#would fuck me up and cause me to faint and or have a panic attack

[myfictionaldreams]

hello! i was wondering if it was possible to write a poly!marauders story about y/n using their safe word during overstimulation and the boys stopping to help them through aftercare.

i love seeing the proper use of consent in your stories and would just like to see one ab the care given when you sometimes need to stop mid way.

love your stuff!

A/N: I loved this request, thank you for sending it. I hope you (and everyone reading) are having a lovely weekend!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, angst, rough sex, intense, overstimulation, use of safe word, bdsm, dom/sub, size difference, panic attack, overwhelmed, crying, hurt/comfort, praise kink, aftercare, cuddling

Words: 2.4k

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Overwhelmed. That was one word you’d use for the current situation.

Your body was coated in all manners of different bodily fluids including sweat, spit, your juices and two other clumps of cum, one that was dribbling out of your mouth and the other was being used as lube by the third person involved.

Remus’s towering form was hunched over you, his cock pumping into your highly sensitive, sore cunt. It had been hours of intense fucking from all three of the marauders, so much so that a faint buzz had settled in your ears, muffling the voice of your boyfriend as he tried to coax another orgasm. “I know you can do one more for me love, just one more”.

“No”, was your exhausted response, eyelids drooping.

The word ‘no’ may have been muttered by you but it wasn’t necessarily a stop word, not in the current dynamic of the relationship. The four of you had a very specific dominant and submissive relationship and abided by the colour-coded safe word system, or if one of the three boys deems you’d been going for too long, everything would stop. This was meant for certain scenes to play out, you could say certain words to play along but if red or yellow was even mentioned, all trust was in the men looking after you to stop.

Even in your delirious, fucked-out mind now, you were still aware of these rules and even though it was a relentless session, you were holding out on the hope that Remus would be cuming soon, needing him to find his fulfilment.

However, the minutes ticked by and his thrusting continued with no end in sight. It hadn’t only been a long day, it had been an intense weekend. One day led into another and upon waking the euphoric, happy buzz that filled your veins with adrenaline had you instantly jumping onto one of the Marauders.

Now it was taking its toll, the pleasure seeping away and replaced with stinging, aching and discomfort. The thought of even another orgasm that would cause your pussy to flutter and spasm had a sense of dread, something you never thought would even cross your mind. However, glancing up at Remus, seeing the lust in his eyes, lips still moving in praises meant to make you feel safe and you did for the most part.

The thought of him cuming, finding his thrill and coating your insides to mix with the other Marauders cum was what kept you going and even though the safewords did momentarily cross your mind, the worry of them being upset that you were in pain and the embarrassment was enough for you to hold your tongue.

Remus slowed down his thrust, his scarred hand gripping your jaw sturdily, thumb moving to swipe across your lips, capturing the dribble of cum and pushing it into your lips. Happily, you sucked on his thumb, hoping the sight would excite him and it did for you too, the salty goodness a quick distraction.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me, just want one more orgasm Pup”, his lips found yours as he finished his sweet praises. Remus knew the exact phrases to say, he was so tentative and wanted the best for your pleasure and this only added to your own reasoning as to why you wanted him to find his end rather than your own.

James and Sirius were the same, particularly today. This may be why you were extra sensitive, the two quidditch players had sucked, licked and fucked their way to so many orgasms you’d lost count before Remus had even touched you.

Remus lifted his upper body up, leaning on his knees between your legs, still thrusting slowly and you could feel the drag of his cock against your swollen walls. With a hand on each thigh, Remus hiked your legs up higher on his hips, the grip tight, making sure the two of you were moulded together but from this angle, it meant his cock could press that little bit deeper.

This only lasted for a couple of thrusts before the tall Gryffindor was relaxing his hold on one of your legs to idly rub circles against your overused, swollen clit. The feelings almost took your breath away, imaginary sirens blaring in your mind, immediately shouting “no”, eyes clenched closed and then the word was automatically stumbling from your trembling lips, “red”.

The sensations went from overwhelming discomfort to instant relief as Remus within a second was off of your person, hands untouching and cock swiftly pulling out, leaving you throbbing but empty. 

James and Sirius were by your side in an instant as well, all three hovering over you and it was like a tidal wave of one area being overwhelmed from physical to mental. Guilt was the first one, the look of worry etched on each of their faces, you didn’t want them to feel like that, it was supposed to be a nice time, instantly regretted using the safe word.

“Love, look at us, are you ok? Did I hurt you, was it too much”? Remus’ voice was laced with regret and panic as he tried to soothe the skin of your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, your panic was engulfing, your body trembling with anxiety but this only caused the panic to increase as it felt like the world was collapsing in, the air seeming thick so you couldn’t breathe properly.

“She’s hyperventilating”, Sirius was the first to move, shifting his arm underneath your back, lifting up your body so he could easily slide behind, using himself to prop you upright. His lips hovered next to your ear, forcing you to listen to him, as the rest of him enveloped around you so his body heat could try and ground your panic attack.

James cupped your hands, holding them firmly whilst also stroking the back with his thumb in circles as Remus remained in front, cupping your face still.

Even though this situation had not happened during sex before, there had been occasions where you’d experienced panic attacks this severely and after much communication, they’d found that you liked to feel tight and contained, whether it was in a blanket that you were wrapped in or all of their bodies. The four of your bodies were still naked which also helped, to feel warm and safe in their embrace.

You were still struggling to stabilise your breathing into a normal pattern, heart pounding, feeling like impending doom, eyes tightly clenched closed but tears were still streaking down your cheeks. Remus was quick to catch these with his thumbs.

“Love, listen to my voice, I need you to look at me”, his voice was low and calm as he spoke, trying not to let his own panic about the situation dictate how he looked after you.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean- to say it-” you choked between quick breaths, beginning to feel dizzy, head attempting to lul back but unable to with the grip on it.

James lifted your hands up to his mouth, kissing your delicate fingers, shushing your words, and feeling his voice vibrate against your skin. Sirius was just the same from behind you, working with the two other marauders to use soft commands to get your breathing to calm.

“Stop talking sweetheart, I need you to open your eyes and look at me”, Remus continued, using a slight hint more authority in his tone, hoping to snap it through your anxiety. It worked as reluctantly your eyes snapped open, expecting to see him angry from stopping but all that was looking back at you were the warm eyes of Remus.

It was hard to try and rationalise any thought when your emotions were so heightened, knowing that it would have been absolutely fine otherwise but this had escalated so much in your mind that only the worst thoughts were circulating.

“Well done”, he made sure to add emphasis to the praise, to hope that you knew he truly meant it. “Now I need you to slow your breathing, keeping your eyes on me”.

The eye contact was helping but it did take a few attempts to stop trying to desperately take a deep breath. It was only when James moved your hands onto his chest that you could ground down to something, feeling his own breaths, how long he would breathe in for compared to breathing out. As you finally found any sort of rhythm with your breathing, were you able to concentrate on the others as well.

For example, Sirius’ soft commands of “in and out” as he moved his chest that was still holding you up, physically moving your body with him which helped immensely.

It took a while of stuttering and being forced to not talk but to only concentrate on your breathing, all the whilst holding eye contact with Remus. Eventually, you were calm, the sensation of doom or passing out having passed, only instead replaced with shame and embarrassment.

“That’s it, keep going, nice and slow”, Remus interrupted you as your mouth opened to speak but this was something you wanted them all to hear.

“I’m sorry”, your voice was croaky and barely above a whisper. The tears were still flowing and you were sure to look like a mess but from the sad smile Remus was giving you, he didn’t give anything away. Sirius’s gentle kiss against your neck made your heart beat a little quicker with how soft he was being, the subtle tickle of his long hair against your shoulders caused a slight shiver to pass through you.

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for”.

“But you didn’t cum”, again shame was writhe throughout your body, cheeks heating as Remus continued to make sure you looked into his eyes.

“Love, I would never cum again if it meant that you were comfortable during these moments. Don’t ever apologise for using safe words, they’re there for all of our safety, we need to listen to each other.” His words were almost like a warm blanket, muscles relaxing slightly into all of their grips. Of course, you knew he meant those words and that was what had been discussed before and agreed to, just your anxiety and panic for some reason changed your outlook on it.

Finally, the tears slowly stopped dropping and Remus’ grip of your face relaxed, the warmth disappearing was a loss but automatically you were able to relax back into Sirius’ shoulder, turning into his neck as he held you.

“Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” the words sounded just as ashamed as yours previously did.

“No, no it’s ok, it’s just sore and the thought of having another orgasm just set me off I think, I’m sor-”.

It was James to cut you off, lifting his rough hand to cover your mouth entirely, eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’m banning the word sorry from your pretty lips”. Beneath his hand, you couldn't hold back the small smile, which he felt and was speedy to remove his hand so he could see the small spark of joy in your expression. “Ah, more of that please”.

The four of you sat in momentary happiness but the discussion needed to be had so Remus gently tipped your chin in his direction with a single finger. “Talk to me, so we know what we need to be doing better next time”.

“I’m just sore and overstimulated I think and I think I forced myself to go on for too long because I wanted you to cum but it was a little overwhelming”.

“I’m sorry, Love”, it was Remus now to look distraught at causing the discomfort but you were quick to brush that away.

“No please don’t be sorry, you didn’t know I was feeling like that”.

“I think it’s something we can all learn from”, James continued speaking on everyone’s behalf, taking a moment to pause and kiss your temple before continuing. “We’ll be more careful next time and maybe check in more frequently if you’re reaching your limit rather than just using the safe words. However, it is a group effort darling, we have safe words to limit the use of red so please if you’re ever feeling remotely uncomfortable, say yellow or red. Even if it's as simple as changing positions or having a drink of water, we will discuss it to stop it from getting to the point of using the red word and you being overwhelmed. And please never feel like you have to suffer just for our benefit, we can take care of ourselves if you don't want to continue, how does that sound?”

A lump formed in your throat as you stared into the big hazel eyes of James. How could you ever be worried that they’d be upset at you, they always made it known your priority was first.

“Yes, that sounds good”, you made sure to respond verbally, smiling as you finished the sentence.

Sirius’ kiss against your cheek had you turning towards him slightly as he asked, “how does it feel now? Are you still in pain?”

“It’s just all throbbing a bit”, referring to in between your legs.

“Can we check?” Nodding your head in response, Sirius helped to lay you back into the middle of the bed, kissing your cheek one last time before easing out from behind you. Remus and Sirius checked all over your body for any signs of injuries, the most obvious being the swollen and physically throbbing cunt.

James lay beside you, talking you through everything, keeping you smiling and occupied as Sirius found some cooling gel that had been previously used to help soothe when you were overused. Then as Sirius used his wand to delicately clean up the liquids coating your body, Remus sat on the edge of the bed, making sure that you drank a full glass of water, praising you when you handed back an empty glass.

He then too joined the bed, lying on the opposite side to James and handing everyone a chunk of chocolate from his secret stash, the sugar perfectly needed. Snuggled between James and Remus, you could hear Sirius shuffling around somewhere before he casually asked, “Have you guys heard of the muggle singer David Bowie?”

“Here we go”, James muttered to himself, sitting up to see what Sirius was doing. What proceeded was a lengthy performance filled with props, very off-key singing and theatrics from Sirius who was still very naked but that added to the performance. You laughed so hard that tears were forming in the corner of your eyes.

Even though it had been a stressful night, glancing at each Sirius, Remus and James, you couldn’t help but feel grateful. They made you feel safe, warm and happy.

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[rootbeerworshiper]

Idk if u do requests but if you do could u do a fic where the reader is matts gf and she has psychic abilities/ gets alot more affected by paranormal and can dometimes see things and she goes with thr triplets to be in the sam and colby video amd she's getting targeted the whole night and she does the elevator game with mstt and sees a lady walk in on the 5th floor amd has a panic attack and matt comforts her ? That's kinda alot but 😘

All My Ghosts Matt Sturniolo x reader

warnings: panic attack and paranormal shit (obviously) otherwise just fluff !

i loveeee this request sm pls give me more!!

love, sienna <3

growing up you had always had a feeling deep down that someone or something was always watching you.

it wasn’t always in a creepy way, sometimes you’d have “imaginary friends” that only you could see, and you were told that that’s normal.

seeing figures and hearing faint laughing in the background was your normal, but you’d be lying if you said it never got to you.

you always felt different, like you understood things differently than most, on a deeper level. you felt emotions on a heavy scale, you were always referred to as an empath.

so even if you knew that what you experienced wasn’t a common occurrence to most, it was difficult getting anyone to understand you.

youtube was a safe haven for you, as dumb as that may sound. you could come home from getting teased at school and hop into bed to watch the new dan and phil video.

it was silly how many people you had watched growing up, spanning from ldshadowlady to the dolan twins, it was addictive and you simply couldn’t get enough.

eventually, you found yourself watching a channel that you were especially drawn to. a channel that talked about some of the experiences you’ve had in your life, the paranormal ones that is.

their names were sam and colby, and it didn’t take long for you to become obsessed with watching them walk through haunted hotels and asylums all while seeing and hearing things that were familiar to you.

to most it was scary, to you it was comforting. you weren’t alone in seeing those things, just some people had to look for it more than others.

you met Matt when you were working at your local panera bread. it was a normal, mostly shitty, shift but as you finished wiping down your station you heard this addicting laugh entering the store.

your head practically shot up, wanting to see where it came from, and to your surprise the contagious laugh was coming from one of three triplets.

for whatever reason they looked familiar to you but you weren’t sure why.

after some small talk you figured out they were youtubers, and this would not be the last time you saw them.

it became a regular occurrence for them to come to your workplace, sometimes just ordering a sweet tea and still leaving a tip.

