Sonic wouldn’t have said this to his face, his pride was too fragile to admit defeat. But, something about what he said, perhaps the tone or what have you. It felt genuine, though full of sadness and melancholy.

He had been running all his life, both of them. Running from enemies, from friends, loved ones, eachother. Running out of fear. Fear of being betrayed, of being hurt again. He was like him, even if they didn’t know the extent of it— of each other— they both were running. Maybe. Maybe they don’t need to run.

“Sonic! Fox!” Shadow called as he came into their view. “There you two are. What the hell happened?”

“S-Shadow!” Sonic stammered and stood up, finally tying his bandana back on. “I-uh- I lost the map. I messed up.”

“We’ll get it back, don’t worry. We’ve been in worse prickles.”

“WHAT?! Who told you that name?!” Sonic shouted, only to receive a confused look from shadow.

“…What name?”

“Uh… n-nothing!”

#fanfiction #sonic fanfiction #tumblr fanfiction #long post #textpost #sonic au #sonic the hedgehog the last wish

[djarindroid]

Stuck

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: Cassian keeps meeting you in the small elevator on base but what happens when it breaks down leaving the two of you stuck inside.

Warnings: Reader has a panic attack but I don't go into much detail.

Word Count: 2,578

Comments: I just wanted to write some pure fluff for Cassian 💕 I may have a rough idea for a part 2 for this in the works.

Day One- Cassian sat in the medical bay with a Doctor stood in front of him rambling on, he had stopped listening the moment he’d been told he’d need to be grounded for at least a month to rest. He thought back to the foolish mistake that had got him here, he was running from imperials and skidded too quickly round a corner, he crashed down some stairs, landing on his wrist and managed to sprain it.

The Doctor gave him some painkillers and dismissed him. Cassian sluggishly wandered to the elevator, wanting to do nothing more than take a hot shower and sleep this awful day away. The doors creaked open in front of him and he stepped in, quickly pressing the button to his floor. He repeatedly pushed the ‘close doors’ button mumbling ‘come on, come on, come on’ under his breath.

He leant against the back panel and watched as the doors finally began to close. An inch away from finally getting what he wanted he watched as a hand hurriedly slid into the gap to push the doors open again. He sighed in annoyance at whoever it was that was prolonging his journey to comfort. Although when the doors reopened he was taken aback, his eyes widened slightly at the person gliding in in front of him. He watched as you gently pressed your button.

He found himself staring at you, he’d surely remember seeing someone like you on base. He’d never seen anyone as beautiful as you before. He was completely mesmerised. You glanced over at him and he had to snap out of it, suddenly finding a mark on the floor extremely interesting.

A gentle blush blossomed across your cheeks as you realised he’d been looking at you. Your role in the rebellion wasn’t very glamorous and didn’t cause you to cross paths with many people, you were mostly just stuck in the record archive day in and day out.

Cassian thought he’d risk taking another glance at you and luckily for him you’d redirected your view back to the doors. He observed the rosy tint to your cheeks and a faint smile grew on his face. He let his eyes subtly roam down your body, taking you all in, but all too soon the doors dinged open and you were stepping out of view.

Day Two- Cassian only saw you briefly the following day, as he exited the lift you were standing there waiting for it. You smiled as you passed him and he couldn’t help but return the smile.

He didn’t understand how he’d never seen you before, surely he’d remember someone like you. Living life constantly jumping from one mission to another didn’t really leave him much time to actually spend at the base, he hoped he’d get more chances to see you before he was allowed to fly out again.

Day Four- It was a couple more days before Cassian crossed your path again. He was back in the elevator, planning to head to the mess hall for something to eat. As the doors began closing he heard a voice call ‘hold the door!’ He pushed the door back and watched as someone stumbled inside, their arms holding a stack of documents which were blocking their face. As they crossed the entrance they tripped, Cassian watched as mountains of paperwork filled the small space. The sound of an exasperated sigh pulled his attention back to the person who had just made that spectacular entrance and he was pleasantly surprised to see you again.

As the doors closed you dropped to your knees to begin gathering everything you’d dropped. Cassian was frozen staring at you for a moment, just happy to be seeing you again. He quickly snapped himself out of it and sank down to help you.

‘Oh you don’t need to do that,’ you insisted. Your voice was quiet but he thought it sounded as sweet as honey. Your cheeks were burning furiously, embarrassed by the impression you were making.

‘I know,’ he replied as he continued gathering paper ‘I want to.’

You silently accepted the help and continued gathering stuff in your arms, your cheeks still flushed red from embarrassment. A comfortable silence fell over you both as you worked together.

Cassian reached out for the final folder not noticing you were already reaching for it too. Your hands bumped into each other and Cassian instantly felt a warmth brew in his chest at the fleeting touch of your skin. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve got this one’ you say as you let out a small giggle which sounded like music to Cassian’s ears.

You both stood up again and Cassian passed you back the paper he’d gathered for you.

‘Thank you’ you say, as the door dings on your floor.

‘Not a problem,’ he starts as you walk out. ‘Just try not to trip again, I might not be there to help next time.’

You turn to smile at him as the doors close between you and Cassian thinks it might just be the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen.

Day Five- It wasn’t long until your paths crossed again, he entered the elevator after a long, uneventful day spent in meetings, going over translated imperial messages which eventually lead to nothing. He was happy to see you already stood in the small compartment, a small smile gracing your lips.

‘Don’t worry, I’m not gonna throw stuff everywhere today,’ you jested as you slightly waved your empty hands.

The door closed behind Cassian as he let out a laugh. ‘Bet you had fun putting all that back in order,’ he joked.

‘Oh you don’t even wanna know how long it took,’ you smiled looking up at him.

He smiled back as he took in your features. Being able to look at you directly finally without anything in the way, he could really take in your beauty. He couldn’t help but stare as your smile lit up your whole face. You were glowing and Cassian found himself wanting to get to know you better.

‘Cassian,’ he suddenly blurted out, he mentally kicked himself at the way he said it, ‘that’s my name by the way.’ He quickly added. He didn’t understand why he was so nervous, he was a rebel spy and here he was completely messing up a simple introduction.

Your smile didn’t falter as you told him your name ‘nice to officially meet you Cassian.’ He loved the way his name sounded falling from between your lips. He could listen to you talk for hours.

