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madiomens · 2 years ago

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Just Pretend [n.s.]

Summary: Maddie Lane is a 25 year old nurse who primarily works between the hospital and music festivals that happen around where she lives. She loves her job and what she does, it's what she was always meant to do.

So, what happens when she gets offered to combine her two jobs and go around the world with Bad Omens as their tour nurse? The road is lonely, and Maddie and Noah know the feeling all too well when they're constantly alone with each other. They aren't in relationships but maybe with each other they can Just Pretend until it turns into something more.

Warnings: Angst, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up people!!), mention of past abuse, heavy language

Pairing: Noah SebastianxOFC

All the chapters will be found on my master list posted at the top of my profile! Enjoy <3

Chapter One

I slid my medical personnel lanyard around my neck as I walked through the gate of Aftershock, running my fingers through my loose curls as I pulled my hair out from underneath it. California is technically never cold but it is October and chillier than usual so I opted for a pair of navy scrubs with a long sleeve fitted shirt underneath. Instant happiness washed over me as I was met with the sound of different bands playing throughout the area. A worker pointed me to the medical tent and I gave them a thanks before making my way to the others.

"Hi! Name and title?" A lady checking us in questioned.

"Maddie Lane, RN." I said with a smile.

She slid her finger down the page before nodding and placing a check beside my name. "Welcome and thank you for helping! Behind me you will find backpacks with all the supplies you might need inside them. These include splints, bandaids, gauze, disinfectant, two green whistles, IV kits, and a few other things. Since you are an RN you will be able to administer pain medication as well as some injections if needed, you just have to get them from any medical table you see. You get free food and refreshments while you are here, just show them your lanyard. We like to just make our way around the crowds and check them out. You have full access to in front of the barriers along with backstage, so I would make at least one round backstage per stage to check on the performers and make sure all is well. You can find banana bags back there on carts if any of them are dehydrated. Come see me if you have any questions! My name is Peggy. "

I smiled at her. "Thank you, Peggy."

"You're welcome! Oh, pick up one of the radios too." She said.

I made my way behind her table to grab a lime green backpack and slung it around my shoulders, tightening the straps so it sat comfortably on my back. I took my sunglasses off my scrub top and placed them on my face, the bright California sun straining my eyes. I started making my way to the first stage next to us and walking around the crowd. A couple girls came up to ask me if there was any water close by so I went and grabbed them a couple bottles at a medical tent, receiving enthusiastic thank you's in return. I smiled at them before making my way around the rest of the crowd, everyone on the outside looking good to go. I walked to the side of the stage and showed security my lanyard before being shuffled backstage so I could check on the workers and performers at that area.

I introduced myself to a few of the workers, telling them to let me know if they needed anything. They thanked me for my help before I began making my way further backstage to find any performers who might've indulged in a few too many drinks before showtime. I rounded a corner and saw a sitting area, a man laying on a long red couch with his arm over his eyes. I walked to his side and crouched down, taking my backpack off to set on the floor beside me. I placed my hand gently on his shoulder, causing him to jump and uncover his squinted eyes.

"Hi, my name is Maddie. I'm a nurse working the festival today. Are you alright?" I questioned, looking into his dark brown eyes.

He shook his head no and squeezed his eyes shut. "I don't think so. I feel weird."

"Ok." I said, unzipping my backpack. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Daniel." He mumbled as he covered his eyes again.

"Have you drank any water today, Daniel?" I questioned, finding an IV kit in the bag. He shook his head no and I nodded in confirmation. "Alright, Daniel. When do you go on?"

He uncovered his eyes to check his watch, squinting to try and focus on it. "Thirty minutes."

I sighed and pushed myself off the ground to grab a banana bag off the cart behind me, returning to his side and sitting back down. "I'm gonna start an IV and try and get some fluids into you before then."

He groaned into his arm, causing me to chuckle. "A needle?"

I opened the IV kit with a laugh, slipping on some gloves from my bag. "It'll be quick and minimal pain, I promise."

He signed and laid his arm onto the couch beside me so I could look it over. "Ok, but if it's super painful I'm telling the whole crowd you hurt me."

I laughed as I rubbed an alcohol swab over a vein I chose. "Deal." I prepped the tubing for the bag before opening the needle. "Ready?"

He nodded and looked away from the needle as I anchored my finger on his skin. I smoothly inserted the IV, advancing the catheter and removing the needle from his skin before taping everything down. I hooked up all of the tubing and hung the bag from a clothing rack that was beside the couch before pushing myself off the ground, patting the man on his shoulder.

"This will be done by the time you're due on stage. There's medical staff running around who can take out the catheter for you." I said, zipping my bag up and tossing it onto my back.

"Thank you, Maddie." He said, giving me a nod.

I smiled at him. "Of course." I said before walking away and making my way around the back of the rest of the stage area.

Everyone denied any needs, so I left the backstage area to make my way to another concert area. I slowed my stride as I looked around, taking in all the music surrounding me. A content smile slid onto my face at the sound of all the music. I'm a big music fan but hold a special place in my heart for the metal and rock genres. I made my way around the next crowd, noticing a group was waving me to the front of the barricade. I picked up my pace to make it to the front, excusing myself when I'd bump into people. I briefly looked up at the stage to see who was playing, seeing none other than Noah Sebastian with his siren voice putting on the show of his life with the rest of the band. I forced myself to look away and push down the fan inside me as I made it to the front of the barricade.

Security had pulled a girl over so that she was standing in front of it, leaned over bracing herself on her knees as she struggled to breathe. I laid my hand on her back once I made it to her side, causing her to look over at me. Panic was written all over her face, her eyes wide and mouth hanging open, trying to take in as much oxygen as she could.

"Hi, I'm Maddie." I said, showing her my RN lanyard. "You having trouble breathing?"

She nodded frantically at me, grabbing at her chest before taking one deep breath and collapsing on the ground. Gasps echoed over the music as I grabbed her head before it hit the ground and I went to my knees beside her. I checked her pulse and noticed she no longer had one and immediately snapped into crisis mode, throwing my backpack off. I put my hands on her chest to begin compressions, counting to myself each one I did.

"Somebody radio for more help and have them bring an ambu bag." I said through my heavy breathing.

I went into tunnel vision as I continued pumping her chest, stopping every 30 to check her pulse. A group of medical personnel joined my side after a little bit, oxygenating her for me as I switched out with another worker. I took deep breaths through my nose and let them out through my mouth while I checked her pulse, letting the worker know she still didn't have one. They continued to perform compressions as I placed the AED pads on her chest. I switched back in to perform more compressions, counting out loud so they could monitor them. The AED let out a loud beeping from beside me and I turned to look at it, the screen signaling that we got a pulse back. I took my hands off her chest and rested them on my thighs, sitting back on my heels as my chest heaved up and down. The girl's eyes slowly opened and she looked at me in confusion.

I placed my hand on her shoulder. "Hey, you're ok. We've got you."

She grimaced, squeezing her eyes shut. "Ow." She said, causing me to chuckle and let out a sigh of relief.