Matt came in the most, always leaving you flustered behind the counter as he ordered.

eventually you exchanged socials and began talking about more than a new special, and you really enjoyed talking to him.

you had been going out with him for a few months at this point, already best friends with both of his brothers.

which leaves you to now, hanging out with your boyfriend on the couch as you explain all the shit you endured growing up, a shocked expression plastered on his precious face.

“wait you’ve seen like actual fucking figures?” he’s dumbfounded at something you were told was normal.

you just shrug. “i was always told that it was normal to have imaginary friends i don’t know. i just thought i had more than most people”

“y/n that is definitely not a normal experience oh my god that is terrifying i’m so sorry” he places his hand on your shoulder as if to console you.

it’s rare that someone realizes the pain that this small thing has caused you and you aren’t sure how to feel. “Matt it’s fine i promise. it’s just become a thing now i don’t know, i was just scared you wouldn’t believe me because it is kinda crazy”

“of course i believe you you’re my girlfriend, i just can’t believe you’ve been going through that alone” he still looks concerned but i smile to lighten the mood.

“i’m okay i just wanna cuddle with my boyfriend on the couch” he leans back, allowing you to lay comfortably on top of him and rest your head on his chest.

“i think we’re doing a colab soon and Nick wanted me to ask if you wanted to be in it”

you had been in a few videos before, but mostly just caught in the background of vlogs, saying few sentences on camera.

dating a famous youtuber definitely had its downsides, and you weren’t in the mood to deal with the hate you’d receive, even though Matt wants nothing more than to show you off.

“collab with who?” you ask, wrapping our arm around his waist and you lean in closer.

“i don’t know if you know who they are but their names are sam and colby and i think they make like-“

“shut the fuck up no way!” he looks just as confused and he is intrigued at your sudden jump off of his chest.

you place your hand on his chest to stabilize yourself. “i used to be obsessed with them throughout like all of middle school and most of high school” you smile

“so that’s a yes?” he asks, looking up at you with pure lust in his eyes.

you hadn’t actually though about it, too excited over the fact that the youtubers you once watched were talking to your boyfriend.

as fun and surreal as it would be, you can’t help but think about how nerve wracking it would be. but you love your boyfriend, and you love sam and colby, so you nod. “that’s exactly what that means”

it had been a few months since that conversation, and you are now in Texas, preparing to film in the most haunted hotel there.

at this point your nerves have subsided, you’ve met both sam and colby (somehow managing to play it cool) and you feel comfortable with them.

a sense of excitement has taken over and you welcome it with open arms, feeling like a kid again, even if you are actually 20.

“you ready?” Matt looks down to you as sam sets up the camera.

you nod and smile, butterflies in your stomach as you imagine the fun you’re about to have with some of your favourite people.

the 6 of you are standing in the lobby, an open area filled with gold framed art work and marble flooring at your disposal.

you can’t help but hold matt’s hand the moment the camera is turned towards you, the confident feeling you had moment prior slowly escaping you.

the intro goes as it always does, a bit of a premise for what’s to come and an introduction to the guests.

it all feels surreal but eventually you begin exploring the hotel.

everything is okay at first, jokes being cracked about ghosts and sam making fun of Matt’s fear of elevators, you haven’t noticed anything yet.

that is until you feel a small tug on your shirt from behind and immediately jump, clutching onto Matt.

“holy shit what was that?” Chris asks, voice filled with concern as he back away.

“something just tugged on my shirt holy shit”

Matt just hugs you back, he can already see the edits but he’s more focused on making you comfortable. “i think that was Samantha” Colby says from behind the camera. “apparently she likes to tug on clothing and even tickle guests at the hotel”

this just sends a shiver down your spine but you try to keep a brave face, especially considering you had only been filming for about 20 minutes. “hello Samantha!” you joke, shaking away the nerves and letting go of your boyfriend.

the video continues, and you all continue to walk through the haunted space, occasionally hearing knocking and footsteps. but it brings you a small sense of comfort knowing that everyone hears it, you aren’t alone.

you make it to the most haunted room, room 525 where two women passed away tragically in the bathtub. “who ripped ass in here oh my god” Nick groans, furrowing his eyebrows and plugging his nose instantly.

it truly smells terrible, but for whatever reason you’ve smelt only before. a few years ago you were with some friends in Boston when you explored some tunnels under a bridge, it was said that multiple people had overdosed there, leaving it haunted.

the smell of the tunnels is almost identical to the smell of the room, but you avoid telling anyone about it, not wanting to talk on camera more than you have to.

although the group is only in there momentarily, you hear something coming from the bathroom.

a scream. coming from a woman.

you try to hide the look of terror that appears on your face when you jump back. “did anyone else hear that?” you ask, not wanting to be the only one. you notice the camera that appears in your face almost instantly.

except you were the only one, unless its heard on the footage later. “what did you hear?” Matt asks looking towards you with all of his attention.

“just a uh woman screaming i don’t know” you rub your hands on your face, attempting to gain composure. “she sounded terrified”

“we’ll definitely have to do an investigation in here later” Sam says, but inevitably you all leave the room to go explore more.

and you do just that, exploring all different areas of the haunted hotel.

the nerves have gone away slightly, and although you still see the occasional figure in the corner, you just avoid mentioning it, not wanting to come off as a fake.

Colby then brings up the idea of an elevator ritual, and Nick and Chris have made it their mission to send you and Matt on that quest, alone.

you aren’t normally terrified of elevators, not nearly as much as your boyfriend, but the idea of a woman spirit (who you may see) joining you on the 5th floor makes you uneasy.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want, i can go in alone” Matt looks down to you, whispering quietly to avoid being heard by the others.

you feel stupid, Matt’s the one with the elevator fear, no way he should go in alone. “no Matt i’m good, i’ll just cry in the fetal position if it comes down to it”

he laughs and places a kiss to your temple, out of frame of course.

and so it’s settled. you and Matt will take place in the ritual, spanning from almost every floor of the hotel, while the boys below use something called the “onvoy” to talk to spirits.

they make a few jokes about what they’ll do if you die in there and say their “goodbyes”.

you and Matt head into the elevator that has just opened without any buttons pressed, camera in hand.

(i’m making up random numbers here bc i cant be bothered to copy every one from the vid so ignore that)

“okay first floor is… floor 4” you say, Matt immediately presses the button and you go up.

it continues like that for majority of the floors, just the door opening and no one out there. this isn’t too bad.

this is until the 5th floor, where Matt has to invite a woman into the elevator with you.

to the average person with little belief in ghosts, this would be nothing, funny even. but to you? the moment he finished that sentence you felt a breeze run across your chest.

all of a sudden, the small box felt smaller. your breathing increased as the elevator door shut and you just grabbed onto Matt’s hand. you try your best to breathe but it feels like you can’t inhale. like the presence of a ghostly woman has literally taken up to much space for you to receive oxygen.

Matt notices immediately by the way you squeeze your eyes shut and for whatever reason the elevator stops.

“oh my god holy fuck” you mutter out. he helps you to the floor and you bring your knees up to your chest. by this point the camera has been tossed to the side as Matt sits next to you.

“breathe y/n you’re okay” he rubs your back and begins taking deep breaths for you to follow along.

“i should be comforting you- the elevators stuck and your scared and-“ you blurt out in between quick breaths.

he gently grabs the side of your face to turn you towards him. “look at me” you bring your eyes to his, you’re lip now quivering. “what happened? you can tell me i’ll believe anything you say okay?”

“i can feel her in here Matt. like i felt her walk in and now the elevator feels smaller and-“ you throw your head back against the wall of the elevator.

“remember when you helped me with my panic attack?” he holds both of your hands and you nod. “i need you to do what you told me to do”

“focus on me. don’t focus on the elevator or the ghosts just look at me okay?” you bring your eyes back to him. “now you just have to match my breathing yeah?”

he takes long, loud deep breaths and slowly you are able to follow along, feeling less stressed than before. the moment you’ve caught up on your breathing you place your head on his shoulder, fully relaxing into him.

“i’m so sorry you have to see shit like that it’s probably terrifying” he now rubs your shoulder.

even though you are locked in an elevator in a haunted hotel in an unfamiliar state, you feel mostly okay, because you have Matt.

suddenly the elevator begins moving again, going down. a wave of relief washes over you because the fact that it’s going down means the ritual didn’t work.

Matt begins to stand up, reaching his hand out to help you up as well and he films a very quick summery of what just happened (minus your full fledged panic attack)

everything’s okay again. you land on the main floor to meet the boys once again and although your terrified, you know that you have people here that support you, and that means more than any ghost ever will.

a/n: i hope i did this justice bc i had so much fun writing it!! ily anon

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[underscorewriting]

In another life. | Leon S. Kennedy

Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing

Word count: 1072 words

"When we get out of here, you know you're not gonna get rid of me easily, right?"

The girls voice was filled with relief as they finally escaped the police station, leaving all the nasty creatures behind. Thinking the only time they'll return to her, will be as demons in her nightmares.

But she was wrong because they did need to return, they needed to go back to the place where everything started, the place where a traumatizing sight made her heart clench for the man that saved her.

"Fuck, maybe I should just leave you behind then." The man answered in a playful way, his eyebrow rising teasingly as he couldn't hide the smile sneaking onto his face, making his comment seem like a promise.

A promise that he won't leave her.

A promise that he wouldn't mind having her around.

But most importantly a promise that they were going to get out of this nightmare, together.

A soft smile settled on the girls face as she followed him. She would follow him anywhere if it meant her won't leave her behind.

Staying quiet she followed Leon with her flashlight in her hand, her breathing quickened with each step they took towards the police station. The man didn't have any time to even think about the dangers that lay ahead or could still be back at the station. He wanted to go in and get out as fast as they could without one of them being fatally hurt.

'You're not gonna get rid of me' She repeated in her mind as she followed Leons every step. Her mind was going everywhere. To the zombies before them, to the zombies behind them. Everything scared her, but the fact that Leon was there with her made her feel at ease with maybe dying.

After all, someone would care.

He would care.

Leon was her anchor to reality at this point. She barely knew him, but he might be the last person she ever will know. "Leon if..." She started but stopped herself as he turned around, his eyes stern. He would not let her finish this sentence. Her words dying down in her throat.

"Sorry, officer." A faint smile was playing on his lips as he studied her for a second. "I'm gonna need to get used to that." He mumbled under his breath as he barely breathed out a chuckle.

"Come on now, we have to find-"

A loud crash made both of them take a step back. Leons arm was stretched in front of her, making her know that he would do anything in his power to keep her from getting hurt.

To keep her from dying.

In front of them was a tall man with a hat and coat. The girl couldn't look up to his face if she tried, he was tall. Inhumanly tall.

"Run." Leon whispered as he turned around and pushed her as she was in a state of shock. "Run!" His voice left no room for hesitation, as her feet quickly started to burn with the desire to run and hide. Her heart beating fast. Her heart beating fast enough to break out of her rib cage. All she could focus on was taking the right doors, the shots that left Leons pistol as he tried to shoot down the mysterious man.

Nothing worked, she could hear him curse.

Leon was uneasy? She was having a whole panic attack.

What she didn't notice was a Licker over their heads as they finally put some distance between them and Mr.X. "Fuck, that fucker was invulnerable." Leon panted. "What was that?" Her voice was shaking. as she put her hands on her thighs trying to catch her breath. "Leon, what was that?" Her voice was louder than before, causing the Licker to notice them and launch itself at them.

The Licker grabbed the girl, causing her to scream out in pain. Her scream was blood curdling, Leon was quick to kill the Licker but he was to late, the girl was on the floor clutching onto her side. Blood was oozing from between her fingers and her breath was flat.

"Leon?"

He couldn't breath, he felt as if he was going to suffocate looking at her laying there.

"Y/N..." His voice broke as he kneeled next to her, a pool of blood surrounding her.

"I guess you really have to leave me behind, huh?" A pain-filled chuckle escaped her drying lips, followed by a wince.

"Don't say that, I'll get you out of here. I promised you, sweetheart." Leon chuckled hectic as he pressed onto her wound with one hand.

Rip.

He quickly ripped his shirt apart before he wrapped it tightly around her side. He knew it wasn't going to help her. Not as much as he hoped at least.

"Okay..you got to keep going okay?" He smiled sadly down at her as he pressed his hands onto her wound again. The bandage he made up already being drenched in blood.

"It's no use Leon.." A soft smile played on her lips as her eyes were glossy. "I really like your eyes..." Her voice was quiet, weak. "I think I'll be okay with them being the last thing I see."

Leon couldn't help but shake his head. "No, you're gonna live and we'll get out of here. You hear me, Y/N?" A soft chuckle made it past his lips as his eyes filled with angry tears.

He knew he couldn't keep his promise to her.

"Who's gonna annoy me when you're gone, pretty girl?" His voice broke as he smiled faintly down at her. A weak giggle filled the silence.

"So you do fancy me, officer?"

Fuck he did. He couldn't think about a minute without her by his side. Not after everything they went through.

Her hand went up to caress his cheek, blood smearing onto it. He didn't care, he couldn't find it in his heart to care about the blood staining his pale skin.

"Endless like the ocean..."

He could hear that she was fading.

He didn't want her to fade.

He didn't want her light to fade.