‘Likewise,’ he replied. The sound of the doors dinging cutting your time short again.

‘This is me,’ you gestured as you headed towards the door, ‘until next time.’

‘Looking forward to it,’ Cassian replied as the doors once again closed between you.

Cassian couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he tried. Maybe being grounded wasn’t so bad.

Day Ten- Cassian hadn’t seen you in a while and had started to worry that you’d begun taking a different route. He’d taken to scanning every room he walked into, hoping his eyes would land on you but they never did.

It was late when Cassian decided to head back to his quarters. He noticed the way his heartbeat picked up as he stood waiting for the elevator doors to open, he couldn’t help but let his hopes get up at the thought of seeing you again.

The doors opened and his heart sank, it was empty. Maybe he’d just got lucky in your first few meetings, it was just a complete coincidence that he’d bumped into you so frequently in the same small space. He stood to the back of the lift as it rattled, creeping upwards, stopping on the next floor up.

‘Hey,’ his head shot up at the sound of your voice. Ok maybe his luck hadn’t run out yet.

‘Hello stranger,’ Cassian smiled at you as you pressed your floors button and turned to face him.

The elevator made a strange groaning sound as it moved but you both ignored it. Too caught up in the fact you’d bumped into each other again. You’d barely spoken to each other but neither of you could deny the feeling you felt when you saw the other.

Just as Cassian opened his mouth to speak again the lift jolted to a sharp stop, throwing you towards him. The lights flickered as your hands landed on Cassian’s chest, his one good hand flying to your waist to steady you. Given the circumstances he shouldn’t have been happy to have you standing in his space, but it’d been too long since he’d been close to someone and the brief moment you were in his embrace was a moment of solace for him.

‘Sorry,’ you murmured as you stepped back swiftly, adjusting yourself. The lights were still flickering and Cassian watched you shift anxiously. He leant past you and tried a few of the buttons on the panel, but nothing happened. ‘Are we stuck?’ you questioned as you peered up at him.

‘I’m sure it’ll be fine, we can just press the call button’, he pressed the emergency button but nothing happened. ‘Shit,’ Cassian muttured, he pressed the button a few more times but suddenly the lights in the small space shut off completely. You yelped and grabbed Cassian’s arm. ‘Hey, hey don’t worry I’m here,’ Cassian placed his hand over yours. Shit, this isn’t how he wanted seeing you again to go.

A small emergency light came to life over the door, shrouding the room in a low green light. Your grip loosened on Cassian’s arm but you didn’t let go completely. He looked down to you and he hated to see the fear in your eyes. He pressed the button a couple more times, but nothing came of it. Cassian began to panic slightly but he tried not to show it for your sake.

‘What are we gonna do?’ you whispered, ‘What if we’re stuck in here? What if no-one comes? It’s late Cassian no-ones gonna be around’ you began rambling.

Cassian gently said your name, drawing your attention to him. ‘Someone is gonna find us ok?’ He laced your fingers together. ‘We’re not the only people that use this lift, someone will come and see it’s not working, and they’ll get us out.’ His words didn’t seem to be soothing you in any way.

‘Hey come here,’ he pulled your hand lightly as he took a seat on the floor. You sank down next to him, he refused to let go of your hand and tried rubbing his thumb back and forth in an attempt to help calm you.

He didn’t know what to do, he could hear your breathing had picked up as you sat next to him. Your knee was shaking, jostling his own leg as you began to shake. This wasn’t a situation he saw you two being in when you re-entered his life today. He racked his brain trying to think of a way to help you, when the colour of the lights gave him an idea.

He turned his face to look down to you, ‘a few months ago I ended up on this tiny planet in the outer rim,’ he started, ‘I don’t even think it had a name, I was just hiding out there for a few days,’ your breathing hadn’t changed and if anything you just looked confused now, but he pressed on. ‘I lay there one night staring out of the window of my ship and suddenly the whole place was lit up with this bright green light, all different shades were bouncing around me. I rushed outside and I’d never seen anything like it, it was like the sky was alive.’ He noticed your body becoming less tense and the vice-like hold you had on his hand loosened slightly. ‘All these different greens dancing across every inch of the sky…it was stunning.’

He watched as your body began to relax slowly, your breathing gradually becoming more steady. ‘It…’ you took a deep breath in and started again ‘it sounds beautiful’.

‘I can take you, if you want,’ he looked between your eyes, hoping he wasn’t taking too big of a jump. You barely know each other and here he is inviting you away from the base, to a planet he didn’t know the name of.

You couldn’t hold back the smile that burst onto your face, Cassian let out a small sigh of relief as you replied ‘I’d like that.’

During the short silence that followed Cassian noticed your eyes flitting around the room again, panic setting in once more about your current situation, before he could act though you whispered ‘Can you tell me more?’ you turned back to him ‘more stories about what you get to see.’

So Cassian did just that, he spoke about anything he could think of, from a juicy purple fruit he once tried, to the giant loth cat he once found stowed away on his ship. As the stories went on you became more and more relaxed, eventually resting your head onto his shoulder. After a while your grip on his hand loosened completely and it took him a moment to notice you’d fallen asleep. Cassian felt his face flush, knowing how at ease he’d managed to make you feel.

He laid his head back, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh. He couldn’t quite explain the warmth that radiated through him, but he felt content for the first time in years. He stayed awake until morning, cherishing the small respite with you.

After a few hours he heard someone on the other side of the doors trying to pry them open.

‘Hey,’ he cooed your name gently so as to not startle you. You rose sheepishly, slightly flustered that you’d fallen asleep. ‘Looks like we’re getting out of here.’ Cassian rose to his feet, his hand still entwined with your own. He helped you to stand as the doors sprung open. Daylight washed over you both and Cassian gestured for you to exit first. You led him out, still hand in hand, and you both thanked the man who had freed you as you passed.

You both stood for a moment, enjoying the moment of freedom. He knew he shouldn’t think it was enjoyable being trapped in such a small space for so long because of how it made you feel, but he knew he’d only remember the way you made him feel.

‘I’m this way,’ you pointed behind you down the corridor and Cassian couldn’t help feeling deflated, realising he’d need to let you go as he was in the other direction.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow?’ he asked, hopeful that you would say yes.