Cheers erupted around us and I looked up to notice Bad Omens had stopped their set and were cheering along with the crowd. I slightly grinned at the lead singer before turning back to the crowd and giving them a small wave as the girl was put on a gurney and rolled off to the ambulance. The other workers pat me on the back as I picked my backpack back up and I sent them smiles in return.

"Everything ok now?" Noah asked me, crouched down so he could talk to me without the mic.

I nodded. "All under control."

"Good job." He said with a crooked grin before standing back up and continuing their set.

I stifled my grin before making my way backstage to check on other artists back there. I set up three IV's before Bad Omens came off stage, hyped up off of the high from performing in front of all those people. I paused my conversation with the performer I was hooking up to fluids to look at the band. The drummer high fived all the boys before quickly running over to the closest trash can, emptying the contents of his stomach into it. I patted the shoulder of the man I was helping before grabbing my bag and walking over to him, placing my hand on his back as he caught his breath.

"Why don't you come lay down." I said, rubbing his back softly as I guided him to the couch beside him. He laid down on it and threw his arm over his eyes with a groan. "Have you drank water today?"

"Does beer count?" He mumbled, causing me to chuckle.

"Not at all." I said as I unzipped my backpack.

He turned to look at me with furrowed brows when he heard the sound of packages being opened. "What are you doing?"

"I gotta get you hydrated." I said, grabbing a bag of saline off of the side table.

He groaned and poked his bottom lip out. "Do you have to?"

"If you don't want to stroke out, yes." I said, looking at him as he pouted.

His eyes got wide before nodding his head. "Ok yes please help needle mommy."

I laughed out loud as I opened everything and started looking over the veins in his arm. "My name's Maddie."

"Hi Maddie, I'm Nick. Or Folio. Or drummer." He said, causing me to chuckle again.

"Hi Nick. I'm going to poke you now." I said, giving him a warning before inserting the IV.

He grimaced before relaxing more into the couch. I hung up the bag on a stand before injecting some anti-nausea medications with some vitamins into the bag, turning it a bright shade of yellow.

Nick turned to me, color already returning to his face as the fluids entered his veins. "You're the one who saved that girl, aren't you?"

I grinned at him as I made sure the tape was secure on his arm. "I had help."

"But you jumped in without any hesitation. It was impressive." He said, a high pitched chuckle escaping him.

I smiled at him as I fully sat down, criss crossing my legs. "Thank you."

He closed his eyes with a sigh, relaxation taking over him. A tall shadow washed over me before I turned to see Noah squatting down beside me. "I'm Noah." He said, extending his hand to me.

I shook it with a smile. "Maddie. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. He gonna be alright?" He asked, gesturing to Nick.

I looked over at the sleeping man, nodding my head with a breathy laugh. "He should live to drum another day."

"Good. Thank you, Maddie." Noah said, squeezing my shoulder as I smiled at him. "That was pretty impressive what you did outside earlier."

"It was nothing." I said, breaking eye contact as my inability to accept compliments rose up.

"It wasn't nothing, but you're welcome." Noah said with a chuckle.

I cut my eyes at him before I could stop myself, causing him to laugh louder once I realized what I did.

"Noah your laugh is too loud right now." Nick said behind his arm.

Noah jutted his head to the side, motioning for me to follow him further into the backstage area. I zipped up my bag and followed him, quickly checking on the others who were receiving fluids as well. He stopped at the hydration station to fill up a cup of water, handing me one as well. I smiled at him in thanks before gulping it down, cotton mouth almost taking over.

"So is this all that you do, or do you work as a nurse somewhere else?" He questioned as he leaned against the table.

"Oh, I work at the hospital. I don't get paid for this." I said with a chuckle.

His eyes got wide. "You put in all this work for nothing in return?"

I laughed. "I help because I can."

"Very selfless of you." He said, filling his cup up with more water.

I smiled at him as I took another sip of water. "Thank you, I think."

"So, I have a crazy idea." He said, tossing his empty cup in the trash and turning to face me.

I tossed my own into the trash and furrowed my brows at him. "I'm listening."

"How would you feel about coming along with us on tour and being a tour nurse?" He questioned, crossing his arms across his chest. "That is, if you're not too attached to the hospital."

My eyes widened at his question. "Me?"

He chuckled with a nod. "Yes, Maddie, you."

I thought about the idea for a few moments before answering. "The only thing I love more than working in the ER is music."

"Then come pursue your first love with us." He said, eyes boring deeply into mine.

"I would need time to put in my notice." I said.

He shrugged. "We have a month before tour."

I chewed on the inside of my lip before answering. "I'm in."

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butterflyboned · 5 months ago

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Hi, and welcome to my blog!! My name is Mochi, and this is my manifestation sideblog! I am a 16 year old headmate in a bodily 19, mixed origin collective! I am an age regressor and slide between 2-5 years old, so this account is a very cool blend between babycore, kidcore, and hospitalcore!

I am also a part of the transabled and reality shifting communities and use underground subliminals to manifest different chronic illnesses that I want, as well as reach my ultimate goal of shifting!

This account will be completely immersive RP based on my "permanently hospitalized" desired reality, starting after this gif! Click "read more" if you have questions <3

A little about me! ~ <3

Likes: fuzzy blankets, stuffed animals, toys, the hospital I'm in, pokémon, carebears, my little pony, arthur, lolita fashion, mermaids, fairies, unicorns, fairytales, thunderstorms, animals, nature, most bugs, sanrio, minecraft, TS4, roblox, LDShadowlady, DanTDM, Stacyplays, IHasCupquake, Pocari Roo, PopularMMOs, Aphmau

Dislikes: my chronic pain, cold weather, heat, bullies, homework, spaghetti and similar noodle shapes, peas, face bandages, fruit punch :(

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nursingwriter · 3 months ago