"I promise I'll find you again, pretty girl." He heard heavy steps coming closer. He didn't want to leave her.

Lonesome tears dripped from her eyes as she nodded.

"If not now, then in another life?"

Leon couldn't suppress the tears leaving his eyes as he nodded.

"In another life."

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 2 #re2 remake #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon x you #leon x reader #leon fluff #leon s kennedy fluff

[freehounyaoi]

HALF LIFE VRAI (+gorgeous & og gordon) HEADCANONS IF YOU EVEN CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BENREY WOOO

during. the end, he had 2 extra eyes, one above his left eye one below his right eye, now he has scars where they laid, they’re faint but he. is autistic im sorry he’s too me to not be he had a tail during the end too faint freckles ^_^ he REALLY likes red meat he likes blue flavor, not blueberries, not blue raspberry, blue stubble YAYY specifically in end, benreys feet to knees and hands to elbows fade into rlly dark blue/black looks like he’s dying of illness but like. has never been sick disassociates very often very touch very very touchy polyamorous, exes with forzen & is now crushing on both Tommy & gordon orphaned, kinda lived on his own since he isn’t human, picked his own name doesn’t actually have brothers, he’s a loser breaths through his mouth esp when he’s comfortable weird but like imagine he’s cuddled up to someone and he just yeah

COOMER YAYYY

fat, idc i’m right

gender-fluid, transmasc & gay ^_^ old man yaoi with bubby YAYYY

cool little funky punching enhancement thingies

big ol’ doe brown eyes

brunette hair before he started graying

after the resonance cascade he retired, they deserve it

has nightmares over clones. a lot, a big lot

autistic, everyone knows the science team kinda is autistic,

going off the autistic thing, one of his vocal stims is hello gordon

loves talking, loves it so much, he loves just talking to people she likes

has a high score on punch out & that one punching game where you punch the punching bag to get evaluated on

the reason is divorced because he realized he was gay

hawaiian shirts FTW!!

(most of these are somewhat canon, holly (his va) headcanons him as transmasc, short and stocky, and 5’4!)

Bubbster

Intersex & bisexual (idc if gir hcs him as straight it’s my world now/pf)

if he didn’t live with Coomer after the resonance cascade, he’d probably just be a basement dweller and just sit in the corner and cry

Bionic legs :3

canonically test tube baby, he’s probably really freaked the fuck out over it & has had genuine panic attacks over being artificially made, only in front of coomer

literally always has epi-pens for coomer

naturally(?) ginger idk what you wanna consider it, he’s canonically like 6 but in my head he’s like 67, he’s been locked in black mesa for 67 years

blue eyes

has a leather jacket with a tiger on it he will wear just to do so

has made the science team watch scrubs.. twice

picks at skin as a stress tick

has tourettes

near blind

when he got his bionic heart he died so he will sometimes just be like “hey guys i’ve died before”

being put back in the tube after betraying gordon was one of the worst things he’s been through, it was terrifying

GORDON FEETMAN!!!

also fat

joshua exists but he was an accidental pregnancy (gordon seahorse father yayy)

ftm based off last hc, that’s just canon cuz i said so

joshua is like, 9 in my head so gordon had him at like 18

bisexual

has a crush on benrey (canon but yk)

mexican and african

curly ass hair, takes really good care of it, always smells nice

bilingual

blind in left eye, 25% prescription in right eye

feels guilty as fuck even when everyone would joke about him being the cause of the RC

also autistic

wayne did not dk him justice when he lost his hand, he was screaming so gutturally loud it was painful, he strained his voice so bad, the pain was so excruciatingly terrible

tommy genuinely was the only one he could trust after benrey & bubby turned their backs on him, and that sucked because his feelings for benrey before that point were getting to him

only was adamant about not being friends with benrey at the end because of the betrayal, he wanted to hate benrey

tommy is like his. comfort friend, he doesn’t have to worry about him.. he does but he always feels comfy around him

Tommy cool man

Autistic, ADHD, PTSD and OCD

G man species, half human

strawberry enthusiasts:3 (me too)

every flavor tic tac enthusiast, always give the science team tic tacs like all the time

not very good at games enjoys playing them though

very touchy for multiple reasons

Sunkist service dog for multiple things as well, helps with panic attacks, PTSD symptoms, anxiety attacks etc

Tommy doesn’t know how Sunkist was trained to do all this, he made her sk he just kinda accepts it for how she is, and loves her

compression hugs, likes being laid on top of, it’s comforting

looks scrawny but can like. genuinely pick up all the science team & benrey with ease

started collecting propeller hats after the RC

the reason he can read sweet voice is cuz g-man species

thinking about getting a cat, maine coon or norwegian forest cat, he likes big ass animals

Sunkist is LARGE like large as fuck for a golden Tommy made sure she was huge

milk enjoyer :3 drinks it with most of his meals

wears readers

ANGEL KISSES!! (moles or beauty marks whatever you wanna call them)

tooth gap :3

walks on tiptoes

Gorgeous

6’7

cuts his hair into a fringe, lets it grow out to shoulder length, then cuts it fringe, never ending cycle

beauty marks man

freckles too

nobody fucking knows his trauma

doesn’t understand why he can understand cicero?? he just.. can??

learned ASL as a kid

clearly has some form of mommy issues he will not touch on

wears solid colors, he doesn’t wear shirts with decals, or anything, a. he doesn’t like them. b. for ASL purpose, it’s recommended to wear light/dark clothes (light in his case) depending on your skin tone to MAKE it easier to read sign, usually in light pink

prefers skirts cuz.. they’re comfy, usually knee & ankle length.. sometimes he will wear mini skirts……. cuz he’s gross

actually hates head crabs.

would be a nudist if it was sociably acceptable

actually really enjoys video games! he doesn’t talk about it, he’s good at them too

he’s a dog person, he wants a saint bernard

freeman YAYY

6’

beauty marks

patchy beard

dark hazel eyes

starting to grey, short pony tail

has scars from his HEV suit

actually lost his hearing DUE to the RC, his mother was deaf so that’s why he knows ASL, it completely shot out his hearing

has always dressed nice

cat person

Alyx is like his daughter to him

i can’t decide if he’s trans or not

same situation with gorgeous, he wears solid colors for ASL purpose

him and cicero have yet to find a way to communicate

when he found out alyx learned ASL for her boyfriend (this is canon, was planned for episode 3) he was over the moon

enjoys IASIP (it’s always sunny in philadelphia)

scary when he’s pissed off

G-Manual samual

major RBF

scottish

moles kuz hes kawaii

wears readers

hes autistic

going on with him being autistic, the fabric his suits are a comfort fabric to him

enjoys sitcoms

drinks his coffee straight black

he is trans masc to me

praises his employers like god tbh

if he were to drink, which he doesnt, his go to drink would be rum on ice

some form of alien, not from xen though, no one knows where hes from

some type of holy creature??? he cant die?? hes weird

you'll never see it but he doesnt bleed red, his blood is black

enjoys fishing

goes to bed at 11pm, wakes up at 4am hes weird

hes also the best father ever???

songs that remind me of science team members + benrey the 6th

Benrey the 6th

I Will - Mitski

Kiss Me, Son Of God - They Might Be Giants

I’m Gonna Win - Rob Cantor

Mad World - Tears for Fears

We Will Commit Wolf Murder - Of Montreal

Gallery Piece - Of Montreal

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

The Party's Crashing Us - Of Montreal

Tommy Coolman

Living Island - POGO

Fireflies - Owlcity

Teenage Dirtbag - Weetus

rises the moon - liana flores

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Head Over Heels - Tears for Fears

#half live vr but the ai is self aware #hlvrai #dr bubby #dr coomer #gordon freeman #hlvrai dr bubby #hlvrai dr coomer #gordon freemind #gorgeous freeman #benrey #tommy coolatta #benry #benrey hlvrai #bubby #half life #half life au #headcanonsd #headcanons #i like men #gay??? #gay pride #gay

[ala2ilas-s]

Neymar jr

Part 1

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A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I shook my head “don’t act like you actually care” I said finally looking up at my father for the first time that night.

“You’re being unfair.” he huffed crossing his arms over his chest causing me to clench my jaw harder.

“Oh spare me pretentious act. I’m just another pawn in your big game. An unfortunate burden that can be used against you.” I said through gritted teeth.

“You don’t need a reason to kill me. Everyone has an expiry date in your eye and mine ends when you no longer need to keep the facade.” I stood up and chugged the rest of my drink before walking to the door.

“I wouldn’t test that theory sweetheart.” I stoped at his voice. I hate that nickname. “Something rather.. tragic happening to a family member might just bring me the attention I need.” He said not showing a single sign that something happening to me would actually upset him in the slightest.

“I hate you.” I said gripping the door knob harder, my knuckles turning white.

“Tough..” He said and I didn’t waste another second walking out and slamming his door. Exhaustion weighting down on my body when the adrenaline started to wear off and I had to lean against the hallway wall to support my body. Heavy pants coming out of my mouth and I had to close my eyes to focus on my breathing if I didn’t want to pass out.

“So he told you..?” My head snapped up to my right. An unfamiliar man that I’ve been completely oblivious to, was leaned against the opposite wall watching me with raised eye browse.

“Who are you?” I said panic starting to build up in my system. Immediately going in fight mode at the sight of this unknown man.

“Your bodyguard sweetheart.” My face fell. So he is the guy that’s gonna be babysitting me for the next few months. He’s also what sparked yet another fight between me and my father.

“Don’t call me that” I growled, pushing myself off the wall and walking up the stairs to my room and pretending like he didn’t just catch me about to have a full panic attack.

“What? Sweetheart?” He mocked, trailing behind me and I rolled my eyes. Although I’ve met him less than five minutes ago, I could tell he’s not exactly gonna be my favourite person.

When I finally walked in my room, wanting nothing more than to just take a shower and sleep, a strong hand on the door caused me to halt and I looked back at him eye brows shot up waiting for him.

“I’ll be outside” he said in a serious tune and I just blinked at him not knowing how to respond.

After a minute of just starring at the closed door I huffed and started unzipping my dress pulling down the strings. Of course the bodyguard he assigned to me is just fucking beautiful.

My dress dropped to my feet and I made my way to my bathroom. My muscles relaxing the moment I lowered myself in the tub filled with warm water. The faint sound of music playing in the background calming my nerves. My head went underwater as I drowned everything and let out a loud scream before resurfacing again when I needed to breath.

The water started to get too cool for my liking and I had to drag myself out of the bathtub, wrapping a towel around my body as I walked out of the bathroom. A quiet scream left my lips when I came face to face with the pretty stranger again.. my bodyguard that I had yet to learn the name of.

“What took you so long?” He asked looking slightly pissed. My hands clenched the small towel covering my body as I half expected him to check me out like the other guards and most of my father’s companies would do shamelessly every time I was showing any skin which usually did not go unpunished for. To say I was surrounded by old pigs and to earn the same amount of respect that I would’ve had if I had a dick between my legs, I had to do things in the hard way, was an understatement. However, his eyes didn’t wavered from my own.

“What the hell are you doing in my room?” I said.

“I check up on you every hour and a half.” He said calmly while I stood there looking at him with wide eyes. “It’s the drill.” He shrugged.

“I’m in my room what can happen here.” I said frustrated about how I practically didn’t have any privacy what so ever.

“It’s the drill sweetheart.” He repeated making my blood boil as he casually strolled in my room looking out the window.

“You can get out now.” I glared at him pointing at the door even though his back was towards me. He hummed before turning on his heels. His jaw clenching every time he chewed on his gum making it harder to look away from his stupidly attractive face.

The moment he was about to walk pass me I snapped out of it and grabbed his arm not shying away from his intense gaze “and don’t call me that.”

His mouth curled up slightly, a smug smirk on lips causing my eyes to involuntarily moved down and in a moment of weakness I wondered how they would taste.

My attention was once again snapped back to his eyes when I felt him pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. If you look close enough you’d notice traces of green rings in his chocolate eyes.

“Noted sweetie.” He mumbled and stepped away from me causing my hand to fall from his arm “no.” I groaned watching him walk out of my room chuckling under his breath.

“Bastard” I mumbled.

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#neymar jr #neymar #neymar jr x reader #neymar x reader #bodyguard

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend!Reader

Chapter Six: Sleepless in Seatle (Or was it Canada?) ⛓

Five Months Ago

Duncan was waiting for her in the cafeteria. He laughed once he saw her, because once her eyes met his, she groaned. "No, I am not eating." She turned away from him stalking off. "Aw, but they got your favorite, hotdogs!" He explained running after her. "I'm not hungry." She groaned trying to lose him as she walked even faster, he started running.

Finally, he tackled her and they both wrestled on the ground for a minute before he pinned her down. "Eat." He said with a warning in his voice. She shook her head. "Come on princess, I can't have you fainting again." He complained. "If I eat, Tarun. They'll make me take the meds, and I don't feel like myself with those." She explained your voice barely above a whisper.

"Okay." He sighed getting off her and pulling her up off the ground. He held her close for a minute sneakily putting an apple in her pant pocket. "Don't say anything." He whispered in her ear. She kissed his cheek coveying her thanks. "Don't mention it, L/N."

Duncan woke up with a start. Chris wanted you all up and out. He had you line up as he spoke. Duncan looked at you, since you were on the girl's side of the line. You wore a pair of shorts long enough to hide a majority of your cuts and bruises. You wore a short sweatshirt which revealed your stomach much to your dismay, you didn't have a choice when it came to the clothing Chris had bought you.