‘Yeah, I’d like that,’ you said, beaming up at him. You leant in to him, ‘thank you, for keeping me sane in there.’ You tiptoed so you could place a gentle kiss to his cheek, Cassian was sure you would be able to feel the sudden heat radiating from his skin. He watched as you swayed away down the corridor, his hand lightly coming up to touch where you had kissed him. He stood there until you were well out of sight.

Cassian never thought he’d say it but not being able to go out on missions may be the best thing that’s happened to him.

Part two

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you’re hurt – mafia!bts

[warnings: mentions of blood and dying, fainting, bruises, there's a panic attack, that kind of stuff, and I think there’s a couple of swears]

summary: in which y/n gets hurt | requested!

word count: 2,698

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kim seokjin

To say you weren't feeling well was an understatement. You had been nauseous and lightheaded all day but since you worked sitting down, you were able to push through. You had no choice but to push through. Your department depended on the project you were working on and with evaluations coming up, you really couldn't rest. This project was keeping you up for hours on end, too stressed out to sleep but too tired to do anything productive.

When you arrived home you figured some food would help you feel better. As you cooked alongside Jin, his voice got echoey and you could barely see in front of you.

You felt your heartbeat grow faster and your balance was all out of wack. You were suddenly hot like you had been sitting in a sauna for hours.

You didn't hear Jin calling your name as you fell but you didn't feel the pain of hitting the floor. When you woke up, you were warm but not hot and laying in your bed next to Jin.

His hand was holding yours and when you turned to face him his eyes were already on you.

"Jinnie?" You croaked out, causing him to reach over and get your cup of water off your nightstand.

"Sit up slowly and drink this," He demanded softly. You listened, too scared not to. You barely remembered what happened but you trusted your boyfriend enough to listen without hesitation.

You finished the glass of water and Jin took it away from you and set it on his nightstand.

"What happened?" You asked softly.

"You fainted while we were cooking. I had the doctor come over and check up on you. It was scary, Y/N. You were swaying back and forth and then your eyes rolled back and then you started falling but I caught you. You scared me."

"I'm sorry," You mumbled, eyes getting watery as you turned to avoid looking at him.

"What's going on? I know you didn't sleep much last night or this past week; the doctor said you were exhausted."

"It's just work," You mumbled, already prepared for how Jin was going to react. "I have a big project due and evaluations are coming up."

"You can't let work stress you out this much, Princess. Your boss knows you're the best at what you do, there's nothing left to prove. Don't get me wrong, I love your work ethic, but if it is taking a toll on your health, then you need to quit."

You sighed and nodded your head. "I know. I need to take it easy."

He brushed your tears away before pulling you into his chest.

min yoongi

When Yoongi found your unconscious body sprawled out on the bathroom floor, he immediately called the doctor.

The next thing he did was check your pulse and gently call your name.

Yoongi was usually really good at hiding his emotions but seeing you on the ground unresponsive caused tears he hadn't seen since he was a child to roll down his cheeks.

When you woke up you didn't need to look for Yoongi, he was right next to you like he had been for the past 12 hours.

"What happened?"

"Someone poisoned you, but I promise they'll be dealt with. Where did you eat and who were you with?"

"I was what? Who would do that? Why?"

Your breathing grew frantic at the thought that someone wanted to harm you.

"Hey, hey. Focus on me. I know you're scared but I'm here now," Yoongi assured you and pulled you into his arms. "Just focus on your breathing."

It took a while and a trunk load of tears before you were able to calm down. You were tired and Yoongi's scent was lulling you to sleep.

But before you could close your eyes, Yoongi wanted answers.

"Who were you with, baby?"

"I was with Eun for lunch and your bodyguard Hwan was following us. That's it, but I don't think they'd do anything," You mumbled out, burying your head into his chest.

"I'll find out who did."

jung hoseok

"Love?" You heard Hoseok call you from the bedroom.

You stood in the middle of your shared walk-in closet looking for an outfit to wear for dinner. You were currently wearing just a tank top and underwear, leaving most of your body exposed.

"Yeah, Hobi?" You hummed and walked to the bedroom.

"Okay, tie or no tie?"

"Mmh..." You hummed and tapped your chin thoughtfully. "I'm thinking... tie. You always look good in black suits but the tie really puts it over the edge for me."

"I knew you'd say th- what's that?"

"Huh? What's what?" You asked eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

Hoseok walked over, eyes focused on your body after tossing his ties on the bed. "That," He pointed. "Where'd you get that bruise from?"

"Hobi, what bruise?" You asked before looking down at your hip.

The bruise was extremely faint like it was just forming and yet Hoseok was able to notice it almost immediately.

"That bruise."

You frowned and gently rubbed it, wincing in slight pain. "Oh, I think this is from earlier when I was making breakfast and I bumped my hip on the island. I'm okay, Hobi, I promise."

"Please be more careful Y/N-"

"Y/N? Why are you calling me that? My name is Love," You spoke quickly, shocked and somewhat confused.

You often joked that he didn't even like what your real name was since he never called you by it. The last time he called you by your name was your first date. After that, you've been Love.

"Love," He sighed and took your hands into his. "Just be more careful. I thought I was gonna have to kill someone for putting their hands on you."

"You're the only person that touches me," You softly assured him as you slowly leaned into to give him a long and gentle kiss.

He pulled away from you, slightly dazed making you giggle and give him a quick peck.

"Let's keep it that way."

kim namjoon

You never told Namjoon, but a short while after you found out what he did for a living, you started having nightmares.

Instead of that random man in his office bleeding out, it was Namjoon you found. He was coughing up his blood looking around for someone, anyone. He didn't want to die alone and that is the part that devastated you the most.

The dream always ended the same way; you ran over to him and held his bloody body in your arms promising each other you'd never be alone.

You woke up to Namjoon screaming your name and watching him jump out of the bed and rush to your side.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He asked as he scooped you into his arms and held you bridal style.

"My ass hurts," You groaned. "Why is the bed so high up, Joon? Fuck, I feel like I fell off a cliff."

He chuckled at your complaints as he sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping you in the same position but anchoring you to his lap.

"I'll have someone come to lower the bed later if it's really a concern. Now, what were you dreaming about? It looked like you were trying to run before you fell off the bed."