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Equine Sports Medicine Polo is one of the sports that rely heavily upon horses. The sport has developed from ancient times, and is growing in popularity in the United States, as well as other Western countries. According to Paul Wollenman, 40% of polo ponies in the United States are Argentine Thoroughbreds, while 60% are American. Polo players require more than one horse -- up to as many as seven -- during a game. The game is played by four players on each team, and consists of six 7-minute periods, or chukkers. Usually a different horse is used for each chukker. Because so many horses are required for each game, the investment requirement is rather large, despite the fact that polo ponies are generally cheaper than other thoroughbreds such as race horses. According to Wollenman, the value of high goal horses range between $20,000 and $60,000, down to low goal club ponies that range from $6,000 to $12,000. There is also a specific dress code associated with the sport. White jeans or breaches are worn with a specifically designed T-shirt for each team (Hungarian Polo Club). The T-shirt usually has a collar and displays the position number on the back and chest of each player. Some players use gloves, although this is not a requirement. Wrist and elbow bands are worn for protection. A helmet is essential to prevent or mitigate head injuries, which players suffer most commonly when playing polo. Face masks and goggles are also often worn to protect the player against injury from mallets or balls. Knee guards are worn above the boots to the knees from injury. Polo boots should be comfortable and durable. They are brown, reach up to the knees, and have a zipper at the front. Being a somewhat stressful sport, Polo can cause injury not only to riders, but also to horses. There are several common injuries suffered by Polo ponies. One of the most common of these is tendon injuries (Wollenman). Types of tendon injuries can range from "banana bows," which are easily noticed, to minor swelling. Because they are so common, these injuries are normally noticed and treated long before they become serious. Blisters associated with this type of injury cause hair growth patterns that serve as an indicator that treatment is required. Another common injury among polo ponies occurs in the ligaments, and particularly in the suspensory ligament. There are three specific locations where such injury can occur: the proximal, mid-body, or branch locations. Proximal suspensory desmitis is regarded as the most common ligament problem, affecting about 5 to 8% of polo ponies per year. Most horses recover from this condition, within 3 weeks to 3 months (Wollenman). The worst and most recurring of ligament injuries is suspensory body desmitis. This injury could include a broken splint bone, and would require the horse to rest for a significant amount of time. Suspensory branch desmitis commonly occur in ponies that have played in the number 2 and 3 positions. Such injuries will usually lead to a polo pony no longer being able to compete in high goal competition, although they will still be useful as low goal ponies (Wollenman). According to Wollenman, the fetlock joints are most affected in polo ponies. Quick lateral pivoting, fatigue and hyperextension can cause severe strain to these joints, and can affect toe to elbow flexibility. Common conditions associated with fetlock joints in polo ponies include joint effusion, resentment, restriction and lameness (Wollenman). Such injuries are easily treated. According to Natalie Waran (38), clinical tests on blood samples taken from ponies after competing showed high levels of substances such as lactic acid, proteitn, sodium, and haemoglobin, which is typical of high-activity horses. Problems such as dehydration and myopathies do occur in polo ponies, but less so than in other sports horses such as race horses. On the other hand, traumatic and severe injury tends to be higher in polo ponies. Furthermore, a Malaysian study found that 14 out of 33 ponies had fetlock joint swellings, 9 had restricted joint fexion, 13 of the same group had pain on the flexion, while 13 displayed lameness. This is indicative of the rate of general injuries that occur. Usually, ponies with severe or traumatic injury have to be euthanized, having little chance to recover. Less serious injuries however recover more easily with the correct treatment. The least serious common injury for polo ponies is the pastern. The injury is caused when players swing their mallets for neck shots, impacting the right side of the pastern. The lameness caused by such an injury is also known as "bamboo fever," and does not result in any long-term problems. Because polo ponies are generally an expensive investment, it is necessary to provide them with proper care in order to ensure their continued well-being and optimal use in the sport. There are several treatments available for injured horses. These range from the highly traditional to very new and revolutionary therapies. One such remedy is heat and cold therapy. Zamar offers a relatively new method of administering this therapy, via a programmable machine. The machine is designed to combine heat and cold therapy with massage not only to repair, but also to maintain horses' legs. Treatment pads are attached to the affected area and the system works by means of an adapted circulation system. According to Zamar, research has proved the effectiveness of heat and cold therapy. The system is also said to play a major role in offering relief to horses with injuries and maintenance needs. Specifically, heat and cold therapy is used for tendon/ligament injuries, splints, hematoma, sore shins, bursitis, suspensory desmitis, as well as any area of the body that has been injured or strained. Zamar's prices start at around $40. Another recognized and drug free therapy for injured polo ponies is magnetic energy (Blue Springs Polo School). In addition to its other virtues, the therapy is also favored for its non-invasive nature, and it restores the horse faster than other, more traditional methods. Equestrian magnetic therapy increases muscle elasticity, provides relief for stressed or fatigued joints and muscles, and reduces the necessity for pain relief prescriptions. Specific therapies available at the Blue Springs Polo Center include the magnetic blanket at $180-30, magnetic boots at $120, bell boots at $80, and the pastern band at $35. The magnetic blanket has a light and durable design to ensure comfort. They are often used both prior to and after competitions. Before games, the magnetic blanket is used for warm ups, while it is used to soothe a strained neck after competitions. Older horses that suffer from back and neck problems can also benefit from this therapy. Magnetic boots are beneficial for stressed lower leg muscles and tendons, where polo ponies receive the most strain. Sprains in these areas are common, and treated effectively with magnetic boots. The boots can also be used preventatively before and after work-outs. They increase circulation and reduces recovery time after injury. Focusing on the hoof, magnetic bell boots are used to ensure deep penetration and blood circulation to the hoof. They are applied in the treatment of laminitis, navicular syndrome, and chronic bruising. As noted above, the pastern joint is a significant problem area for polo ponies. The quick stops, turns and twisting movements required by the sport result in severe strain to these areas and can cause degenerative joint disease. The magnetic pastern band can be applied to these areas when treating arthritis, high ringbone, fractures and tendon injuries. Other available therapies include chiropractic treatment, massage therapy, laser therapy, acupuncture and acupressure, as well as physical therapy. Chiropractic treatment is a fairly new in terms of its application to the equine industry, resulting in a large amount of skepticism. Where skillfully applied, it is however extremely useful in treating problems in the neck, shoulders and back. Like magnetic therapy, one of the major benefits of this therapy is the fact that it is drug free. For the same reason, massage therapy has become very popular for polo ponies. Massage therapy is generally applied where muscle soreness occurs. It is not however useful for serious injuries or conditions. Laser therapy, on the other hand, is recognized as a useful tool for reducing problems such as inflammation and soreness, as well as general toning and maintenance. Lasers increase the circulation of blood to an injury, thus speeding up the healing process. Traditional Chinese remedies such as acupuncture and acupressure are also enjoying popularity and success in the equestrian community. Acupuncture should be used with great care to ensure that the horse is not unduly stressed, as this will reduce the effect of the treatment. Commonly, neck problems, lameness, and problems in the back and hindquarters are treated by these methods. Physical therapy has been part of polo pony care for many years. This entails a series of treatments over time, and has shown great benefits for injured, tired and strained horses. While the level of therapy will vary according to the injury or condition, physical therapy has been shown and is trusted to be one of the most effective drug free treatments for horses. In conclusion, it is a commonly established fact that horses used in sports, and particularly in polo, require a level of special care in order to ensure their longevity and well-being. The current paradigms regarding animal care mandates that no animal should suffer cruelty at human hands. This also extends to the treatment and care of polo ponies. Owners are to do all in their power to prevent injury or death to their horses. This is why associations such as the United States Polo Association mandate a number of particular rules and regulations to ensure that polo ponies are being treated correctly. Indeed, a recent press release by the Association indicated the approval of a law to randomly test the blood and urine of polo ponies to ensure that no irregularities or abuse occur. For the industry, it is vitally important to maintain healthy horses. This affects both the reputation and longevity of the sport itself. If an excessive number of injuries occur, for example, inquiries will be made into the safety measures not only of the industry in general, but also of the specific location where such injuries occur. Polo ponies are sentient beings that will flourish with the proper care and attention. It is therefore important to ensure that all the necessary treatments be in place when injury or strain occurs. References Blue Springs Polo School. Equine Magnetic Products. 2009. http://www.polo-nz.co.nz/equine-magnetic-products.html Hungarian Polo Club. Polo Accessories, 2009. http://www.magyarpoloclub.hu/Polo/Accessories.aspx United States Polo Association. USPA Equine Drugs and Medications Program. 2008. http://www.us-polo.org/2009_drug_testing.htm Waran, Natalie. The Welfare of Horses. Springer, 2002. Wollenman, Paul. Prepurchase Examination of Polo Horses. AAEP, 1999. http://www.ivis.org/proceedings/AAEP/1999/13.pdf Zamar. Equine and Sports Injury Hot/Cold Therapy. 2007. http://www.zamar-uk.com/intro.htm Read the full article

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rjalker · 2 years ago

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Made with speech to text.