The fans screamed when they saw the tatoo on your lower back. 'Duncan Tarun' in cursive with a little tiger paw print beside the name. Duncan had a similar one only with your name and a scorpion tail on his collarbone.

"Okay, I hope your all ready for your next challenge because it begins in exactly one minute." Chris checked his watch. "Excuse me, I don't know if that's enough time to eat breakfast." Owen complained causing you to smack yourself in the face. "Oh, you'll get breakfast, Owen." Chris said sweetly which made you think Owen was not getting breakfast at all.

"Right after you complete your twenty kilometer run around the lake." You had to stiffle a laugh when Duncan muttered "What the fuck is a kilometer." but Eva had different plans. "Oh so you think your funny now. You know what I think would be funny-" She stalked up to Chris ready to beat the living daylight outta him but Duncan and Geoff held her back and you seperated Chris and Eva holding a gun at her head as Courtney gave her some advice.

"Thank you, M'Lady." Chris smiled cheekily at you causing you to swiftly punch him in the ribs before smiling back. "Your welcome." and you returned to your spot in line. Chris then had you all line up, before starting you on your run around the lake.

You and Duncan started off walking on your hands much to the confusion of the other campers. Owen tried to do the same think but failed spectactuarly.

You had gotten to eight kilometers before your hands had started to hurt, eventually you had to start running again, this time on your feet. "Your mom signing us up for gymnastics was such a good idea." You laughed breathing hard once you got to fourteen kilometers.

"Hell yeah." Duncan smiled as you finally reached the cafeteria.

You both sat down drinking some water with the other more athletic campers. Finally everyone was there. Owen was trying to bring Noah back to life, Harold was having a panic/athsma attack as Courtney berated him, Duncan was about to kill someone. You know, the usual.

Gwen realized something. "Wait... if they lost that means we won the challenge!" Her team cheered before Chris quickly shushed them. "That wasn't the challenge." He then showed a buffet and you had to laugh.

"Wait till Chis realizes the Juvie gave us one meal a day." Duncan laughed barely fazed by the buffet while other campers looked ready to pound down.

"I think maybe I'll eat a turkey leg. That's it." You laughed. "Mhm." Duncan smiled as you both let the other campers go first. He ended up having have a hotdog, and an orange, you had a turkey leg and a piece of garlic bread. The other campers ate until they were full for the next month.

"The challenge is to stay awake for as long as possible. The team with the last camper standing wins." Chris explained once everyone looked like they were about to enter food coma. "No way this lasts longer then an hour." Duncan whispered. "Oh obviously." You chuckled.

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It had been twelve fucking hours.

"I'm going to start shooting these bitches I swear." You grumbled under your breath. "Calm down, doll." Duncan muttered rubbing his eyes. You all had been herded like wild animals into a pavilion sitting around a campfire.

Owen passed out.

"Unsurprising." Duncan commented. "You know, this is a pretty decent way to avoid nightmares." You laughed shrugging your shoulders. "I guess that is a benefit. At least we won't wake up screaming." Duncan nodded in approval.

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Twenty three... god damn hours.

"Take my knife, and my gun, or else I literally will go on a murder rampage." You shoved the weapons into Duncan's hands. "Fair enough." He nodded, he had seen you go forty eight hours without sleep one time because the Juvie was on lockdown so they had alarms blaring the entire time which made it difficult for anyone to sleep... needless to say it wasn't pretty.

"I"M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THESE FUCKING GUARDS IF THEY DON'T STOP WITH THE GOD DAMN ALARMS I SWEAR JUST KILL THE FUCKING ESCAPEE BEFORE I LOSE MY SHIT." Duncan held you back from jumping the guards.

"Congratulations campers. You've made it to the 24 hour mark. Time to take things up a notch." Chris smiled happily gesturing to the pile of books next to him and Chef Hatchet who was dressed up in a sheep costume. "Fairytales." Chris explained.

"Oh this... this is terrifying." Duncan whispered.

Chef Hatchet started sprinkling you all with 'fairy dust' causing you to yawn because mixed with Chris's monotone voice and the quiet music in the background. It was getting difficult.

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51.

God.

Damn.

Hours.

"WHAT KIND OF FUCKING IMBECILE DECIDES TO DO THIS KINDA SHIT. GOD DAMN YOU FUCKING CHRIS MCLEAN NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR SAD PATHETIC LIFE BECAUSE YOU ARE A FUCKING SADIST YOU ASSHOLE CUNT EATING BITCH SUCKER FUCKER." Duncan held you back from beating the host to the ground.

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At 85 hours you started acting like you were on your meds. All happy, and sedated. Duncan started playing pranks to keep himself awake, first on Harold making him piss himself.

"What's the matter with you people? Come on fall asleep already." Chris appeared with a coffee in his hand. Gwen begged at his feet for the coffee. "You six stay with me. The rest of you please bathe, your killing the fish." Chris advised.

Chris monologued to the camera for a moment but you couldn't hear anything. Then he opened up a Canada history pop-up book and Duncan groaned beside you.

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87 hours was when Eva passed out. You had resorted to standing on your head. Duncan was doing push ups.

Holy shit, he hated Cananda.

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Duncan passed out next, his body fell to the floor and so did yours. Your eyes slid shut as Chris started talking about the war of 1812. Holy fucking hell, there was a reason you hated History class. Fucking boring. You felt Duncan's hands wrap around your waist pulling you close, and you passed out into the waiting arms of sleep.

Chris woke up Duncan since Gwen had won and Duncan brought you to the cabin, setting you down on his bed, knowing you'd freak out once you woke up.

Eva had different plans.

Someone had stolen her MP3 player.

"No one is going anywhere till I get my MP3 player back." She had kicked you all out and now you were standing against Duncan ready to keel over and die. Heather showed up with the MP3 player and returned it.

But you were more focused on Duncan then Eva's apology. "Your so cuteeee. Did I say that outloud... I'm sorryyyyy." You whined with a dopey smile swaying on your feet. "Alright darling. Time you get some sleep." Duncan laughed trying to ignore your comment.

Then it was time for campfire. Just like the day before everyone's name got called and Duncan threw your marshmallow into your mouth.

It was between Harold and Eva, and just like yesterday Chris held out a crazy long pause.

.....

....

.....

....

....

"Harold!" he gave the redhead his marshmallow. "Eva, the dock of shame awaits. She yelled at her fellow cabin mates before stalking off kicking Chris in the shins.

Courtney toasted your guys marshmallows giving a toast, but Duncan and you had wandered off, both of you feeling the affects of the exhaustion now.

"Duncan, why did we say yes to Chriss?" You whispered. You both layed on your backs on a hill by the cabins staring at the stars. "We wanted freedom." He chuckled. "I never wanted freedom. I wanted you." You whisper-sang the last part causing Duncan to burst out laughing at something that really wasn't that funny.

"You are my favorite, Y/N my loveeeee." Duncan whisper-sang as well now and you giggled like a madman. That's where the cameras found you the next morning, your legs entwined, and Duncan who had pulled you close in his sleep.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Clyde reacting to the reader going ".........can I bite you" in a private room? I'd imagine some jealousy leads them to be like "fuck it. If saber won't keep bothering me about cutting his time, message time."

Or whatever, have fun!

Another day, another afternoon of cuddling with your sweet, little rabbit as he gushes over your affection. Being with Clyde was always a nice change of pace. While you cared for each and every of your pets, he was timid and reserved apposed to those who hounded you with their love. He attempted to be as bold as his fellow patrons, but got too flustered whenever the eyes of his beloved master lingered on him for too long.

"M-master! That tickles."

Your lips brush again the shell of his human ear as you cuddle him from behind. You were propped against the arm of couch with him couch with him laying on top of you back first. Your arms fall over his chest; heart a flutter from the contact.

"But you're so cute - I can't help it." You stroke your lips across his sensitive flesh; the poor bunny squirming in your grasp. His top ears gently smack against your head as he moves about - sparking an idea to mind. Of all the place you could touch, they were the most susceptible to your influence afterall.

Clyde is quick to apologize for the little accident. "Ah- I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, Spot... but- if you want make up for it, can I bite you?"

Neither of you thought his flush could grow darker than the cherry-red streaks across his cheeks, but your question nearly makes him faint from anticipation and panic. What if he got too cause up in the moment and did something he'd regret? In the same vain, he couldn't say so to his master - nor his own desires.

"Y-y.. yes.."

You bring his head to your chest as you take the edge of his ear into your mouth, biting softly on the flesh. Clyde buries his face in your bust as he breathes out, attempting to act subtle as he hugs an arm around you. He bites down on his fingers to avoid alerting you to his sounds. He feels each individual tooth as they sink into the muscle; memorizing the playful attack to heart and hoping the tingle lasts longer than your embrace does.

As soon as it happens, the moment is over. A metallic taste coats Clyde's tongue as he pulls his hand from his mouth, fingers sore, but he doesn't mind. He goes to hide the damage, but you grab his wrist before he can shove it behind his back.

"Oh, how did this happen? You poor thing. You need to be more careful, Spot. Or I just might have to take you home with me."

Clyde smiles faintly at the idea. It would be like a dream come true. He could even meet you halfway there as you return home after you shift since he knew the location.

#Cafe tag #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere scenarios #yandere hybrid #yandere drabble #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #soft yandere

[elettralightwood]

I'm actually so thankful this scene was not in the movie, cause seeing this played by Nick and Taylor? I would be dead babes, cometely destroyed ♡

There’s another car alongside him and the door is opening, and he’s there. Henry, looking tense and unhappy, but within arm’s reach.

Alex pulls him in by the shoulder on instinct, the door shutting behind him. He holds him there, and this close he can see the faint gray tinge to Henry’s complexion, the way his eyes aren’t connecting. It’s the worst he’s ever seen him, worse than a violent fit or the verge of tears. He looks hollowed-out, vacant.

“Hey,” Alex says. Henry’s gaze is still unfocused, and Alex shifts toward the middle of the seat and into his line of vision. “Hey. Look at me. Hey. I’m right here.”

Henry’s hands are shaking, his breaths coming shallow, and Alex knows the signs, the low hum of an impending panic attack. He reaches down and wraps his hands around one of Henry’s wrists, feeling the racing pulse under his thumbs.

Henry finally meets his eyes. “I hate it,” he says. “I hate this.”

“I know,” Alex says.

“It was ... tolerable before, somehow,” Henry says. “When there was never—never the possibility of anything else. But, Christ, this is—it’s vile. It’s a bloody farce. Gran wanted me to bring my own photographers for this. Did you know that?” He inhales, and it gets caught in his throat and shudders violently on the way back out. “Alex. I don’t want to do this.”

“I know,” Alex tells him again, reaching up to smooth out Henry’s brow with the pad of his thumb. “I know. I hate it too.”

“It’s not fucking fair!” he goes on, his voice nearly breaking. “My shit ancestors walked around doing a thousand times worse than any of this, and nobody cared!”

“Baby,” Alex says, moving his hand to Henry’s chin to bring him back down. “I know. I’m so sorry, babe. But it won’t be like this forever, okay? I promise.”

Henry closes his eyes and exhales. “I want to believe you. I do. But I’m so afraid I’ll never be allowed.”

Alex wants to go to war for this man, wants to get his hands on everything and everyone that ever hurt him, but for once, he’s trying to be the steady one. So he rubs the side of Henry’s neck gently until his eyes drift back open, and he smiles softly, tipping their foreheads together.

“Hey,” he says. “I’m not gonna let that happen. Listen, I’m telling you right now, I will physically fight your grandmother myself if I have to, okay?”

“I wouldn’t be so cocky.” Henry says with a small laugh.

“Seriously,” he says. Henry’s looking back at him, beautiful and vital and heartsick and still, always, the person Alex is willing to risk ruining his life for. “I hate this so much. I know. But we’re gonna do it together. And we’re gonna make it work. You and me and history, remember? We’re just gonna fucking fight. Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else.”

He pulls Henry in by the nape of his neck and kisses him hard, Henry’s knee knocking against the center console as his hands move up to Alex’s face.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince

[honeybunniii333]

GENO ANGST :00 ( or geno and Edward fluff, whatever you choose )

I had an idea of geno having a panic attack in class but I wanna see what you would write abt him.

(YESSS, I love them so much. It's a crime that there isn't more for them! Siblings dynamics are a soft spot for me. ♡)

To say Edward was feeling guilty would be an understatement. He had committed the awfullest of awful things. He'd made his baby brother cry, and oh boy, was it eating him alive. Sure, he teased Geno like any other older sibling, but he truly adored the little brat, and genuinely hurting his brothers' feelings was something the jock would NEVER do on purpose. He was stressed out majorly, which was NOT an excuse, but still. Everything had been so chaotic. James was acting off. He had a big test to study for, Isaac was being isaac. So many supernatural related things had been happening, and don't even get him started on Felix and his shit! Ed was beyond overstimulated at the moment. He'd snapped, and he'd shouted at the boy. Which was something Ed never did. Ed yelled a lot, but never at Geno. He prided himself on his immense patience when it came to the little rascal... but he'd broken that streak... and over the stupidest of things, Geno had just wanted to play with him...