"I don't wanna talk about it," You mumbled and closed your eyes to avoid his look of disappointment.

He sighed, "What's bothering you Lovebug? We're best friends, we tell each other everything."

"You don't tell me everything," You rebutted with a slight attitude, just wanting to go back to sleep. But you knew Namjoon wasn't going to let this go.

"No, you're right. I don't talk to you about work. But everything else, you know."

You were silent for a moment because you knew he was right. You knew he was just trying to protect you from that part of his life.

But that's also why you didn't want to tell him. He kept so much bottled in because he doesn't want you to see that side of him yet you still have nightmares. His hard work was for nothing it seemed.

"Lovebug."

"I don't want you to die alone, Joon," You confessed, tears immediately rushing out of your eyes.

"Y/N, what? Where is this coming from?" He asked, his voice holding concern and you felt it as he held on to your shaking body tightly.

"I've been having dreams about you. Remember when I saw that guy in your office? In my dream, it's you and-and." You take a break from speaking to let out a sob and wipe at your runny nose. "And you're looking around for someone and you always look so relieved to see me when I come but what if that happens and I'm not there? I don't want you to die, Namjoon but I... I really don't want you to die alone. I'm so scared," You finally confessed.

"I'm scared to leave you alone, too, Y/N. That's why I'm always trying my hardest to make it home to you. I can't promise I'll always make it back but I promise I won't be alone. Wherever I am, the boys follow; I'm never alone. And you see that chain over there?"

He jutted his jaw in the direction of the dresser, his chain laying on top. It was a thick gold chain with a circular pendant that had a picture of you smiling, surrounded by all the flowers he bought for your first anniversary.

You nodded before turning back to face him, tears still running down your face but you're not sobbing anymore.

"It's always on under my shirts. You're always with me Y/N. There's not a day that goes by that you're not with me. Do you understand?"

You quickly nodded and stuck your face in his chest, needing his warmth, his comfort.

"I promise to always try to make it back to you."

park jimin

"Shit!"

"Y/N?" Jimin yelled, rushing from the living room to the hallway.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," You groaned and held your pounding head.

He sighed and took your hand off of your forehead. "No, you're not. Your phone is broken on the floor and you're holding your head. What did you do? That big bang was you walking into the wall?"

"Yeah," You mumbled and looked up at him, embarrassed. "My head is pounding, I can feel it in my eyes Minie."

"Go, sit on the couch," He shook his head and guided you into the living room. "Gonna get you some ice and call the doctor over to make sure you don't have a concussion."

You nodded and sat down on the couch with his help before he walked off to the kitchen.

He was back within a few minutes, holding a bag of ice wrapped in a paper towel. "Here, lean against me." He sat with his back leaning on the arm of the couch, feet up, and pulled you between his legs. He kept the ice on your forehead and let you lean against his chest. "The doctor's coming, okay?"

"Okay, thank you. 'M sorry for worrying you, Jiminie."

"You just need to be more careful, Lover."

"I will, I promise."

kim taehyung

"You look... gorgeous. I really can't explain how amazing you look with words. You're perfect, Sweets," Taehyung expressed passionately as he saw you walk out of the closet.

"Taehyung," You whined shyly and your whole body started to heat up because of his compliments.

It was your weekly date night and Taehyung wanted to take you to some super fancy restaurant. It was so fancy, you never even heard of it until today.

You were wearing a red silk dress that had a leg slit cut to your hip. The spaghetti straps rested on your shoulders and led to a deep v-cut that showed more than enough cleavage. You paired the dress with black heels and a silver bracelet and earrings.

"It's true. I'd never lie to you," He smiled and took your hands to pull you close to him.

"I know. Thank you, Tae. You look very handsome in your suit. I love simple suits on you."

"That's why I wore it. Can't go wrong with a classic black suit and tie."

Dinner went swimmingly and you loved nothing more than to spend time with Taehyung but you couldn't wait to get back home. Your heels were killing you but you refused to walk barefoot. Tae offered to carry you but he just ate and you didn't want him to overwork his body.

The brick walkway to the house was uneven but you never imagined you'd sprain your ankle walking on it.

"I knew I should've carried you. Fuck, let's go to the hospital," Taehyung sighed and instantly picked you up, not allowing any arguments.

"Tae, I just lost my footing, I think I'm fine-"

"You yelled out in pain, Y/N. You are not fine. And look at your face, it's scrunched up like when you're cramping. We're going to the hospital. Or at least let our doctor come check you out."

"Okay okay, I just want to be home. I'm already uncomfortable as it is, I don't wanna go to the hospital."

"Okay, Sweets, I'll call him. And then I'm calling to have that pathway smoothed down immediately."

"Tae there's no-"

He shot you a look making you shut up and giggle at his overprotectiveness.

"Anything that hurts you, will be dealt with. Got it?"

"Got it."

jeon jungkook

Jungkook loved homemade meals and he loved your cooking. So every Saturday you made him breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. Of course with the help of his best buddy, Yeonjun.

You and Jungkook worked out a deal with your sister that you two would pick him up Friday after school and he'd sleep over until Saturday night. This came about after Yeonjun claimed to feel neglected by Jungkook and yourself after you began dating and spending more time with your boyfriend.

"Okay Yeonjun, let me cut the carrots, I don't want you to get hurt," You said softly and grabbed a knife from the drawer.

You began cutting the carrots and other vegetables you were adding to the gimbap, humming quietly to yourself.

"How come you rushed me to bed when Jungkook came home last night? And why were his clothes covered in blood?"

"Ouch!" You yelped and dropped the knife in your hand.

"Are you okay? Jungkook!"

Yeonjun ran from the kitchen and into Jungkook's gaming room. He was quick to drag your boyfriend to the kitchen where they both started to freak out over your bloody finger.

"I'm okay, you guys. I just sliced my finger, I didn't chop it off," You spoke calmly, trying to get the both of them to calm down. "Kook, meet me in the bathroom with the first aid kit. Yeonjun, go watch tv in the living room with Bam."

Jungkook left immediately, figuring you knew what was best. But Yeonjun was stubborn, hesitating to leave your side.

"I want to go with you," He tried to argue after looking at your bloody pointer finger.