I don't actually know anything about Miles Morales outside the first spider-verse movie and I'm not even counting the second one because it was so terrible but anyways I dreamed that one of his cousins had super powers of astral projection and the Revelation this was astral projection made a lot more sense because there was an opening sequence like cartoon where the kid went to school and got home and turn the lights off and seem to go to sleep after jumping into bed only to then immediately open their eyes sit up and just go rolling out the window onto the roof off the roof and onto a moving train and I was like what is happening. But then it was real that everything after the closing eyes part was astral projection.

I didn't catch her name or what her powers were beyond the actual projection because there were some spider powers in there but she was like orange themed maybe with like a little bit of green but mostly Orange.

And then I was me not this kid and fighting a bunch of wolves that had the same for a pattern as all these kittens inside some giant Museum thingy.

And then it was a doctor who Unbound thing where the doctors companion who might have been named Carlos had banana family reunion possibly he was related to miles in the astral projection kid I'm not sure but he was the doctor's companion and the Tardis at this point could go wherever she wanted and land properly but something else just got damaged so while Carlos was at the party the doctor snuck back into the TARDIS to repair it and had to like go into some weird sideways Dimension to do so so when Carlos came in he couldn't find the doctor and like accidentally bumped into something in the different dimension or something I don't know it was weird but the Tardis took off uncontrollably and then they landed on some quote unquote archeology planet end quote and this is the most ridiculous statement I've ever heard but anyways anyways.

This was a giant "archaeological site" (aka graveyard) that apparently took up the whole planet which didn't have an actual known name because none of the current people cared enough apparently and anyways some people were grave robbing it and like apparently every single incarnation of the doctor came here at the same point to steal some of the gravegoods with the graverobbers? And was justifying this by going through and rescuing the graverobbers anytime one of them got into danger.

Like, one of them fell off cliff and would have gotten stuck and died if the doctor hadn't been waiting at the bottom with like some bandages and a splint and some crutches apparently. And another almost died from an allergic reaction but the doctor had a space EpiPen ready around the corner.

Anyways. This might have also been the place where the kitten colored wolves were running around? Possibly back in time? Possibly Carlos got sent to the past and the doctor was in the quote unquote present? It's not very clear.

I liked Carlos. Too bad he's not a real companion.

#Rjalker has weird dreams #made with speech to text

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cathedralcomic · 2 years ago

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okay so I have synesthesia and I thought you would find it interesting what some of the cathedralcats taste/smell like to me: splint tastes like really strong, spicy cinnamon candy, moth smells like burnt sugar, dawn tastes like bananas foster, smokey smells very subtlety of wet dirt, thorn tastes like metal/blood, honey tastes like chocolate milk, mallow smells kindawaxy, flyn tastes like mint icecream, bourbon smells like soap, and whiskey smells like vanilla. rook has no scent or taste sadly.

ohhhhhhh wow i LOOOVE this this is so cool. now i want cathedral scented candles

#ask #poor sweet unscented rook..#these are all so true

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Solar; you ok?

*twilight still cough up smoke because of boom*

Gently turning towards Solar and Twilight and giving them a smile, they quipped 'Well, I've felt better.' as they eased their gaze towards the two and gave a small chuckle, gritting their teeth at the sharp pain they felt immediately afterwards.

Light was relieved beyond belief that nobody else was hurt. Looking back at the green Unicorn, who was still standing near the hole he made in the wall, Light's amethyst purple eyes were quickly filled with white-hot anger at the damage he caused and the risks he took, as their hooves and tail started to darken and glow with the same reddish flame as moments before the blast. Turning away and taking a deep breath, the flames subsided, to the relief of the present ponies.

The rest of the group made sure Light would not move, as neither the extent nor the severity of their injuries were yet determined. Using their magic to grab the legs of the broken table Banana had sat at moments before, Twilight, with the help of the snow-white coated Unicorn and the young dragon, made a number of splints to apply to the Kirin's legs, to prevent any further damage.

Returning a little while later, the calm Earth Pony with the large hat returned, followed by a larger, red-coated stallion, pulling a cart behind him, reassuring the group that there were no other injuries anywhere in town, save for townsfolk startled at the sudden blast.

Very gently, supported by the Pegasi from above and the Earth Ponies from both their sides, Light moved towards the cart, thanking the group profusely for their help as they did so. Staring daggers at the green Unicorn as they moved past him, Boom looked back with his heterochrome ruby and amber coloured eyes, and though the Unicorn appeared young, his eyes were old, and filled with a deep, piercing sadness. Whether due to regret over the consequences of their recent actions, or because of past heartache, Light could not tell.

For the moment, Light turned away, focusing on themselves and the group, as they were helped onto the cart heading toward the doctor in the town. As they were heading off, followed by most of the group, including Banana, Light saw that Rain, Solar and Twilight stayed behind and sternly talked with the Unicorn over his recklessness.

As Light was headed towards town, and the volume of the argument lessened, they could see the green Unicorn lowering his stature, apologise, and express remorse and regret over his actions, while others in the group explained that using explosives and blowing things up was a speciality of his, though, evidently, he did not realise the explosives would be as strong as they were, nor that there were so many ponies in the room adjacent to the wall he blew up.

Catching up with the rest of the group and Light on the cart, Rain explained that Boom reminded them of libraries in other areas, like the Royal Archives in Canterlot and the Library of the Crystal Empire, collections dating to thousands of years ago, not just a small number of books collected in the last few years since the castle's magical construction. As soon as Light recovered the group could head out, though they were unsure how long this would take.

Looking back toward the castle, Light saw Solar, Twilight and Boom wave at them before they turned toward the ruined library, as Rain continued by saying they would stay at the castle for a while, rebuilding the walls and restoring the library as best they could, hopefully with the help of the Princess of the Sun.

Putting aside their anger, and speaking with as much genuine lightheartedness and positivity as they could muster, Light said:

'We'll have to get better acquainted, him and I. He seems like an… intriguing character.'

They promised the accompanying group they would not hold on to anger, though they would like a stern word with Boom, hoping to give him a stern talking to, both to chain his recklessness and to get a glimpse behind the young Unicorn's old eyes.

(Thanks for reading! Please feel free to send a question or a thought you had!)