"Geno, I don't have time..." he'd warned in a tone that usually got the message across that he was too stressed or upset to talk. But the kid had pushed further, clearly desperate for his attention. "You never have time! Come on, just a game or two! I'm bored!!" he'd complained in that whiny voice Ed usually found annoyingly endearing but at that moment had made him want to rip his hair out. Everything had made him want to rip his hair out. The sound of faint construction happening down the street and the soft whirl of his fan were too loud for him. The feeling of his shirt against his skin made him want to set himself on fire, and the room had been too bright even with just the sun from the window to light it. He just couldn't handle it right then, but words had never been his strong suit, ESPECIALLY in moments like then. "Geno..." he'd warned again. "Come on, come on, come onnnnnn-"

"STOP! GOD FUCKING STOP!" He'd slammed his hand down on his desk as he'd glared daggers at the other. "GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE! WHAT PART OF THAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND!? YOU ARE SUCH A PEST!" He'd shouted. Geno had looked astonished for a moment. His eyes were wide, and jaw slacked before his little mouth started to quiver, and his eyes started filling with tears. Ed had been so overwhelmed that all he'd been able to do was turn the away again in his seat, close his eyes and press his palms into them as he tried desperately to tune everything out around him. It wasn't until he'd finally managed to get his bearings that he'd really realized how harsh he'd been. And now he'd been sitting by the younger boys' door, trying to figure out how to express how bad he felt. Geno was still sniffling, and the noise wasn't helping him at all... He knew he was just stalling because he didn't want to see the red tear stained face his brother always had after crying.. but he also knew nothing would be resolved if he stayed there. So... he forced himself up and knocked as he peeked his head in. "Geno... can we talk, please?"

The kid was curled up under his blankets. The superhero patterned comforter, shielding his tiny body from the other. Ed knew the feeling of faint relief at not having to see the hurt he'd caused was selfish, but it was there regardless. "...ok.." his voice was crackly from crying, and Ed forced himself forward once again, moving to seat himself at the end of the bed to give the other space if he wanted it. He was silent for a moment before taking a deep breath in and letting it out to steel his nerves. "...I'm sorry I yelled at you." he started,"I shouldn't have done that, we don't yell at each other, and that wasn't okay."

He watched the lump of blanket shift before half of genos face peeked out. "... why did you yell at me?" He asked cautiously, he didn't understand. He pestered his big brother like that all the time, and it never triggered such a harsh reaction. At the worst, he'd be gently booted out of his room and banished to the hallway... Edward didn't know how to explain it. He didn't know why he got so overwhelmed sometimes... he just did. But he'd made a vow to himself that when his baby brother asked him a question, Ed would answer it. He wouldn't sugar coat it or dance around it. He'd always tell him the truth in as age appropriate language as possible. Because Geno was smart and he needed to know things. "...I was overwhelmed." he answered, fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he fished for words. "I've been... really stressed lately. There's a lot of stuff happening right now, and I've been pushing through it fine.. but I guess today... I just can't." he admitted running a hand through his own hair as he heard Geno shuffling again. He'd come out of his hiding spot, his knees hugged to his chest. "Is that why you're never home, cause of the stuff?" He asked.

"Yeah... cause of the stuff..." Ed mumbled back. "I'm sorry too..." Geno whispered his voice quiet as he wiped at his eyes. "What for?" Ed raised an eyebrow. "For pushing when I knew you were busy. I know you're in high school, and you have a lot of stuff to do.. but I miss you... you're always busy now... you never have time to play anymore." he admitted. Ed hadn't thought about that... how he'd been home less and less, and brushing geno off more and more. He always tried to make time to play with Geno, at least on weekends, if anything... but he'd not been doing a very good job at that lately. "I..." his attention shot back to his little brother again at the sound of the boy's voice cracking. "I'm not a..actually a pest, am i?" he croaked out, trying to wipe away the tears that spilled once more.

Edward's face twisted into a frown, shushing the other gently as he scooped him up and moved to sit with him in his lap, his arms wrapped tight around his poor baby brother. "Shhh..sh sh sh... of course not Genie... you're my little buddy, I love having you around..." he insisted, "I...I'm sorry I haven't been home much, I'll...try and cut back on some stuff, okay? I think I need it..." he spoke softly and let out a sigh. They sat in silence for a long time. Genos tears turning to faint sniffles as his brother rubbed his back. "You wanted to play that new game you got, right?" Ed voice broke the silence. "Yeah..." he mumbled, moving around a little to look up at the older. "Wanna play a couple rounds?" relief flooded Ed at the way Genos face immediately lighted up. "Yeah!"

He couldn't help but giggle at the enthusiasm as he was quickly yanked up off the bed and tugged towards the door "Okay okay I'm comin, relax." he snorted, His little brother could be a pain sometimes, but it was a pain Edward couldn't possibly live without.

#ibvs posts #ibvs #isaac beamer versus the supernatural #edward quinton #geno quinton #Ed is an undiagnosed autistic person and doesn't have good ways to cope with issues relating to it! so he snaps at people a lot #i love them

[mkmgwrites]

Draco and Potter lock eyes across the battered courtyard. A single point of contact in a mirage of shattered innocence and war.

Ah fuck.

Wails of grief echo off blood splattered walls, mingling with the cheers of victory to form a choir of human emotion. Draco and Potter stood still in the middle of the spectrum. Emotionless.

Merlin’s Mothers tits-

As The Dark Lord’s body grows cold, Draco feels a warmth bloom in his chest. His shoulders lighten. And for the first time in years he realises he is free.

Thank Fuck…Oh shit.

He struggles to find the words as Potter approaches. To remember what he had forgotten. His childhood nemesis, now saviour closes in fast, and it isn’t until he sees the cracked lenses of his glasses that Draco realises his feet are carrying him closer too.

Shit. Shitshitshitshit.

Green meets silver. Two faces on a double sided coin. Spectators gather to watch it flip.

Harry stops in front of him. “Malfoy,” he states, though it isn’t filled with its usual malice. It almost sounded like a question.

Shit. What do I do? What do I say?

“Potter” Malfoy replies, surprised by the steadiness of his own voice.

He wanted to say more but he couldn’t get the words out. How do you thank someone for saving the world? How to you say sorry for the years of teasing and torment? How does one say, “I am happy you killed him. Please don’t kill me too. I can be better. I will be better.”

I can’t fucking breathe. Oh fuck. I think I’m having a panic attack. Can he tell? Do I look cool? Fuck I hope I look cool. Mum spent ages designing this robe.

Potter remained silent, and somehow that rung louder than all the cries and the cheers. Draco waited.

Shitshitshitshitshitfuckingshit.

Potter stuck out his hand. It was muddy and bleeding and oh for Salazars Sake is he missing a nail- but it was stretched towards him.

Wandless. Open.

A peace offering. A new beginning. That feeling he had forgotten.

Hope.

Seven years later and Harry Potter finally wanted to shake his hand.

Draco didn’t know what to do.

Oh fuck I don’t know what to do.

He had never thought this would happen.

I never thought-

Had never dreamed.

What the fuck-

Dracos mind spiralled. He couldn’t even remember how to shake a hand.

Do I go in with the right? Shit, no I’m left-handed. Wait I can’t use my left hand cause he’s using his right hand. Is he? If I stood where Potter is which hand am I using?

He paused. The crowed held its breath.

Right. It’s my right hand.

Draco jerked his hand forward and clasped their palms together.

Oh fuck it’s happening. It’s finally happening.

Relief and elation flooded his bloodstream, his brain filled with fog. Harry Potter began to raise his arm up. A minuscule movement one did to begin the shaking motion. So minuscule in fact, that one wouldn’t even notice it.

Though Draco, in his heightened state, sensed this adjustment. And with his addled brain and pureblood breeding- he reacted purely on instinct.

Draco Malfoy bent down and kissed the hand of Harry Potter.

The moment his lips touched his skin, Draco knew he made a mistake.

WHAT THE F-

His mothers endless lessons on social etiquette had etched itself into his muscle memory. And for a moment he wished she had never given birth to him.

I’M GOING TO KILL MYSE-

The crowed laughed. Malfoy’s face turned beet red.

He stood and ripped his hand away. Furious at himself for ruining his moment-

SHITSHITSHITFUCKINGSHITSHITFUCKITYFUCKSHIT!

-missing the faint blush that had began to spread across Potter’s cheeks, and the gentle swipe of his thumb as it traced the outline of Draco’s lips.

#ao3 fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #draco fanfiction #harry potter ao3 #harry potter #harry x draco #drarry #draco malfoy #drarry drabble #drarry fanfic #harry potter fandom

[carpehistoryandthepens]

Legacy (what is a legacy?) Part 5

It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me

Hamilton, the world was wide enough. LMM.

one, two, three, four

Summary: Mike is 13. Born May 2009. Sid didn’t know he had a son. All Mike had was hope and a prayer for his and his half-sister’s safety.

(Sid is a dad of a teen he didn’t know about AU) Sidgeno.

Warnings: (for the total story) post-child abuse (all off-screen but it affects things and is spoken about often), learning how to parent, panic attacks, anxiety, based on last season, OCs?, realization about sexuality. Post breakups. Desperate lack of in-depth research for CPS in both PA/CA, melodrama?, kidfic, angst, slowburn, playing fast and loose with the law for drama/storytelling purposes.

Zhenya exchanged a quick look with Tanger over the top of Sid's head as they helped Sid into the chair. Both were thinking the same things: This kid was Sid's, and Sid had no idea this kid existed.

And more importantly, this kid was so fucking scared. 

Tanger quirked an eyebrow up in question, and Zhenya shook his head. He didn't know why the kid was so terrified, either. But then again, he had never met his father for the first time after thirteen years - that sounded terrifying on its own. 

The kid started talking when Sid looked less like he would keel over and get some color into his face. His name is Michael. He's 13. Born just before their first cup win in 2009. His birthday is May 30. His sister is three. Her name is Marisol. They are half-siblings. They are from Anaheim, California. He had a faint Spanish accent. There, but not prominent, like Nikita's accent when he spoke English. The kid spoke two languages. 

Zhenya thought about what Michael was saying. Thirteen years… or really. Fourteen years, given how long a pregnancy lasts. It might have been before Sid and Kathy got serious, but only just before. 

Sid and Kathy had refused to put a name on their relationship for years and were always going back and forth, whether they were on or off. It had been worse than him and Oksana, to be honest. But so much funnier. The team had spent many roadies chirping Sid about it. Sid had turned the same pink he always did. 

It was in December of 2008 that Kathy finally came to a holiday skate after a fraught on again off again summer, and together they announced they were officially dating. Of course, that year, they won the cup, and until the start of last season, Sid and Kathy had been the "it" couple when it came to the Pens. But this kid. He was conceived just before all of that. 

By Sid's sharp intake of breath, he was doing the same math. "You're…. from where?" Sid croaked out. 

"Anaheim," Michael muttered, eyes glued on the floor. "In Orange County, California."  

When Sid only nodded and said nothing else, still staring at Michael, the kid continued, voice quiet. "Mama always said she had no idea who my dad was. Just that he was kind and had a smile that made his eyes crinkle." The kid - and oh god, he was only a kid, wasn't he? - paused momentarily, glancing at Sidney before looking down at his feet again. "She thought... I sounded like him when I laughed."

Zhenya got a flash of 21-year-old Sid and that bright, broad grin he got when he was happy and laughing. Zhenya hadn't thought about how much work he would do to keep that smile going for years. After that cup win and before the concussions, Sid just smiled more. 

"We watched a Ducks game on TV a few years ago, just before COVID, when I was 10. And she said you looked like my bio dad." Michael said in a rush to fill up the silence in the room. "She also said she thought his name started with an S. Something short." 

That got a stifled snort from Tanger. Geno and Jen glared at Tanger because his laugh caused the kid to shrink down in the trainer's room single chair. His sister watched as everyone talked, clinging close. She hadn't said a word, and Zhenya was a little worried she didn't know how to talk - dispute being three. 

"But before you guys could come out to play again, the pandemic happened and… yeah." Michael trailed off, watching the group of adults wearily. 

Sid kept staring at the kid, apparently unable to do anything else. Sid opened his mouth several times, trying to form some form of speech. It was sporadic that Sid wasn't able to talk. His many years in front of the press ensured he always had something to say, even if it was just empty bullshit.

"What makes you think Sid is Papa?" Zhenya asked when it became clear that Sid wanted to ask something but couldn't. There had to be more of a reason than 'his mom thought Sid looked like his dad.' Even the most hopeful kid wouldn't just run away, travel across the country, and throw himself and his sister on a whim or a hope. Michael had to have another reason.

"I have a picture," Michael said, rushed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny iPhone. The phone was far from the newest version; it looked like a used phone even before the kid had gotten his hands on it. Zhenya hadn't seen a model that old in years. 

Jen leaned over Michael's shoulder to watch as he found whatever he sought. Michael opened the phone to the photos app and quickly scrolled past some pictures that made Jen's face cloud over with anger and concern as she leaned over his shoulder. 

"Can I ask about those photos?" Jen asked as evenly as Zhenya had ever heard her. Including, of course, that time when he had a Twitter mishap that had Anya laughing at him for months.  

Michael froze. He didn't move for a heartbeat at all, and Zhenya was worried he would also shut down. Then Michael took a deep breath and slowly nodded. "Let me find this picture first." He didn't move much; he just resumed flipping through pictures. 

Jen stepped back and took a deep breath. "That's fine. When you're ready." She said eventually. Then she glanced at the care worker, saying something with her expression alone that Zhenya couldn't read. It was a little too complicated. 

It's a boundary, Zhenya realized, as Michael's back relaxed slightly at Jen's acceptance of his words. The kid was drawing a boundary. How much he trusted everyone in this room depended on how they reacted to his attempt. 