You quickly covered it with your other hand and shook your head. "No, I'm okay. Kook and I are just gonna clean it and put a bandaid on it. I'm okay, I promise. Go hang out with Bam until we're done."

He slowly nodded before running off to the living room, allowing you to sigh a breath of relief.

You quickly went to the bathroom and locked the door behind you.

"What happened?" Jungkook asked as you sat on the lid of the toilet.

As your boyfriend cleaned you up, you explained everything that happened and how Yeonjun's questions took you by surprise and you lose focus.

"If you're coming home all bloody or beat up, just call me ahead of time if Yeonjun is here. I don't want him to see you like that. Okay?"

"Okay, Lovey, I promise," He nodded and wrapped your finger in a bandaid and gave it a soft kiss.

"Thank you."

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Chapter 3: Waiting Rooms (Doctors Pick the Worst Chairs)

Taehyung had always wondered why doctors picked the least comfortable chairs. The waiting room outside the HYBE doctor’s exam room had eight chairs with the stiffest fabric and bare, plastic arms at the most awkward height possible. He had asked how long it had been, and when Jin told him only ten minutes since the door closed, he got up and decided standing might be more comfortable. He was trying to do the math in his head, it had been ten minutes since the door closed, the elevator usually took three minutes, the drive from the park was less than ten, so if he assumed that they got her to the car in around five, then she had been unconscious for thirty minutes or so. Taehyung may not have gone to medical school, but he was pretty sure that you were supposed to wake up by now after fainting. Unfortunately, all he could do was wait.

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A few minutes after he’d stood, the door opened and a nurse peeked from behind it. The nurse seemed to be looking for something, and even though Taehyung had stepped forward, she ignored him. She perked up at the sight of something behind him though, and he turned around confused until he saw Namjoon hustling.

“Joon, what’s going on?” He asked.

“The staff were holding onto her things; they’re looking at her phone now, but they gave me her passport.” Namjoon turned to the nurse to hold up a hand to ask for a few minutes, and she gave a small nod before the door closed again. He turned back and paused to look at Taehyung, hesitantly. “Her name is Y/n L/n.”

Taehyung repeated her name, it felt right as he said it, fitting.

“I didn’t see her face when she came in, but we’ve actually met a few times before. I called the doctor to tell him what I know about her, what might help him.”

Taehyung felt his heart starting to race a little, “What do you know?” God, what if she was sick? He felt like he might be sick as Namjoon motioned for him to sit down first, and then took his own seat, the others leaning in to listen as well.

“We’ve met at a few museums, exhibition, galleries. She’s an artist, a good one. I didn’t realize she had moved here already, just that she had exhibition offers and some in the art community here trying to commission pieces. She told me before that she was considering them, that she was leaning towards Seoul over Rome and New York.” Taehyung thought this was all interesting, but he didn’t see the relevance and was about to ask Namjoon to get to the point when he continued. “I’m trying to think of the best way to describe her situation… She’s eccentric, everyone who knows art knows of her, and everyone knows the rumors about how reclusive and sensitive she can be. The basic explanation is that she has OCD.” Namjoon stopped to see if they needed clarification, and they seemed to understand what that meant generally. “Her OCD is bad. She’s completely touch averse, hardly ever even leaves her house and her studio. Some people are unkind about it. There are expectations about how many hands you must shake and how many cheeks you must kiss at events, and she never meets them. There was one time I can remember that a large donor to the MET got drunk and he walked up to her, then slid his arm across her shoulder; she started having a panic attack and her agent quickly ushered her away and then came back to apologize for Y/n’s abrupt departure.”

“I thought she was scared of dogs. If it wasn’t about dogs then…” Taehyung didn’t want the answer, but he had to ask in case he was wrong. “Did I really scare her that badly that she passed out? I didn’t know but I wouldn’t ever touch someone if they didn’t want me to, not on purpose.”

Namjoon shook his head. “I think it’s more complicated than that. I don’t know the whole story, but I know her OCD comes from a fear of getting sick. The rumor is that she almost died from something as a kid, and that even though she barely survived, it damaged her heart in the process. They say she’s just scared of getting something bad again and being too weak to recover this time. I think there’s probably some truth to what I’ve heard, and I know she’s been hospitalized from the flu a few times. When she was considering offers, she asked me about how I felt South Korea handled the pandemic, and she seemed relieved when I told described it and said better than most countries, in my opinion. As for what happened at the park, I think she got scared about the bond and what it meant, and the stress was too much on her heart, so she lost consciousness as her body tried to cope: stress increases your heartrate and raises your blood pressure and if they get too high then some people pass out.”

Yoongi, who they all had forgotten was there since he’d been quiet, finally spoke up. “I hate to be the one to say it, but if this is all true…” He looked at all of them before his eyes landed on Taehyung again, and he grimaced, “how are you two going to survive if she won’t touch you? You might have a month before digestive transmutation, but after that, if you guys can’t figure something out, then you won’t have long past that.”

They all went silent, realizing how dire the situation was, and Taehyung was panicking inside. He’d always wanted a soulmate, however unlikely, and he wanted to be the perfect soulmate, but in her mind there probably was no perfect soulmate. He didn’t want her to be forced to face her fears of touch constantly so they wouldn’t starve, but he didn’t want them to die either. He needed a perfect solution that didn’t exist, but they’d have to start brainstorming, so she needs to be awake to talk with him.

“Is it normal for someone to be unconscious for so long after passing out?” Taehyung left it open for anyone to answer but Namjoon beat the rest.

“Thirty minutes isn’t abnormal per se.” He stood up to face them all. “She woke up a few minutes ago. I’d told the doctor about how it might be a heart thing triggered by stress, or at least that it was my theory and why I thought that. He called me back and asked if I’d come, she woke up and she’s a little bit confused and scared, so he thought a familiar face would be best at first. He wants me to talk with her before you do, explain what’s going on and see how she’s doing before we bring you in.”

“But I’m her soulmate.”

“I know, Tae, I know. He thinks that her trying to talk you first, when there’s so much pressure and so many more feelings between you two, might be overwhelming.” Namjoon gently touched his shoulder. “I promise, as soon as she’s ready, I’ll come out to get you. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Thank you.” Namjoon had removed his hand and almost had his hand on the doorknob when Tae spoke up again, quietly. “Tell her I’m sorry and I can’t wait to see her again, please.”