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Featuring: Banana Pie from @askbananapie Twilight Sparkle and Solar Eclipse as Twilight Eclipse from @asktwilighteclipse Boomlord from @thedumbguywithaheart43 Light Rain from @ask-light-rain-and-buds

#healthy light #story related #my little pony #writing #oc #banana pie #boomlord #twilight eclipse #light rain #friendship is magic #mlp #mlp friendship is magic

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kookicat · 5 years ago

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When You've Walked My Road

None of the others have been to this safe house, and if he has his way, it'll stay like that, because it's less safe house and more medic station, with cupboards packed with every supply that they might need. There's a sturdy wooden table that he keeps scrubbed, and five camp beds, because if they ever have to retreat to the place, he's making sure the whole team is there and locking the place down.

He pulls out the big medical bag and dumps it on the table, flipping it open to inspect what's left inside. It's still almost full, missing just a few bandages and dressing packs from their last job, but they're going up against Damien Moreau -Damien fucking Moreau- and while Nate seems blissfully unconcerned about the potential for danger, Eliot can't let himself fall under such illusions. He knows intimately just how dangerous the other man is, and if he can't stop Nate running them up against him, at least he can make sure they're as ready as they can be. Mitigate some of the damage when things go bad, because he honestly can't see how this ends without bloodshed. God, I hope I can keep them all safe, he thinks, and rubs the back of his neck, feeling the tension there. Let me be the one bloody, if it comes to that.

The thought brings him neatly back to the medical supplies and he grabs an empty tub, pulling everything out before he wipes the inside of the bag with sanitiser spray and spools up his mental checklist of what needs to be inside. Dressings, band aids and bandages are a simple staple, along with tape, and he adds in two more packs than he hopes they'll ever need, following them with wound cream and wipes, because it's an easy first step in avoiding an infection. He pauses, then tucks another tube in, because between him and the minor injuries Parker gets, they go through the stuff with frightening speed sometimes. He drops in a couple of slings and splints, rubbing his wrist in reflex, because he'd picked up a nasty sprain a few jobs ago and a splint would have made the drive home a lot more comfortable.

He knows it surprises people that he knows how to heal as well as how to bust heads, a dichotomy they can't quite reckon, but it makes perfect sense to him. His whole unit had learned basic medical skills, because if the guy next to you is shot in the gut, you don't have time to wait for help. And anyway, in his line of work, knowing how to patch yourself up can be the difference between life and death, because bullet holes and stab wounds tend to attract the wrong kind of attention at an ER.

He flips open the trauma shears, checking they still work and tucks them in, next to a smaller kit that includes single use scalpels and suture packs. On a whim, he adds a couple of disposable tweezers, because Parker had got a nasty metal splinter climbing through a duct on their last job and Sophie's still moaning about them using her expensive tweezers to get it out three months later. It makes him smile, just for a second, before the tension in his gut takes over again. Some jobs just feel wrong, and this is one of them, doubly so because of Moreau's involvement. Eliot's no coward, but you don't take down a guy like Moreau; you either put a bullet in his skull, preferably from a distance, or you keep the fuck out of his way.

He pokes his mental checklist and digs through the tub, pulling out a handful of hemostatic dressings and elastic bandages. The items are on the list of things he carries but hopes never to have to use, because uncontrollable bleeding isn't something he can fix in the field and anyway, the damn stuff burns like fuck. There's a neat round scar on his bicep to attest to the fact, and he can still remember the terror of watching his blood pour out of him like water from a tap. He tucks the items in the bag, because if his life had taught him anything, it's that it's better to be over prepared than under prepared.

Rain lashes against the windows, and the sky is filled with dark and looming clouds that match Eliot's mood perfectly. He adds a bag of IV supplies, the plastic catheters incongruously cheerful in the dim light. He's pretty sure his arms are still bruised from teaching Sophie and Parker how to place them, but it'll be worth it, if this goes down how he thinks it will. Three bags each of normal saline and Lactated Ringers solution go in next, along with a couple of banana bags. If they need more fluids, they're in hospital territory, and the thought sends a weird little shiver through him. It's not exactly a premonition, but it still reinforces just how bad an idea this job is.

Maybe I can get Nate to listen, he thinks as he packs the drug case back in the medical bag, adding Zofran as an afterthought, because he knows he'll puke his guts up with a bad enough concussion and going through that once was awful enough that he never wants to do it again. There's a couple of types of broad spectrum antibiotics in there, just in case, too. He knows Nate, knows that now he's got the scent, nothing will stop him, but Nate isn't the only stubborn one on the team and maybe, for once, they can get him to listen to reason. The rest of them have the choice of going along for the ride or getting out of the way, but the thought of leaving Nate to handle Moreau alone makes well hidden anxiety worm through his gut. He's committed and that means being prepared, so he heaves a sigh and tucks a couple of tourniquets under the webbing on the outside of the bag, where they're easy to get at quickly. If they have any luck left, they won't need them, but anything involving Moreau feels like a curse.

Just the sound of his name makes Eliot's hands feel sticky, coated in drying blood, because God knows he'd shed enough of the stuff in the man's employment. He flips the bag back open and adds in a box of gloves, then walks around the table to drop heavily on the seat there, exhaustion hitting him suddenly. It's well down in the AM and he's been awake this best part of twenty four hours. It's not the longest he's ever been awake, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel the drag of tired muscles, the dull throb of a headache that's been with him since Nate announced the plan. The safe house is chilly, because he hasn't bothered to kick the furnace one, and he shivers, forcing himself to his feet because the job's not done yet and he wants the bag finished before he sleeps.

Silver foil emergency blankets go in next, along with heat and cold packs. He runs warm, but Parker and Hardison both tend to get cold easily and that's bad if they're also nursing an injury. Shock is no joke and he's run that gauntlet enough times to respect it. He adds burn gel and dressings, just in case, because Parker has no fear of climbing through steam vents that any sane person would avoid. The bag is bulging and he runs through his checklist one more time, satisfied that he's got everything he might need.

A quick glance at his watch tells him that he has three hours to grab some sleep and he heads to the ratty but comfortable couch in the small living area, dropping down onto it with a sigh and bending to unfastened his boots before he swings his jean clad legs up and tugs the ugly knitted throw down over himself. He blinks, yawning, and knows if he wants to function properly in the morning, he needs to sleep, but his mind is buzzing with what if's that he just can't shake. He forces a breath out through his nose and shifts a little, getting more comfortable. Every time he closes his eyes, all he can see is his team, broken and battered and bloody on the floor. After what seems like an eternity, he gives in and reaches under the table next to the couch for the bottle there, lip curling in self disgust as he downs a good mouthful. It's a crutch, and a crude one at that but any port in a storm and he's facing a big one. The booze takes the sharpness off everything and he settles back down, eyes closing, and finally lets himself rest.

#leverage #eliot spencer #team as family #the big bang job #Eliot prepares for battle #fanfic #fan fiction #episode tag

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writing-mermaid · 5 years ago

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Siren, part 3 : Roundtable Rival

Summary : Y/N is a mutant, a Siren, the last of her kind, with deadly dangerous powers and a hidden past. If most of the Avengers likes and get along with her, Steve doesn’t, and it’s getting worse when Y/N and Bucky become close. After all what can bring two broken souls together if it’s not a dark past.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings : Language, mention of injuries, Steve is an asshole.