The care worker looked like she approved of Jen's reaction. But then again, from where she was leaning on the wall, she could also see what was on the phone over the kid's shoulder. She had also gone red with anger when he was scrolling. 

Whatever the kid was scrolling past had to be bad. Tanger and Zhenya exchanged another look over Sid's head. Zhenya was glad that the core knew each other so well. A kid learning to draw boundaries like a scared and burnt rookie? That wasn't a good sign at all. 

Sid didn't seem to notice the look exchanged over his head, too focused on the kid before him. He did seem to register the boundary drawn, but Zhenya wasn't sure - Sid could be observant. 

The sister, Marisol, Zhenya did his best to remember, squirmed from under his jacket, and pulled herself up to see his phone. He had a feeling that he would know these kids very well. 

"Mama!" she said with a smile when Michael stopped swiping. Zhenya felt some of the worries leave his gut. She could speak; her voice was even more accented than Michael's.

Michal stared at the phone for one long moment before flipping it around to show Sid. 

Jen and the Care Worker had both gone from angry to surprised. Jen recovered first, pulled out her phone, and typed some things into it. Then, she showed the care worker, who looked between Michael and Sid, the phone in Michael's hand and nodded.   

Zhenya turned his attention back to the phone in Michael's hand. 

The image on the screen was a scanned photo of a Polaroid. In the Polaroid, Sid leaned against a bar table, talking to a dark-haired woman. He gestured with his hands, a smile and a minor flush on his face. In front of them was a glass with a dark drink in it. Zhenya assumed it was rum. He was dressed in a tight t-shirt, tight pants, and a ball cap that hid his face slightly. 

Sid looked happy. He also looked like he was on the prowl. Zhenya remembered that look fondly. When Zhenya had a passing crush on Sid (and most of the team had one at some point or another), Zhenya loved that look on Sid. 

The dark-haired woman sitting across from Sid smiled back, just as entertained as Sid was. She was holding a beer and taking in whatever Sid said with interest. She was dressed up, looking very much like she wanted a good time. She looked faintly like both children in front of Zhenya. Clearly, their mother. 

"Mama said her friend at the time was always bringing a Polaroid camera around, and this was the only picture she had of my bio dad." The kid said, his hands trembling slightly around the phone. 

Sid hadn't taken his eyes off the phone. Instead, he reached out to touch the screen, then jerked his hands back before contacting the phone. "Can I see?" he asked instead.

Michael nodded slowly, still nervous. "You can't delete it." He blurted out when Sid took the phone from the kid's shaking hands. "It's pass locked." 

Sid blinked at the kid; clearly, he didn't even think about that option. "I wasn't going to." he said, then took a deep breath, "But thank you for protecting it." 

Pass-locking a photo was something Zhenya had seen many teammates do to prevent embarrassing images from being erased. However, this was a little more important. 

"Are all of the photos pass-locked?" Jen asked gently. 

"Yes," Michael said, looking around. Then, he met the gaze of Charlie, the equipment guy, "He showed me how." 

Zhenya took in Charlie and Anthony for the first time since they entered the room and their upset but determined faces. He had nearly forgotten they were there. Both men looked grim, flanking the doorway. Zhenya realized they had already seen the other pictures on the kid's phone. They had been the ones to pull in Jen and the care worker. 

"Good," Jen said approvingly to Michael.

Michael relaxed a tiny bit at the praise.

Tanger leaned over to look at the phone with Sid. "That looks just like you." He told Sid. "Stupid with that haircut." He chirped as if by rote.

"It is me," Sid laughed, sounding far away, responding out of habit. "I remember that bar." He made a complicated expression that Zhenya chose to mean that Sid remembered her too. Finally, Sid turned his attention back to Michael. "When did you realize that was me?" 

"I hoped, after, well, Covid. But….” Michael trailed off, looking away. "I played hockey for a long time. And before… Before my parents died, I was on one of the traveling teams, the Anaheim Eagles. One of my coaches worked at a camp you were at. He had photos. You looked the same." 

Sid reached out with a hand before returning it to his side, unsure if his reassurance would be wanted. 

Michael took a deep, shaky breath, some of the composure that got him to Pittsburgh from Anaheim unraveling. "Mama only said you looked like him. She didn't know. I don't know. But… after… they hit Marisol, we had to leave. I took Marisol with me, packed my largest bag, and left. I had to." He was nearly crying, eyes liquid and red-rimmed. "They could hit me. I'm a hockey player. I'm tough. We play through pain." He said desperately, looking around at the players, nearly desperate for them to believe him. 

"Of course," Zhenya said, reassuring the kid. "Hockey players strong." 

Sid nodded firmly to back Zhenya up. Tanger made a noise of pain. 

This wasn't something a kid should have dealt with. Of course, Zhenya hated it, but that was in the past, and the best they could do was help the kid. 

Michael looked so relieved at being believed. "But Marisol is so small. So we had to go." Michael said as if he was still explaining himself. 

"Protect family," Sid said, sounding a little distant as he slid the photos over to see the rest of the files. They were all pass-locked, too; a person could see them but couldn't delete them. 

The slide show played was one of the hardest Zhenya had ever seen. The photos showed Michael and the little girl's bruises and marks on their limbs. They were clearly taken in a train station or bus stop bathroom. 

Sid went further and further back. The photos weren't recent; some dated nearly six months ago. There wasn't anyone else in the pictures other than the kids. It was mainly of Michael; the few photos of Marisol were only at the start of the horrifying slide show. 

Sid refocused back on Michael as he approached the photo scroll's end. "Protecting your family is a good thing." 

Michael sat back in his chair, and Marisol hugged him. "We had to go. There was nowhere else to go." He said simply. 

Zhenya believed him.

"What happened to your parents?" the care worker asked, voice kind. It was firm and practiced kindness. Zhenya had heard that tone before in parents who were controlling their emotions when something happened, and it wasn't (probably) the kid's fault.

Michael let a few tears fall then, despite doing his best to keep his voice even, "Car accident, over half a year ago. We're living with our aunt and her husband now." His voice was reedy and thin. Marisol flinched and tucked into her brother's side at the mention of their relatives. 

He was sacred. So was she. None of the adults in the room doubted their fear. 

"You did well. In getting her out. Gotta protect, eh?" Sid said. He met Michael's gaze evenly as he spoke, and like so many others, Michael was clearly entranced, his tear-swollen brown eyes meeting Sid's. They had the same eyes. 

"I had to put her first," Michael muttered, breaking the contact. "I had to defend her." 

They looked just like each other. While Zhenya would have missed it at first glance, he remembered the young Sid from all the tapes he used to watch. This kid looked just like Sid did at his age. The haircut was different, there was less confidence in Michael's frame, and the kid was definitely tanner than Sid had ever been, but the cheekbones were there. 

The eyes were totally the same. 

"Do you think your sister would like some food?" Tanger asked suddenly, breaking some of the tension. "We can walk to the player's lounge, talk to the chefs, and see if they have something for her." 

Zhenya noticed how Michael's grip on Marisol tightened at Tanger's mention of taking Marisol somewhere without him. And Marisol hid further in Michael's jacket. By Tanger's grimace, he saw too. 

"How about I text our chef what she would like, and we can get it and bring it back?" the trainer, Anthony, said. "You guys won't have to leave the room." Half the adults in the room, including Tanger and Sid, gave him a grateful look at the suggestion.

Michael hesitated, but Marisol leaned into his side, hiding her face; she was a little shy but caught the conversation. "Food? Like fries?" She asked into Michael's side, barely looking at Anthony out of the corner of her eyes. 

"Do you like sweet potatoes?" Anthony asked. The Pens facilities might have fries in the concession stands, but what was available to the players was always a little healthier. 

She hesitated, making a face like she didn't understand. Then, she pulled in closer to Michael. 

“La Batata,” Michael murmured into her hair. “Te gustan mucho las batatas, Marisol.” 

Her face cleared at the Spanish. "Si! I do!" she smiled brightly, all shyness and uncertainty forgotten. 

Tanger said, "Let's go over to Anthony and talk to him about food for you, Marisol. Maybe we can pick something for your brother, too." He pointed at the phone that Anthony held up. "We'll be right over here on this bench." Tanger walked away from Sid's side and patted the trainer's bench on the other side of the room. Just far away from all for another conversation to occur, but still close. Still within eyesight. Anthony made sure there was a space between him and Tanger for Marisol so Michael's view would not be blocked. 

Michael hesitated but put Marisol down on the floor when she squirmed. "I want something with rice and beans, Mari," he said, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. 

Marisol nodded. “Que tal una quesadilla? Como el de Mamá?”

“Por supuesto. Si tienen alguno. ” Michael said. 

Marisol, Tanger, and Anthony all started talking in low voices. Tanger suggested items, and Anthony looked them up so Marisol could see them. 

Zhenya turned his attention to the kid in front of him and Sid. 

"What made you take pictures?" the care worker asked, still flipping through the phone.

"I dunno." Michael shrugged, tucking himself into the chair in another attempt to make himself smaller. "I was worried about proof. So it's not my word versus hers." He said, then muttered even lower so Zhenya wasn't entirely sure he heard right what he said next. "Or his." 

The care worker frowned even more at the phone, catching Michael's worries.  

"Can you promise she'll be safe if you're not my dad? Like, she can't go back to my aunt." Michael asked, voice small, focused on Marisol. "She's, like, not good for us." 

Sid flinched. "....I don't know, Michael," he said slowly, like it pained him to not agree instantly. He sat back in the chair he had been placed into.

Zhenya's heart reached out to him. Michael clearly only wanted his sister to be safe. And clearly, he thought where they came from wasn't safe at all. 

The care worker stepped forward before Sid could finish. "Mr. Crosby can't promise that, Michael. We can only do our best." 

"I did my research!" Michael turned and stared at her kind of angrily. The first emotion that Zhenya saw from him wasn't worry or sadness. "Pennsylvania won't send us back. Not really. California will allow "Interstate placements if the child has family or is under four years old." Michael said that as if he was quoting something. "And Marisol is three. And my family. We're good if he - Sid - he is my dad." Michael tripped over Sid's name a little, but he glared at the woman, daring her to say otherwise. 

The care worker took it in stride. "But what happens if he's not your father, Michael?" The care worker asked, her voice even. "What did your research say?"

"Pennsylvania won't send us back. Not without good proof, we'll be safe where we're sent. I looked it up! I promise. I got the librarian to help me and everything." Michael pleaded. "We'll be safe. We might not get to stay together, but we'll be safe."

"Ok, Michael…" The care worker sighed. "But it's more complicated than that. Honestly, the system would take a long time to get you both back to California." 

Michael's shoulders relaxed at the care worker's words. Zhenya wondered how much of Michael's stress was based on whether he could save his sister. 

God, Zhenya could remember what that type of stress and desperation what that felt like. It felt like being pushed into a corner, and there was no other way out. Zhenya took an enormous risk when he fled Russia, and Michael took one just as large. And Michael even took his sister along. But, Jesus, he's so young. Even younger than Zhenya was when he made his own flight. 

"But, Michael, we can't promise you can stay together," the care worker said, sounding apologetic. "We can try, but no promises." 

"I know that!" Michael said quickly. "I know it doesn't always work out the way people want. Of course, I wanna stay with her, but…." Michael shrugged. "As long as she's safe. I'm ok with that. But we can't go back." 

"I don't care. I will take them if need be," Sid muttered suddenly. "I can't let them go back." 

Zhenya was surprised to find out if anyone else heard him in the room, as quiet as Sid was. "Sidney," Zhenya said warningly. Of course, he didn't really know what he was warning against, but there was no way that Sid had thought this entirely through. 

Sid frowned up at him. "Geno, I would want to help even if we weren't connected." 

Zhenya sighed. Sid would want to help. That was who Sid was. Zhenya wanted to help; they had to do something. 

"Please. I didn't know what else to do," Michael said, looking at his feet again. He twisted his hands in his lap. "I just need her to be safe." 

"You did a good thing getting her out of there," The care worker said; Geno would have to learn her name at some point. "But let's see what happens next. You don't have to face it alone." 

#'sid has a teen he didn't know about' au #sidgeno #8771 #i write? #this will take a while to write #working title: Legacy (what is a legacy?)