Namjoon nodded before he went inside and shut the door behind him with a soft click.

#fanfic #fanfiction #bts #reader #bts fic #bts fanfic #fic #bts fanfiction #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #bts v

[charleslee-valentine]

For the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fanworks Event Day 3: Alternate Universe

One where both twins survive

Ship(s): None

Word Count: ~1,500

Warnings: Description of injuries, blood, mild panic attack, picking/harmful stimming.

@texas-chainsaw-fanworks

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The hospital keeps little mittens on his hands so he doesn’t pick his scabs.

The sutures on his face are his favorite.

Nubbins has been in here for a long time. They can’t blame him when his body gets overwhelmed by the pain and the itch. Digging his nails into the unwelcome feelings makes them go away. Makes his thoughts calm down a little anyways.

When he’s alone for too long, he gets a little unsteady.

He’d never been to the hospital before, and now he’s been trapped here for months. It’ll be just a little longer now, until they can take the stuff holding his jaw together back out. That’s what Drayton told him anyways, translating what the mean old doctors were saying into words he could understand.

It got scary, when he didn’t have one of his brothers here. All on his own, freezing cold, not allowed to hum or play or pick, forced to act by their standards. He hates them all. Almost as much as he hates the neighbor girl for pushing him in the road.

Almost as much as he hates his twin brother for leaving him.

He knew Nubbins couldn’t come with him. He knew that! And then he went anyways! It made him so angry he could just-

A faint gasping cry echoes in the hallway. It sounds like one of the nurses maybe, sounds like going into shock.

If he could get up, he would, but he’s forced into this dumb bed still, so he stays put, stretching his neck so far it hurts from trying to see what’s going on.

Whatever’s happening, there’s blood out there.

Nubbins always thought being afraid of blood was stupid. Then again, he also thought he was safe on the road.

Here they were.

He’s never being sure of anything again.

Unless that counts as being sure of being unsure. Even through the cloth wrapped around his hands, he scratches at his skin. He’s just- he’s angry! There’s so much buzzing underneath his skin and he just wants out!

Nubbins balls up his hands and hits. Anywhere he can reach. His arms, his chest, his legs, and dammit he can’t even feel it in his legs. The beepy-sound the screen beside him makes to measure his heart gets loud and fast.

But nobody comes to check on him.

A sick, sweaty kind of feeling rises up in his chest. It’s panic. He is afraid.

That blood must mean something.

Maybe he’s hurt again.

But no. The nurses do come, eventually, but they’re different from his usual ones. They aren’t there for him.

It’s another patient. Another Sawyer patient.

“Wh-What is he doin’ here?”

Like he’s stupid, like he’s a child, they explain it slow. They say his brother got hurt in the war and had to come to the hospital to get put back together. Just because they’re family they’re getting shoved in the same room. The Veterans hospital was too expensive to keep him, so here he is. Invading Nubbins’ space.

Bobby smiles and waves like nothing is wrong.

“Nubbins!!”

Nubbins folds his arms, at least as best he can, given he’s just regaining motion in them, and shouts, “No!! D-Don’t you t-talk to me! I hate you!”

It seems to cut Bobby deep. He practically whines, like he used to when they were little and pitching fits to get what they wanted, “Nuh uh! You-You love me f-forever! I’m your brother!”

The angry in Nubbins’ heart mixes up with those memories of his brother and gets sorta tangled. In a way that makes him queasy.

He covers his ears with his hands, “Shut up! Sh-Shut up!!”

“Why sh-should I?” Bobby argues right away, loud as he can to defy the order.

So Nubbins explains why, grumpy that Bobby couldn’t just get it on his own and leave him be, “‘Cause I-I’m mad at you... B-But if you stays q-quiet, I might ch-change my mind.”

Guilt made him add that last part. Drayton always taught them you could love someone, but didn’t have to like them. He still loves his twin. It’s just confusing when he doesn’t like him. Like he doesn’t know whether to be upset or not. Nubbins wants to like him.

Bobby tries to comply and be silent. Really, he does, and it’s clear in the loud beeping of their neighboring machines being the only sound. He gives in eventually as it drones on, “But Nubbins-“

“Shhhhh!”

“Okay.”

Nubbins’ thoughts are like mushy applesauce. Like rot after it’s already sunk in deep through the body of a raccoon or a opossum on the side of the road. None of it makes sense and it’s all just too much. Nubbins angrily swishes his hands in the air to kill some of those bad feelings bubbled up in his body.

The silence lasts this time. Gives Nubbins a moment to just be a little spastic until he’s ready to speak.

“I-I’m mad a-at you.” He finally announces, voice sounding a little wavy and strained.

“W-What’d I do?” Bobby asks, and it’s genuine.

So Nubbins answers genuine back, simple facts without all those mean emotions getting in the way, “You left.”

“Oh. Y-Yeah.” Bobby nods, like he’s going to accept it, but then a thought occurs to him. He raises shoulders up a little so it’s known he’s going to speak before he even starts, “B-But I..I didn’t want to.”

They’d tried to tell him that. Bobby said so in his letters home, and Drayton put it into words, bringing what the paper said (and what Nubbins couldn’t read) to life.

Nubbins hadn’t believed either of them.

He thought that’s just what was said to make him feel better.

Now he feels the need to defend his pain, “I was a-alone. Forever.”

Bobby nods again, like he gets it, but he taps the big stitches and staples and leaky bandages on the side of his head, “I got hurt. Y-You can see it. L-Look at my head. A..A machete d-did that.”

“We-Well I c’ain’t e-even walk!” Nubbins shouts it in frustration.

That truck stole a lot of things from him that day.

None of them hurt as bad as when the government stole Bobby away to go fight.

Maybe. Maybe his anger was never really at his brother anyway. That's the most confusing part. Still, he’s willing to listen now and answer Bobby’s questions cooperatively.

For starts, Bobby seems confused by the confession Nubbins made, “Didja for-forget how?”

“I got huh-hurt too.” Nubbins explains, showing the scars down the backs of his arms from all the pins they put in to fix his bones, and turning his head to show the big sutures on his face from his jaw problem.