Word Count : 2 455

Square Filled : @star-spangled-bingo : "He’s my friend”

@buckybarnesbingo : B5 - Language

Author’s note : I have this story on my WIPs for a little time. I hope that you’ll like it. This story is also my entry for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan ‘s Little Darlin’s Mystery AU Challenge, the prompt I chose is Siren AU. Don’t forget that feedback is appreciated and really important.

Song of the title : Roundtable Rival - Lindsey Stirling

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Half-way to the compound, Bucky is still sleeping. I just hope that I didn’t poison him. Steve already hates me, he’s going to be mad when he’ll Bucky asleep on the ramp.

“FRIDAY”, I ask the AI who is also connected the Quintets.

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N ?”, she questions.

“Can you please let Tony know that we will need Doctor Cho when I land back at the compound ?”

“Of course, Miss Y/L/N. Who is in need of medical assistance, you or Sergeant Barnes ?”

“Both of us”, I respond, looking at my bleeding left palm, despite the bandage I put around to stop the blood. I will definitely need stitches. My right wrist hurt too, and I probably have some scratches on my face. I hope it’s not broken.

I feel tired and I’m relieved when I finally catch sight of the compound. It takes me a few more minutes to finally land in the basement. The Quinjet ramp opens to Doctor Cho, the medic team, the rest of the Avengers and of course, Fury.

“What happened ?”, Steve asks angrily when he sees Bucky laying on the floor. “He better be still alive”, he adds, glaring at me, while checking for his best friend’s pulse.

“Of course, he’s alive”, I bite back. “I just had to put him to sleep.”

The medic team rushes in the Quinjet, with a stretcher for Bucky. They lift him on it to take him to the med quarters, Steve on their heels.

“What about you, Y/N ?”, Helen Cho asks me. “Are you alright ?”

“Maybe a few bruises, but I will need some stitches on my left hand, and I twisted my right wrist. I’m sore and tired, after all, I had to drag him from HYDRA’s warehouse to the jet”, I point to the direction where the rest of the med team took Bucky.

“I’ll check your wrist after I stitch you hand”, she says, looking at my left palm, “It’s a little dirty”, she adds, “you might have some debris in it too. Let’s go.”

“Wait a minute”, Steve states, putting himself between me and the pathway to the infirmary. “I want to know what happened first.”

“Let go of her Rogers, you can see she needs medical care”, Tony steps in. “She will tell you everything you want to know tomorrow morning.”

“No, I want to know what happened and I want to know it right now”, he nearly shout.

“With all my respect Captain, my patient here needs treatments. You can ask her what happened when she’s patch-up and had some rest, not before”, Helen glares at him. “Come on Y/N”, she says to me, before taking me to the med quarters.

“You saved me from his wrath”, I murmur to her, when we’re past Steve and the rest of the Avengers.

After Helen stitched my hand and checked my wrist, which is not broken and put in a splint, she settles me on a bed next to Bucky, who’s still sleeping.

“How is he ?”, I ask her.

“Fine”, she answers. “I don’t know what happened there, but you did what you had to do”, she adds, looking at me in the eyes.

“I hope so”, I say.

“I’ll let you rest now, you need it. There is a glass of water and paracetamol on the night table in case it hurts too much”, she explains before turning off the lights and going out of the room.

I might have fallen asleep because my eyes shoot themselves open sometimes later, when I hear a growl in the bed next to mine.

“Hey there, Sleeping Beauty, happy to see you awake and alive”, I say, raising from my own bed and approaching him.

“How are you doing ?”, he asks me, trying to sit up.

“I’m the one who should ask this to you”, I answer handing him a glass of water, “I sort off had to knock you off.”

“What happened ?”, he questions, drinking a mouthful of the plastic glass, “because to be honest, I absolutely have no clue about why I’m here and why I have been unconscious.”

“You really want to know ?”

“Please Y/N, I need to know if I’ve done something wrong or not.”

“Ok then. When we entered HYDRA’s facility, there were a lot of casks with a sort of gas inside of it, two HYDRA’S handymen came in with one and apparently, the plug was unplugged, diffusing some gas. I think that, because of the way you behaved with me, saying I was intoxicating and starting to touch and kiss me the way you did, and as I didn’t smell anything, I think that this could be something made out of Siren blood. It did exactly the same thing that my powers do when I don’t take my pills. You acted as if I haven’t taken my medicine. And just by breathing a very tiny quantity of that gas. I had to use one of my powers on you, and I kissed you to put you to sleep and I didn’t have the choice because, if I didn’t only god knows what would have happen.”

“You kissed me ?”, he looks at me, eyes wide open.

“Just to save my skin, Barnes, not for pleasure”, I say, trying not to blush, thinking about what Nat told me just before I left for the mission. “Anyway, Steve was pretty mad when I walked out of the Quinjet, he might have thought I killed you. That man really hates me…”, I add sighing.

At the same moment, Doctor Cho enters the room, alongside Steve, who looks at me with a furious gaze.

“Y/N”, she says, looking at me. “Glad to see you’re awake, and seem better, you can leave and sleep in your room”, she smiles at me.

“Thanks Helen”, I say to her, “just on time for my pill. Have a nice night.”

“You too”, she replies. “And you Sergeant Barnes…”, she starts.

“Y/N”, Bucky cuts her.

“Yes ?”, I turn toward him.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, James”, I tell him. “Goodnight”, I add, crossing the threshold.

“Goodnight”, he whispers, and I can barely ear him, his voice almost covered by Steve’s who’s asking him how he is.

When I finally reach my bedroom, I collapse on my bed, empty of all my energy, and fall asleep again.

“Miss Y/L/N. Miss Y/L/N”, FRIDAY wakes me up.

“Hum”, I groan, “not now, let me sleep more.”

“Miss Y/L/N, your presence is required by Captain Rogers. He organized a debriefing about the mission you and Sergeant Barnes fulfilled yesterday. The meeting starts in 45 minutes.”

“What ?! 45 minutes”, I exclaim, raising from the bed, still dressed in my battle gear, in need of a hot shower and my stomach growling.

I grab my pill box on my nightstand and take one before heading to the bathroom. The hot water relaxes my tense muscles and all the dirt from the mission goes in the siphon. Once clean, I take a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt in my wardrobe and put a pair of Vans on my feet, put back the splint on my wrist. My hair still wet, I go the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat before facing Steve Rogers’ wrath. I can’t help but think that Steve will hold me responsible for what happened in HYDRA’s facility.

“Hi Y/N”, Wanda greets me when I enter the kitchen.

“Hi”, I answer back, opening the fridge, finding a bottle of watermelon juice.

“Rumor has it that you kissed Barnes”, Natasha says, also entering the kitchen, grabbing a banana in the fruit ball, and peeling it. “I knew you wanted to do it at some point”, she adds, biting in her yellow fruit.

“Haha, really funny Nat”, I tell her. “You know that I would never use my powers, and especially that one on anyone, and certainly not on one of my teammates.”

“I’m just kidding Y/N”, she puts her hand on my shoulder. “You obviously had a good reason to put Bucky to sleep, and we all know it.”