[stxrbpd]

me & my eating disorder.

i remember hating my body at 10.

i remember finding out about eating disorder tumblr. i remember taking cold bath after cold bath because someone on tumblr said itd burn calories.

i remember saving loads of “diet plans”, ana memes, desperately searching every day and night for more ways to lose weight and control my eating.

more ways to make myself fall sicker.

downloading app after app, fasting, restricting, counting calories, bmi, etc etc etc.

i cant look at food the same. i cant look at most things the same.

the most random stuff will trigger me and give me the strangest flashbacks.

trying to recover again, and again. only to fall back deeper into my eating disorder.

being on ed communities on tumblr, twitter & instagram.

making “friends” who help me starve and yell at me if i go over the calorie limit of the day, giving me punishments.

over exercising day and night, scrolling these ed communities every morning like a newspaper. every night like a bedtime story.

posting body checks, weight updates, finding thinspo.

binging and feeling terrible and losing my progress. then throwing it all back up and sobbing on the bathroom floor. or throwing it up into a bag in my bedroom and tossing it when nobody’s awake so they wont question why i was puking.

i have been doing this for 10 years.

its consumed my entire soul and being.

its never enough. my eating is the only thing i can control, and i might as well control that. my weight is the only thing i can control, if i try hard enough.

crying night after night after night on why im not skinny enough.

comparing myself to my friends, family, strangers. even children and cartoon characters. “god why cant i look like them?”

feeling absolutely fucking huge in a group setting and having silent anxiety attacks over it. running to the washroom to look at my body and see if i really look as huge as i feel.

being asked for a t shirt to borrow so it can be over-sized on my skinny friend.

watching the most disgusting youtube videos i could find of mukbangs so i would lose my appetite and never want to eat.

picking up smoking because i heard itd cause my appetite to suppress.

drinking green tea to boost my metabolism, chugging water bottle after water bottle, chewing gum all hours of the night, walking for over 3 hours a day for no reason, protein bars, laxatives, feeling jealous of sims, diet coke, making playlists of ed songs, hoarding food in my room, chewing and spitting, spraying perfume on food so i cant eat it, taking dinner to my room to “eat” then hiding it under my bed until people are asleep, finding out calories before consuming food, exercising in bed, hating yourself if youre even 5 calories over your daily limit, considering doing drugs to lose weight, being jealous of thinner friends, panic attacks when needing to eat in front of people, feeling like you need to self harm after eating for punishment, trying to burn off every calorie you ate that day, fainting, being dizzy, hair falling out, bruises everywhere, brain fog and constant fatigue, thinking constantly about your next meal and when the next time you’ll eat be and making the most of it.

yet it still feels, not enough.

my eating disorder will forever be apart of me. even in recovery, i think back of all of these things and it digs into me, ruining me, and scarring me.

#bpd feels #female poets #poetblr #writers and poets #poets corner #poets on tumblr #poem #actually bpd #poetry #tw disordered eating #ed not ed sheeran #tw eating issues #disordered eating thoughts #disordered eating cw

[edwardcullenisavirgin]

I have insomnia and a wild imagination with almost no practical writing skills BUT IMAGINE:

In the books Edward tells Bella that the meadow is like his thing. His little solo hang out spot. Because he can’t hear anyones minds there.

One day he’s brooding and sparkling (something he seems to be an expert in). He’s examining all of the bugs and trees around him. Then he hears a faint babbling,

I can’t believe I decided to come up here alone, I’m tried and bored. Worst of both worlds….

He can’t believe what he’s hearing. Whoever it is has to be close. He panics. If he was a human his blood pressure would be skyrocketing. Sitting there, sparkling, alone, in the middle of the woods… like a creep. He jets to the eastern corner of the meadow, hoping that whoever was hiking didn’t see the flashing disco ball. He starts to walk at a cool casual pace of a worn-down hiker. He starts back to the trail that most rational humans are on. Then the lurking hiker strikes again loudly,

All because of a stupid bet. Lauren is the cruelest creature on planet earth. She knows I’m too competitive for my own good. Mike didn’t even say anything either, just sat there like a bumbling idiot with drool brimming over his bottom lip.

He faintly recognized the names of the ‘in-crowd’ at Forks High School. Their minds always seemed to be throwing daggers at each other when a bet was made. The faceless hiker morphed into someone he knew all too well. Jessica Stanley most likely, Mike seemed to dominate her air waves. He hoped that she wasn’t close, an interaction with her in the middle of the woods would get the Cullen name on the front page of the local newspaper. He continued on the path praying to a God he was certain he wouldn’t ever meet. Her thoughts had drifted from frustrated to profane. He began to think that maybe himself AND Jessica were damned for good. He ambled through the forest performatively awkward. All the while darting from any sun-invaded patches of mud and moss. He stepped on a branch, snapping it cacophonously. In this moment, he resented trees and their byproducts, including this betrayer of a branch. Jessica’s thought swirled with possibilities,

I really hope that was the wind or something. Who am I fooling, this is one of the nicest days we’ve had in such a long time. Oh my god, okay Jess breath, maybe it was an animal. Fuck, it could be a really scary animal, like a bear, or a wolf… What if it’s them? They wouldn’t try to scare me out here, how would they find me. Shit… what if someone who wasn’t them found me.

Her pace quickened as she called out, “Lauren, Tyler, Mike… Guys if this is you please just say something. I’m gonna freak out if it’s you! You’ll never ever be forgiven. AND you won’t be allowed to steal my pop tarts in the morning anymore” That’ll get Tyler at least, she thought snidely.

Edward, typically annoyed by this girl, felt horrid. He didn’t want to scare her, let alone call attention to himself. But he knew that he had to find where she was and make sure that she hadn’t gone into cardiac arrest. He took one quick sharp inhale, letting his senses guide him. The only thing he enjoys about vampirism, besides the speed, is the compass-like nose. (Little does this guys know Miss Bella Swan is coming to town, and he will take that back)

He found Jessica quickly, she was about 157 paces away from where he was. She had found a boulder to rest on, and based on the quickness of her heart and the raggedness of her breath… Jess was crying. Jasper would’ve been a useful resource right now.

Edward walked up, performatively out of breath, using dew stuck on the trees as his fake sweat. He came up slowly, calculated making sure his presence alone didn’t cause a heart attack. He inhaled and exhaled a little louder than he felt necessary. He chuckled internally as he thought about the humans in gym class next to Emmett. He was glad that this had gotten her attention, as his next move was going to be tripping… on purpose, a completely foreign concept to him. It was showtime now, as he took one last big breath before interacting with Jessica.

“Oh jeez! Didn’t see you there— wait Jessica?” He hadn’t interacted with her one time since his family moved to Forks. Alice called her ‘trouble with a really good hair routine’. Fingers crossed she believes the ruse.

She quickly wiped her fresh tears from her cheeks to see who had recognized her. “Edward Cullen?! What the hell are you doing up here?” Oh wow, I haven’t seen him this up close before. I didn’t know people that hot could sweat.

Phew. The first ploy was past. Edward kept a running list of tips for human appearances, fake sweat was the newest addition. “I could ask you the same thing. I’ve been hiking for—I don’t know how long. Jasper and Emmett, my brothers, made a bet that I couldn’t find my way back to the bottom in under an hour. I’m too competitive for my own good I guess.” Using this excuse was a last minute stroke of genius. It would not only make Jessica feel a little bit better about her predicament, but was totally believable. What could she say about him that wasn’t true of herself?

“You too?!” Jessica’s voice raised in volume and pitch. Relief colored her thoughts, there was nothing Jessica hated more than admitting her slips. “My friends pulled the same shit on me. I can’t believe I fell for it again. My mom always tells me that showing-off is a serious fault. But I can’t help it when Mi— sorry am I blathering?” God, this boy has me turning into even more of a motor-mouth than normal. I shouldn’t even utter the name Mike in front of him. It’s like blasphemy.

Edward couldn’t help but cock his head to the side at that last thought. But Jessica took it as a response to what she said aloud. “No, don’t apologize. I’m sure you’re just as lonely as I’ve been up here. Talking to the birds and the trees can only be so entertaining.” Jessica giggled the kind of giggle she only pulled out in front of Mike. Alice was not joking when she said that Jessica was trouble. Maybe Alice saw this moment in a vision, maybe she didn’t tell Edward on purpose. He rarely interacts with the humans, but Alice finds them endearing. This was an unavoidable interaction, no wonder she wouldn’t have told him. Edward had to think of something to get him out of here as soon as possible. “Do you want to try and find our way back?” He, of course, knew the way back. but Jessica didn’t need to know that.

“Yeah that would be great. If anymore mud gets on my shoes they’ll be cinderblocks by the time we get back.” Hehehe ‘we’… I wonder would it be Jedward? Ew that’s ugly. Would it be Edica? Oh my god that sounds like a bacterial infection.

Edward started to get worried about this treacherous hike back, and not because of the terrain… “How did this bet even come about? I don’t really know your friends that well, so I wanna know what led to this.” He already knew exactly how the events transpired, but he also knew that Jessica could talk a mile a minute…

“Oh my god! Be glad you don’t know my friends. Besides Angela, they’re all demonic, I swear. They’re like a little group of vampires feeding on my misery” If Edwards heart could beat, it would’ve done a backflip. The dew on his forehead started to feel a little too real. Jessica continued, “No better than that, when they’re together they’re like one messed up Frankenstein who’s life goal is to drive me mad. Lauren is the brain of course. She’s always had some weird vendetta against me I swear…” Jessica continued on about Lauren, then ran through the rest of her friends names until they didn’t sound like real words anymore. At points, Edward would sigh quietly when he was ahead, or roll his eyes when he was behind. But he felt grateful, because this would save him from having to think on the spot about his family of vampires.

When they finally reached the bottom Jessica’s thoughts had taken a turn for the worst. Imagining their life together, their perfect June wedding, how many kids they would have, what the house would look like. Edwards mind felt like it was running a marathon just to filter out what she was actually saying versus thinking. Then she blurted out,

“Do you wanna come to the diner with me this Saturday. I don’t really know what you like to eat or anything, but an all-American diner is always safe.” She smiled shyly. Edward admired her vulnerability. She was very confident, and that was something nobody could ignore. Then he felt extremely awkward. He had come across many girls who thought about him as a prospect. But no girl had talked to him long enough to come around to asking.

“I— uh. Well, actually I have something planned with my family that Saturday. It’s supposed to be nice, so I think we’re gonna go camping.” This excuse always worked on the humans. They knew too little to clock it as anything but ‘rich-kid activity’ according to Mike.

“Oh, okay. Well, if Saturday doesn’t work, then we can try to plan for Monday?” I might sound desperate, but he is simply too fine to give up easy.

Again, Jessica struck with the confidence. Some might say overconfidence, but things typically panned out for her. “I’m sorry Jess— can I call you Jess?’ she nodded curiously, ‘I really don’t date, you seem great. But I just don’t.” He felt a little mean for turning her down, but if he didn’t soon she would continue relentlessly.

A pang of bitterness crept into Jessica’s thoughts, What? I thought the eyelash trick would work on him! How can he not see how much of a catch I am. Cool style, impeccable hair, perfect grades did I mention impeccable hair. Whatever, an hour ago I was crying over Mike. Guess we’re back to square one.

“Oh… gotcha. Sorry for being so forward, that’s just how I am with everyone so…” The conversation died out awkwardly. She fumbled with her keys in her hands, eyeing her nearest escape. Edward spoke up first to ease the tension,

“I can walk you to your car, just so no bears get you or anything” he laughed to himself referencing her previous inner thoughts.

“Thanks, for this and for walking with me back. You’re not as bad as I thought. No offense, but your aura screams ‘don’t look at me, don’t talk to me’” Jessica laughed carefully, measuring Edwards expression, making sure her joke landed. Edward was laughing, but because she hit the nail on the head. Typically he wouldn’t ever talk to Jessica, or any of his ‘peers’ if that’s what you could cal them. But today, the combination of her misery and his pity made for an interesting conversation.

“No problem, if you take a left and then a quick right you should be back at the beach,” Edward said simply, hoping to end the interaction quickly. He closed her car door and waved as her music blared and her thoughts began to fade away. He hoped that she didn’t realize his car was nowhere to be found, with no brothers waiting for him.

……………………………..

A year later he recounted this story to an extremely curious Bella. She liked Jessica enough, but felt like her and Jess had some tension because of her r relationship with Edward. She told Edward she thought she had a bad case of ‘sour grapes’. He laughed and said, “You’re half right, but she’s actually nice when she wants to be. She’s just always been everyone’s first pick. Until you came around.” They smiled at each other, but both felt bad. She was a great catch, and she deserved to be with someone they liked. So they schemed and schemed to get her and Mike finally together their senior year.

#twilight #edward cullen #jessica stanley #oneshot #i am not a writer do not hold me to this I am simply a girl in the world #bella swan #beforetwilight #woods #writing

[smallestapplin]

I am an absolute simp for small twins and giant S/O

I wanna hold them, hence my anon name, but what if their S/O was a legendary pokehybrid? How would they meet? What would happen?

I also just couldn’t think of an big Pokémon to mix with the S/O-

- holding twins anon

I was half tempted to pick Sinnoh legendaries buuuuttt

-

-

🔲Ingo🔲

- Legendaries are rare, but hybrids of them? Even rarer, only two legendary hybrids have been reported.

- So meeting you was completely by chance. Ingo was more enamored and nervous than anything. He never thought he’d meet a legendary let alone a hybrid of one.

- Seeing you tower over him with a cold calculating gaze nearly made him drop.

- Ingo knows he is a decently tall man, but you are a good two to three feet taller than him.

- Your build much wider than his too.

- But what did he expect out of a Zekrom hybrid? The air was charged, like one movement would cause an electrical surge.

- This building was not meant for the public and he could see why.

- “What are you doing here, small one?”

- Your voice echoing in the large empty room.

- He couldn’t remember why he was even here, the sight of you and your almost sparkly black scales scattered across your frame made him forget.

- Lucky for him you found his stupor adorable and allowed him closer. Even more so you offered to let him visit is he liked, but should he tell anyone the region wouldn’t survive.

- And he made good on his promise.

- He didn’t even know when or how he ended up in a relationship with you, but it makes him so happy.

- Your smaller(?) leathery wings like to encase him and pull him close.

- It takes Ingo a while to get use to you picking him up and carrying him to your nest.

- Your loud rumbling purrs are the perfect white noise.

- He still panics lightly if you pick him up by surprise. But he likes it cause now he can kiss you.

- Sometimes leaves you nest with staticky hair.

- A scale of yours is always in his pocket.