Bobby doesn’t even hesitate to reassure him, at the sight of his brother hurt, just like the way it used to be, “The doctors’ll.. th-they’ll getcha all better! They’s helped me l-lots. ‘Til.. ‘Til I tore my scab o-off. Nurse lady run o-outta there screamin’!”

So that explains that. The bloody woman must’ve tried to help him and got scared off. Nubbins wonders how bad it is under the bandages on Bobby’s head, but he doesn’t ask. That would be not nice.

Nubbins doesn’t want to be not nice anymore. Maybe he forgives too easily or something, but he’s not mad anymore. It still hurts that Bobby left, but they both suffered together, even far far apart.

Always connected.

He giggles at Bobby’s story and shows the thick mittens still on his hands, another thing they have in common, “Y-You pick ‘em too?”

Bobby nods in agreement, but he does it too fast and looks like he gets sick and dizzy. After a moment, he lays his head down on his pillows, a little pale.

It makes Nubbins feel yucky. Like he might lose him.

He whispers, “Are w-we gonna be.. o-okay?”

Bobby looks all around the room before he answers, just as quiet, “I-I think so. We’re to-together again so’s.. that-that’s gotta be good. R-Right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I-I think you’re right. We’ll get out, a-and we’ll go home. We-We can’t play by the road but..but we can.. we can have fun again!” Nubbins gets all excited when thinking about having fun again makes his heart and his stomach feel better.

Until a thought occurs to him, and his smile drops away a little, “D-Do you still want to?”

Bobby doesn’t hesitate to encourage him, “‘Course! Me an’ you, Nubs, a-and Bubba too!”

And Nubbins believes it. Maybe it’s dumb but he doesn’t wanna hate his brother forever. They promised they’d be together all their lives, and that was broken. But maybe now it won’t be.

They’re both busted up. The family’s gonna have to give them some space, and they’ll spend it all telling each other about the last year. Maybe it’ll be like he never even left.

It makes Nubbins happy. His hands flutter about and show it. It hurts a little in his shoulders and chest, but he doesn’t care. He shakes and wiggles and claps all the good energy out into the world.

Bobby joins him. He makes noise when he does it, always has. A little hummy sound that gets higher based on how much his arms is wiggling.

It’s comfortable. Familiar. Happy.

#tcmfanevent #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #bobby sawyer #tcm 1974 #tcm 2 #tcm fanfic #my moodboards #my writing

[patrochillesvibes]

Are there any possible "Sex Sent Me To The ER" scenarios with Patrochilles?😈😈

I once read a fic with a sounding incident!

And I did co-write a fic involving anal tears with @knicknocknick

I’m sorry anon, but I don’t really have the most thrilling answers for you 😔 See, Patroclus is an excellent Daddy who takes very good care of his bratchilles. Of course there have been incidents, but nothing so serious...

They both end up with quite a bit of bruising. Achilles has a preference for very hard spankings, so his backside will often be thoroughly bruised. Pat loves to manhandle Achilles and Achilles loves to be manhandled. Achilles usually has fingerprint bruising on his hips/waist.

Achilles is a biter and scratcher. Especially when Achilles gets his nails done, Pat’s back will be scratched up. Pat often sports bite marks along his shoulders. Achilles in turn will often have some beard burn along his inner thigh and in a *ahem* more intimate area.

More than once Achilles has hit his head on the headboard from the force of Pat’s thrusts, but that usually only leaves (at most) a lump.

A few times they fell off the bed, but (at most) that was more bruising and perhaps a hurt wrist. Achilles usually finds it funny and is eager to resume from this new position.

Achilles is prissy about only one thing: rug burns. He HATES them. He’s one of those crazy people with a 25-step skincare routine, so it really fucking bothers him when his skin gets irritated. Whenever Achilles is on his knees and carpet/rug is involved, he must have a blanket, pillow, or something. He will whine and bitch endlessly otherwise.

Anal tears are not common but have happened. It’s usually from Achilles saying he’s already prepped (not a lie, but it was a rushed job) and Pat believing him. See, Patroclus is big. He’s at least 8-inches and THICK. Achilles is the biggest baby when he gets a tear. He will act like he’s dying.

In my hcs, Achilles is physically smaller than Pat. He’s at most 5’8” and lithe with toned, not bulky, muscles (cross between a distance runner and a gymnast) (<- all to maintain the androgynous look). But he is by no means “light.” Being a spoiled princess, he often insists on being carried. Please everyone, let’s say a silent prayer 🙏 for Pat’s back. Pat has definitely thrown out his back more than once. Of course this never deters Achilles who will just ride Pat until his back is better.

Patroclus is extremely picky about restraints. He absolutely hates handcuffs (they’re dangerous) (Achilles got locked in a pair once bcs he absentmindedly threw away the key. No injuries, but Pat did have to go to Walmart at 2am to buy bolt cutters). The regular cuffs they use are of the finest leather and are well-padded. There will be no wrist injuries (or gods forbid ankle injuries 😱) under Pat’s watch.

They’re not into rope play (they tried it once and Achilles had a panic attack from like a PTSD thing), so no rope injuries thank goodness.

Achilles is really into breath play, of course, but Pat’s a doctor so it’s fine. Mostly Achilles just enjoys the feeling of Pat’s palm around his throat. HOWEVER unrelated to breath play, Achilles has blacked out from an orgasm as well as fainted during scenes. The fainting was from not eating enough. Pat’s a doctor, so he was able to take care of him. Pat too has blacked out from am orgasm on more than one occasion (the first time it happened Achilles got very scared and had a panic attack).

Probably the most “extreme” injury was when Pat broke his nose. It was one of those infamous bathroom incidents. Let’s just say that some vigorous thrusting led to some bottles of body gels getting knocked over which in turn led to Pat tripping and smashing his face into shower tile. Pat was able to fix himself up, so no ER. It really freaked Achilles out tho to the point where he almost fainted. For a few days after they had to be very careful with kissing which made Achilles very anxious (he did a lot of fretting over Pat).

Achilles is a big fan of beach sex (not Pat), but rarely is it an enjoyable experience for either of them. Which Achilles always conveniently forgets despite whining for days afterwards about rashes from the sand and having to douche to clear out sand in most unfortunate places. Sand has gotten under their foreskin too. Ouch.

Speaking of outdoor sex...