“All, except Steve”, I point. “He hates me. He might think I did that on purpose.”

“Avengers, assemble”, Tony says, passing his head through the door. “Captain’s orders, and he doesn’t seem very pleased, so you better be on time”, he adds, before walking away.

I sigh, putting down the empty glass, but keeping the bottle of watermelon juice in my hand, going to the door.

“What ?”, I ask Natasha, who rises one of her perfect eyebrows at me.

“Nothing, I think he’s already really pissed at you, he’ll be more to see you with juice.”

I shrug my shoulder and walk to the briefing room. Steve is near the overhead projector, arms crossed on his chest, speaking with Tony. Clint and Scott are laughing at I don’t know what and I can spot Bucky, on his chair, a half smile on his lips. He pats the chair next to his. As I don’t move, Natasha pushes me from behind, whispering a “go” into my ear.

“Hey”, I say, sitting down next to the long-haired soldier, putting my bottle of juice on the table in front of me. “How are you doing ?”

“Fine, thanks”, he answers. “You ?”

“I’m okay, a little tired but I think that with a few days off, I’ll feel better.”

“Good”, he says.

“Good”, I repeat awkwardly.

A few minutes later, Nick Fury enters the room, looking at all of us with his unique eye. Silence falls at the second he walks to the front of the room, next to Steve. Tony moves at the other side, taking place next to Bruce.

“So, I heard about what happened to Y/L/N and Barnes yesterday and I need some explanations.”

“I’d like to have some too”, Steve adds, looking at me aggressively. “I’d like to know what really happened there, as someone prevented me to question the Bucky and Y/N”, he says, and I know that he’s talking about Helen.

“So, who starts ?”, Tony asks.

“You probably remember more than I do”, Bucky looks at me.

“Ok”, I sigh. “When we land, we knocked out the first HYDRA henchmen we saw, we managed to go inside the warehouse. There were a lot of barrels some with colored gas, other with liquid. We heard a bang, so we hide, and two men were carrying a transparent keg containing the colored gas we saw before, one of them dropped it, and some of the gas escaped.”

I stop, in order to breathe and drink some of my juice.

“And then what happened ?”, Steve asks, impatient.

“Give the girl a minute”, Tony says, and I mouth a silent thank you to him.

“We were ready to leave our hiding place and stepped back into the warehouse when I felt Barnes’ lips on my nape and he tried to… to seduce me. Thinking quickly, I realized that that gas worked as one of my powers, my attraction one. As I couldn’t get rid of him, I kissed him to put him to sleep. I had no choice because only God knows what would have happen. When I was sure he was asleep, I just put the dynamite all around the warehouse and I pulled Bucky outside, before heading back to the Quinjet with his sleeping body and the dynamite exploded before I reached the jet, and I must have put a too big charge. I got injured and for the rest you know what happened.”

“So, you’re saying that you used your powers on one of your teammates”, Steve says, angrily.

“I had to”, I respond, getting up on my feet. “What you have happen if I didn’t ? We would have been captured or maybe worse, killed.”

“Don’t tell me what could have happen Y/N, you don’t know what would have happen.”

“I was there Rogers, you weren’t.”

“Please you two, stop”, Natasha rises from her chair. “You perfectly know it Steve that if Y/N used her powers, there was a good reason, she would never put in danger any members of the team. Plus, Barnes is a big guy, and you’re not his mother, so stop acting like a freaking mother hen around him.”

“He’s my friend”, Steve roars, turning back to me, “and you’re just…”

“I’m just what ?”, I bite back. “Another Avenger ? You’re just a fucking twat Steve, do you know that ?”

“You’re a fucking danger Y/N.”

“Language please”, Tony sighs from his spot.

“Enough”, Fury states, and I realize that I’ve never seen that man getting angry at anyone. “For now, I’m suspending Y/L/N and Barnes from missions for a few times, until I read their rapports and decide what to do. We’re finished here.”

“Tony, may I take the rest of my day if I’m not needed here, I have something to do”, I ask him, “and borrow one of the cars.”

“Yes, of course sweetheart, you can.”

“Thank you.”

“What ?”, Steve ask, eyes wide open as I defy his authority. “Tony’s not the one you should ask.”

“I ask who I want to and as Fury said, we’re finished here. You’ll have my rapport tomorrow morning”, I grab my bottle of juice and pass the doorstep.

“Well done Steve”, I can hear Bucky’s sigh when I lean against the nearest wall trying not to cry. “The poor girl is already feeling guilty of using her powers on me and you add to her guilt.”

I can’t hear Steve’s answer as I rather leave before Steve tells Bucky what he really thinks about me. I go back to my room to change into a simple blue dress and a pair of black ballet flat, before going to the garage and take one of Tony’s cars, a simple black city car one of the less flashy. After half an hour of driving, I finally reach New York and the Queens, not far from Rockaway Beach, where I spent a lot of time during my childhood. I park in front of a white building.

“Hello, miss Y/L/N”, the hostess greets me when I pass the door.

“Hello”, I smile at her. “How is he today ?”

“Fine, pretty calm”, she says. “Seems that you had a rough time”, she add, pointing at one of the bruises on my face.

“Yes, but don’t worry, nothing I can’t handle. May I go ?”

“Of course”, she smiles.

I climb the steps to the room, to find a familiar figure, back to the door, looking through the window.

“Hi, dad”, I quietly say, kissing his scrubby cheek.

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grey-marsh · 5 years ago

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What other Rufus headcanons do you have, if you don't mind sharing?

Ah, this got real long so the head cannons are under the cut! I have so many thoughts about Rufus since he just shows up to be a dramatic bitch with no real explanation in the remake. I never actually played Before Crisis (just read the synopsis) so sorry if any of this is contradictory!

Rufus’s parents probably weren’t Great™ so I imagine he grew up with a lot of Turk bodyguards/babysitters.

This makes him the weirdest little kid

Like the type of kid who tries to keep the dead bird he finds

The Turks, looking at each other: These are things a normal healthy child does, right?

If he did have nannies none stuck around that long

He picked up too many habits and mannerisms from the Turks so they’re all just like “why is this child staring at me like that? am- am I in a horror movie? is this how I die?” then get out of there as fast as possible

It does not get better when he’s sent to school and finally has to interact with kids his own age

Turks: It’ll be fine- just be your self

Rufus: The human body can be drained of blood in 8.6 seconds given adequate vacuuming systems

Other children: *crying*

Turks: Okay. New plan!

The Turks try to teach him how to socialize with non-murders but mostly that just teaches him how to be incredibly manipulative and vaguely menacing

Rufus has no concept of money or how much things cost

“I mean it’s one banana, Rude. What could it cost? 100 gil?”

Rufus cannot drive and has zero desire to learn

I already made a post about his house arrest being like the safe house episode of Brooklynn Nine Nine but I also like the idea that one day Reno shows up for Rufus Watch and Rufus’ wrist is splinted and

Rufus: Do you want to know how I hurt my wrist? I was hula-hooping. Tseng and I tried it for fitness and fun

Reno: Oh my god

Rufus: We've mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie-doodle.

Reno: Why are you telling me this?