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🔳Emmet🔳

- He was fucking around and quickly found out.

- Out in White forest, training his Pokémon, then attacked by a very angry Hydreigon. With his Pokémon weak from the hard training he could only run.

- “Shitshitshitshit!!-“

- A booming roar scared both Emmet and the aggressive Pokémon.

- A large fire blast slams into the angry dragon type, almost like a flare gun.

- Emmet nearly fainted at the sight of you towering over the Hydreigon, with a quick snarl the weak Pokémon ran off.

- “Are you alright, little one?”

- Emmet’s fearful expression turned into one of awe, you are much much larger than him, fluffy white wings and a smaller version of Reshiram’s flaming tail were behind you.

- “Yeah t-thank you.”

- “Come now, let us get you back, you ran quite the ways away.”

- And he never stopped bothering you afterwards.

- He always came back with questions and gifts. You usually don’t show yourself in public, so learning about the world through your new small mate was nice.

- With a flame feather like wisp he was claimed.

- Your nest is his favorite spot to be.

- “Purr!”

- “My mate I cannot purr on command.”

- “But I’m laying on you! And your purring is cute and soothing! So purr!”

- He is so cute you purr from his adorableness.

- “Your thigh is the size of me.”

- “Yes I’m aware, that’s why I’m careful with yo-“

- “Crush me.” He said it so quickly but so seriously you stuttered over your words.

- Emmet is an odd mate to have, but you love picking him up, and he loves that you do! Even if you don’t pick him up he will just climb up you to get his kiss.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon ingo #pokemon fluff #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader

[woodsfae]

Babylon 5 s02e05 The Long Dark

s02 Table of Contents • previous episode

ooo, What’s the Copernicus? Humans that left so long ago they don’t know what has been going on this whole time? Is it causing this “it’s coming through the walls -> I need some ozones -> get out out of my head” madness or is this poor fellow just kinda fucked up? 

“class c missionary license” that’s...um, a policy to have.

There’s something alive in the Copernicus! but is it human? Or is it eldritch madness??

There’s cryogenics in this universe!! (amelia earhart? hahaha. Voyager fans know what I’m talkin ‘bout)

She looks an awful lot like young Angelina Jolie. I will shit myself if Angelina Jolie guest starred on B5.

Nice to see Garibaldi having some human feelings of empathy for the indigents in the last few episodes instead of just body slamming them and knocking their heads into bartops.

“Well I find that life is, in general, much easier if I forget more of the things that happen to me.”

Been there, tried that, EMDR is easier in the long run.

“You were about to accuse the Centauri ambassador of being in league with the devil - which might not be that far from being the truth.”

LMAO Garibaldi. Slowly climbing the likeability ranks.

Lot of good lines here. I need to not stop and type out the entire conversation, but it is funny in a dark and relatable kind of way. This is probably why veterans tend to ask me where I served and I’m like “my case of c-ptsd was homegrown, organic, and free-range, actually. Now can you take a step to the left? You’re blocking my line of sight to the nearest escape route.”

The Copernicus human definitely isn’t Jolie, so I’m free to crap in the toilet.

ooOOOoooo a murder investigation on the Copernicus!

It bears repeating: I love these totally transparent masks, and once again am asking that they consider making their scrubs out of the same material.

“How long were we in stasis?” “...I think we should take this one day at a time.”

Dr Stephen Franklin I can tell you with 100% certainty that that answer is WAY MORE ANXIETY INDUCING than just being like “153 yrs,” or whatever it is. I’d have a panic attack and start assuming it had been like a thousand years or something.

It doesn’t seem like Ms Anachronism killed her crewmate (Will) from her reaction, but who knows! Maybe there’s cryogenic sleepwalking in this universe!

Mr War PTSD likes to fixate on the Copernicus. hmmmm. No hypothesis at this time. Unless he’s being possessed by Will.

“...then we still haven’t outgrown violence?”

extremely tragic, yes. 

“Take my advice and go back to the time you came from. The future isn’t what it used to be.”

G’Kar. I mean this with my whole chest: what the hell, dude?

It would be nice if they gave us a name for the Copernicus Survivor. And also very odd that G’Kar’s bizarre and unnerving greeting triggered a faint + nightmare/flashback.

Will was married to the Survivor!

Stephen leave her be. You literally just told her that her husband was murdered. I guess he and Janice must not have worked out?

Mr War PTSD should maybe hang out with Aunt Prophetess and learn to get a handle on his gift, since it doesn’t seem like humans have any sort of support structure of people who have visions.

OoooOOooo something did come off that ship! He should definitely hang out with Aunt Prophetess.

Mr War PTSD is called Amis, and he was the sole survivor of 47 soldiers stationed on a moon. Big trauma. And the Copernicus went through that moon’s gravity well! I am delighted to discover this is giving Garibaldi the totally organic opportunity to say “This Mariah Cirrus may not be what she appears.”

Nah, it’s definitely some critter that didn’t show up on the lifesign scans.

Is the Non-Aligned Worlds the same thing as the League?

“She has brought something evil from the past. A soldier of darkness. [...] They do not move openly, they work through others, use others. When the darkness was defeated long ago, they scattered. Hid themselves away in secret places and waited. [...] Evil sometimes wears a pleasant face.”

It’s fascinating seeing more species’ legends of the past darkness. Are they really non-corporeal? Immortal, if they scattered and are re-gathering? Whatever came along with the Copernicus seemed to have a.) stayed with the ship for a time and b.) certainly killed the alien physically.

The various mythos being phrased and framed very much like fairy tales but actually translating pretty accurately into real info about the Shadows is absolutely excellent. Oral histories are as accurate as written records!

Really like this Garibaldi/Amis team-up.

Awwww, Amis. guy.

This story of Garibaldi’s really really makes me think that Earth needs a Mystics, Lunatics, and Dreamers Support Hotline.

Amis: “It came in the night, during a storm. We heard nothing, saw nothing. It came right through the walls...like a hot wind. The first man died just meters from me - never even screamed. We ran... We ran. For a second I thought I’d lost it. Then I saw it. Standing in the middle of a ball of lightning. It looked like it had come straight from hell.” Garibaldi: “How did you survive?” Amis: “I didn’t! It kept me alive... as a snack. It becomes part of you, feeding on you. The ones who died were the lucky ones on that moon. What it took from me, I can never get back. When the rescue party showed up, I weighed 85 pounds. That’s how I knew it was on this station. A part of me is still inside that thing. I can feel it, but no one ever believed me. Until now.”

F U C K I N G  T E R R I F Y I N G

“After awhile all we had in common was the stars and dreams.”

Mariah honey that is not a good relationship. Even if it is pretty romantic.

The shadows are some kind of parasite. I’d say psychic, but Amis and Will both lost a lot of weight, so maybe it’s an intangible life force that takes calories to sustain.

I am vibing on this form of protectiveness from Franklin towards Mariah. “Medical supervision is necessary for psychic tracking of an untrackable, evil force.” immaculate vibes.

Also this thing is giving off Star Trek ToS Salt Vampire vibes.

Three unnamed security officers go forth...idk if any of them are going to survive, since the rest are named characters and all but Amis and Mariah are regulars.

I have many many theories as to what may give the Shadows their invisi/intangibility. And I’m extremely surprised that neither the unnamed security guards, Amis or Mariah died!

Hope some Earth agency gives Mariah 100 years of backpay and survivor benefits for Will. Living still costs a stupid amount of money in the b5 world, it seems.

The Shadow changed the Copernicus’s course to aim for the exact coordinates where G’Kar said the Enemy was gathering its forces! dun dun dun!!!! The real question is, how long would it have taken to get there? The Copernicus had no access to FTL. It took not much more than 10 yrs to get from the moon base to B5, so they were either less than 10 light years apart or something else odd was going on.

Furries beware: the Shadows are incorporeal, bipedal wolves. And they are NOT FRIENDLY.

Absolutely adding Mariah Cirrus to my list of minor characters I’d like to see again, and Amis to my list of mystics that I think should hang out together.

next episode

#babylon 5 #michael garibaldi #susan ivanova #stephen franklin #mariah cirrus #John Sheridan #g'kar #woodsfae b5

[alicemaroon]

Shut up shut up shut up!

2wink x gn reader

Tw: smacking, does pushing count?, Reader having horrible health and anger issues💉 {Spoiler alert happy ending}

You despise the Aoi twins for being energetic yes you know mitusuru exist but you don't really get to see him a lot well don't ask me you avoid him a lot okay hear the voice of his okay your gone!

Whenever you tried avoiding Aoi twins you failed each time they catch up with you sometimes just because you celebrated there stupid birthday and gave them a keychain.

And it was both of there favourite animal.

You left the classroom looking at your exam paper you scored 77% on English which wasn't that bad if you say so yourself you could do better but it's fine.

"Y/n Y/n!" Two voice synced up you didn't dare look behind you it was those ginger hairs or others call them 2wink.

"Y/nnn!" One of them pounced on your back almost making you fall but you continued to ignore them "Thanks to you we got a 72% on our English!" The one on your left said showing his exam paper you walked away like it was nothing.

Making the twins puff there cheeks following you like puppies following there master.

Footsteps being heard from behind you as you looked through the wrong answers while walking in the same time it wasn't that hard to know if you were going to bump into someone.

"Y/nn!" A whiny voice called your name as one of them clung on your uniform "Shut up would you?" You spoke looking at him seeing him with a smile on his face "C'mon Y/n why so rough" the other one said wrapping his arms around your shoulder giggling.

Oh how your blood boiled..

Wouldn't it be nice to hit them?..Seems like the wrong thing to do but there annoying right Y/n~

You suddenly lost control of your right arm pulling him by the hair making him scream in the sudden pain "Hinata!" You threw him away from you landing harshly on the ground you felt pain on your left cheek.

From his twin he quickly ran over to now you know that it was Hinata.

"Geez Y/n I didn't knew you had the guts to do that" a voice came from behind you it was very familiar to you..Rei.

"Shut up Re-" getting cut off short by another hard smack in the cheek making you groan in pain and frustration.

You sighed walking away like it was nothing once they were out of your sight you went into a empty room.

"Evenings to you too" Riao said smiling at you with his arms reached out for you to crash into.

Which you did you cried into his uniform staining it with your tears Riao rubbed your cheek comforting you.

"it's fine everything is fine" he said sitting down on the desk stroking your hair "Besides the twins would probably talk to you later about it!" He said happily receiving a slap from the face.

"That hurted actually" he said you let go of him slowly wiping your tears away.

He giggled patting your hair "C'mon the bell is about to ring escort yourself to the classroom!~" he said waving goodbye as you left the classroom.

You looked at your palms your whole entire body shaking trembling fuck it it just looks like your having a panic attack..pathetic.

"Not in school.." you said to yourself walking to the entrance of the school looking at the sun shining brightly makes you want to faint.

"If only I didn't have to suffer ths way" you mumbled as the bell rang your phone vibrated turning on the phone to see the contact was Riao the text message said.

'Its fine if you want to leave for now!Have a rest I'll inform your teacher about it!~' you smiled Riao was the only friend you trusted besides from Rei..well not really now.

You texted him back turning the phone off.

With Riao Nikon

Looking at the text Y/n sent me it was just them saying to help them get there bag I sighed looking at the bag under my desk the teacher hadn't came yet so make a run for it!

Picking up the bag checking uf everything is there and it was well not including there phone cause it's already with them.

Passing by the Aoi twins walking to there classroom one of them looking very messed up it probably made Y/n guilty.. who knows!

All I know is that they've been manipulated by so many people even there parents, siblings...friends, uncle, auntie and etc.

"Y/n-chan here's yo- Y/n-chan!?" I ran to there body that was laying on the ground putting my hand on there forehead is this fucking Wattpad..I mean it is getting to be also published on Wattpad so-

"Nothing wrong.." I mumbled putting my hand on there chest the heart beating faster each time it was unreal to me.

Picking up there body quickly standing up running to the nurses office for immediate help.

Quickly passing by a few students that are either skipping or late for class nearly at the nurses office.

Slamming the door open to see Jin the teacher well who else tho.

"Sensei!" He flinched at my high pitched voice which was on accident...what? It gets high when I'm worried!

~Alice blew up the campus~

You looked out the window beside the bed as Riao was sitting on your right "You okay?" "No" you replied to him "At least your awake now" no response was needed to continue the conversation.

You just wanted to be left alone hearing a chuckle making you confused "I can read your thoughts Y/n you just want to be left alone and curl into a ball crying" he said making you quickly smack his back.

"Hmm do I need to call the twins in or something?" Spoke Riao not giving him a reply he stood up walking out of the door.

A few minutes later you heard the door open you didn't bother shifting you whole entire body to turn around to see who it is.

The twins turned over to the 3rd year Riao who was smiling at them "It's fine they'll forgive you" he said before walking away to leave the twins alone by thereself to handle you.

"Y/n" Yuta started both of them walking closer to you "What" "Sorry about-" "No need to apologize" you cut him off glaring into his eyes.

"I mean I suppose I'm the one who's going to have to apologize to Hinata" you said having a tight grip on the sheets turning your head around looking at the one with the pink hairclip.

"Your Hinata right?" He nodded in response.

You cracked a small smile there eyes sparkled seeing your small smile "I apologize for what I did earlier" "It's alright!" He said hugging you close to him.

Letting out a muffled laugh as Yuta joined in the hug not wanting to be left out "I wonder how Rei is going to think-" "I'm alrea-" "HAUGH!"

Fuwahaha~

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