Mosquitos adore Achilles. Once they went hiking and a quickie on the trail was ruined by mosquitos (at first Achilles was really into Pat slapping him, but he prefers to get slapped on the ass not other bony parts of his body) Achilles was an absolute miserable bitch for the rest of the day due to the itchy bites and ruined orgasm.

They once took a holiday at a lake house. There was a little private dock for a rowboat and two kayaks. A quickie on the dock led to Achilles getting a splinter in his ass. Pat found it hilarious. Achilles found it humiliating and was so upset with Pat.

There was also a most unfortunate incident with fire ants. That was also on a hike. Their selection of a spot for a picnic lunch was poor and made worse when dessert turned into sex. Thankfully the number of bites were manageable (the tears Achilles shed was probably worse).

And now for the one time where they did actually go to the hospital:

It was their anniversary. They’re both healthy and robust, but Achilles’ stamina is a bit higher than Pat’s. It’s never usually a problem. Except this was a very special anniversary and, naturally, they planned to spend most of their anniversary fucking. Achilles gently suggests maybe trying Viagra which he just so happens to have brought with him. Because it’s in a prescription bottle, Pat assumes he got it from his doctor. He didn’t. He got it from a random hotel employee. Let’s just say it was a special concoction similar to what male porn stars use (in Achilles defense he honestly thought it was regular Viagra). Pat noticed by hour 5 something was up, and by hour 6 he was in the ER from the pain of an engorged dick. Pat had never been in such pain in his life. The drs and nurses were laughing at the 'stupid tourists'. (Achilles did not see the danger in the situation and was not at all happy about leaving their hotel room. He believed that more orgasms would solve the problem.)

Thank you for the ask! Do you have any hcs on this?

#ask #hcs #my hcs #patrochilles #Patroclus #Achilles #I love answering asks! #patrochilles hcs

[not-in-the-library]

So I watched the amazing colossal man and I am so emo over it, first order of business is a rewrite in the form of a list

We don’t start right in the action, we see Glen interacting with his peers, I’m thinking he’s a bit younger, not a colonel

The experiment and incident might be the same, but I’m debating whether or not he’s military at all. He is for now

He keeps his hair and it continues to grow with him, it’s a pain to keep cutting it but it pays off in the end

Carol reveal stays the same, but much more tense obvi

He’s still in a coma for a few days, but doesn’t wake up fucking huge, I reckon he’s anywhere from 8-11 feet tall, enough to freak out but be manageable

He wakes up surrounded by doctors, not understanding what’s going on until he notices something is Not Right, he has a panic attack and they sedate him

He wakes up later, a little bit bigger and still freaking the fuck out, he asks that Carol not see him like this

He’s cooperating with doctors to figure out what’s going on and he’s very respectful and hopeful

Carol eventually finds him and they are both freaking out

She???? Maybe faints??? And is gaslit into thinking that never happened???

Or maybe drama??? She wakes up and starts fighting to see him and she’s almost to him when he steps in?? Idk, maybe not. Either way she’s seen too much and he’s not doing great mentally so she stays with him

I want to see how he interacts with staff, doctors, soldiers, security, I think he feels stifles but knows why this is necessary

That scene where he flips his shit over the chair minus the screams,, maybe he puts his hand down to hold himself up and breaks it,,, he picks it up but he is going to vomit,, he never properly clocked that there was a consequence to him not being gentle

He’s trying to make the most of it, watching movies, listening to music, playing games, but it is just. A lot.

He’s hanging out in an underground storage facility

Yes they know he might grow out of it

Pfft no that can’t happen pfft

His growth spurts we see on screen, except for potential time skips

Carol is still very supportive through all this and becomes friends with some of the staff there

Arranging dates and such the whole time

His heart is still an issue, and his brain is starting to deteriorate, but he’s never aggressive towards anyone like he is in the movie, his issue is much less his life and freak status,, more so how he’s a destructive thing and he is trying his damndest not to be

He has to hold on…. For Carol……….

As his brain begins to deteriorate, he gets super anxious and paranoid

He hears about his heart but assumes they’re doing it to him on purpose, and starts plotting for him and Carol to leave

As he’s started to slip, he’s stopped cutting his hair

Hes being super clingy and looking over his shoulder all weird, blocking doorways from Carol and generally caging her in

Once they get a moment if privacy he tells her that they plan to kill him and they need to leave (they are on the brink of a cure)

Carol tells him this and he’s like nonnononononononono you don’t understand, they’ve tricked you, you don’t know what you’re saying

She’s obviously creeped out and is going to go snitch to the doctors but decides not to

Meanwhile he is freaking the fuck out trying to figure out how to leave when his guard buddy is trying to be chummy and bro is in tears asking for help and when soldier bro isn’t really giving him the keys outta there he grabs him and is honestly pleading, not wanting to hurt him, but it’s enough to trigger some kind of panic button and immediately security pulls up and bro FLIPS

Carol is there, she wants him to stop but security is trying to get her out of there,, Glen swats the dude away and grabs her, and starts trying to escape, completely tearing through the entire wall the door is on

Crawling through hallways,, tearing shit up, it’s hell

Cut to them on the surface, glens face and hands are bloodied, you don’t know if it’s all his own or not, all kinds of glass and metals are stuck in his skin and he’s just basking in the fresh air for the first time in months

Carol is in his fist, unhurt, a bit banged up, bruised and scraped but fine, she’s in tears

He just holds her to his chest and lumbers away without direction

He’s walking nonstop, no plan on resting, it isn’t until Carol yells at him to stop that he does

He lets her remove as much debris as they can, but he’s still pretty bad.

He just stares. At her. It’s creepy.

He’s been quiet but she talks to him anyway, mostly being reassuring, but she’s afraid he’s gone

She asks him to lay down and try to sleep which he does, but all the while he’s still trying to corral her with his body

His hair is very long and still growing, just like him.

All throughout this time he’s having intense chest and growing pains, but recently they’ve gotten worse

He wakes up in the night, writhing in pain as he just,,, expands

Carol is horrified

Military arrives and it’s a fight

He’s animalistic, rabid, and afraid

In his head, he’s saving Carol, but he’s careless and she’s hurt in some way

He stops and just takes whatever’s coming to him

IDK HOW IT ENDS!!!!

LMK ANY IDEAS!!!

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