Rufus: Because no one will ever believe you

Rufus hacks into Shinra security during house arrest and spies on EVERYONE. He eventually starts asking the Turks to start dropping off random items and notes for him to stir up trouble. Not as part of a blackmail scheme but just for the drama of it all.

Back when Darkstar was Dark Nation I liked to think she was named after some piece of pretentious Gaian literature so Rufus could be smug whenever anyone asked about her name

I’m going to stop there for now, but I’m super excited to see what SE is going to do with Rufus since they cut his fascist villain speech and made him able to see the whispers!

#simpzone #@simpzone #(I don't know how to tag people)#FFVII #FFVIIR #Rufus Shinra #Reno #Tseng #Rude #i can not get the bullet point formatting to stick so this is a mess #ooops #okay i just got rid of some of the formatting because Tumblr is fighting me

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hoe-doroki · 5 years ago

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ana reads bnha ch81

previous chapter here first chapter here next chapter here

Woahhhh, did Aoyama just…give up? Just…drop them and stop?? Wtf! Gosh, I just. I don’t like Aoyama. I don’t have patience for him. I don’t hate him, and I’m super open to seeing where he goes but still. I mean, it makes sense to have a couple characters who really aren’t ready for these situations. I do appreciate that storytelling choice, I really do. But it doesn’t make me like him.

This guy, on the other hand. Honestly, I can’t wait to see more from Awase. As much as it was cool to see Kendou and Tetsutetsu, I love seeing a clip of a character from class 1-a and one from class 1-b together. And he saves Momo! We LOVE our girl, Momo! It’s a shame we get to see so little of this. I would have loved to see them in action together. But this is enough to have me intrigued and send all my appreciation his way.

Okay, this geeks me, because it would take a good five minutes MINIMUM to make these splints for Deku. Gotta find some sticks and find a way to tie Uraraka’s one dinky shirt. And, like, I don’t think these kids have really gotten great medical training yet. Although, I guess we have to assume that some happens off camera, since they must have some by the provisional license arc…Regardless. This would not have happened in just a moment.

Overall: Lol, I love Twice. Him ending this chapter was so funny—and usually this series doesn’t have comedy like that. Also, gotta love Toga having the sense to yeet out of battle like she did. For a crazy 16yo, she at least has some sense. More than…well, the three nobodies who got beaten

Also, this hairbrained idea of Midoriya’s to have Tsu toss the boys in the air like cannonballs is just bananas. One of the worst schemes to date. How do they land?? I mean, we see their landing but how does that, you know, not end their lives? They seemed higher in the air in that scene than Midoriya in the first round of the sports festival (when he’s worried about landing, so he bounces off Todoroki and Bakugou lmao) so why was it a concern there and not here? Are Shouji’s…wings(??) like a parachute??

#ana reads the manga

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tench · 5 years ago

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1. Who makes the first move and how? Splinter for sure. Honestly i think he didn’t think much of the plausability of the relationship happening in the result, for sure it wasn’t the end goal, just enjoyed confusing the goat scientist with a bit of a flirting here and there. 2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?

Draxum for sure. It’s tather hard relying on other people when you have a social adaptivity of a spoiled banana and ego bigger than... idk. And was used by anyone who’d want to spend time. So he crave attention. A lot. But very passive agressively (at least at first). But he can learn to do better if motivated enough 5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Ok, like whole-heartedly? Draxum. He was very distressed. And after that he hid in the lab for days.

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

Snuggle? Upd. Shit, wrong kind of cold. Knowing Splinter he would snuggle, the episode of the flue season is still fresh in my mind... But maybe he has more practical knowledge of making... hot soup. And Draxum ofc will ask if he cosider slight dna adjustments to prevent getting cold in the future, or some not yet tested medication, or just making a fuss but mostly to talk about how easily preventable it all could be if anyone would just listen him in this house... and the snuggle. And then he’d catch the cold too

22. Where does their first kiss happen?

I drew that.

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love?

Splints because he could see that the other one, though often stubborn to a fault and selfish, can change even if it’s not something that is coming easy to him? And that it’s a cruel joke on both of them that the one run from one’s destiny but kept being forced into it and the other one wanted desperately to belong to a greater cause but keeps failing miserably and causing the damage he could not ever undone? So there’s sometimes this bitter silent understanding? And Draxum because he was given a chance, and a place, and that sence of being a part of something he always tried to build, but failed miserably? He won’t admit it, but he likes the feeling of people being grateful to him and just.. security of people genuinely caring and watching his back? Idk

#raisinrat #baronjitsu

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fandomsumthing · 6 years ago

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Spidey Sister Snapped pt. 2

This is a joint writing piece with @im-a-star-girl and check them out for part 1

Summary: Peter gets hurt and he can’t handle all the hatred being pointed at him any more.

Enjoy!

Peter groaned as he was thrown into a wall for the third time that night. He stumbled to his feet, before the thug with absolutely MASSIVE gauntlets was upon him again, throwing blind punches. He flipped out of the way, stumbling as his twisted ankle flared in pain once again.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m not feeling so good.” Peter said, struggling to his feet only to be decked again. Once he finally managed to stand and not be hit, he got behind the thug.

He webbed the thug, who punched at the webs, only to tangle his gauntlets. An alarmed look crossed his face when he realized that he wasn't getting anywhere. Peter leapt into the air, and wrapped the webs around the thugs neck, startling the man, and throwing him off his balance. He released the webs, before kicking the thug in the face. As he landed, he toppled for a moment, his sprained ankle throbbing. The thugs' gauntlet fell off of his hand, clearly not fastened on well as the man fell over, and landed on Peter's leg. Peter let out a cry of alarm and pain, shoving the heavy steel gauntlet off, seeing his disfigured knee, and realized it was fractured.

Peter looked around for any straight object that he could use as makeshift splint. His attention turned to the gauntlet on the ground, seeing two small metal poles on the inside. They would be able to hold until he got to a first aid kit. Peter took the gauntlet and smashed it against the ground, getting the poles lose. He took the poles and put them on both sides of his knee and web it in place. He stood up from the ground, his leg still hurt like hell but at least he knew that he wouldn’t cause any more severe injury to his knee cap. The thug groaned and Peter quickly webbed him up, not up to face the menace again. He shot his web and swung himself to a higher building to contact Ock to call the police and let him take care of it from there.

"Parker? Do you know what time it is?"

"Y-yeah uhh, I need a bit of help." Peter whimpered, sitting down with a heavy grunt.

“With what?” Ock’s voice had become concerned hearing Peter so winded.

“There was this thug, I handled him but I was wondering if you could send out one of those drone spiders to stay with him while I go home?” Peter asked.

“Are you injured? You sound injured." Peter could hear the clicking of Ock’s keyboard.

“Just a sprain, I’ll be fine.” Peter said as he stood.

“You're lying, aren’t you?”

“I’m fine Otto, I just need rest.”

“If you say so.” Otto then went silent, having ended the call with Peter.

Peter waited uncomfortably, before seeing the Spider-Drones arrive. One of the drones turned to him, before chittering in alarm. Peter began swinging away, ignoring the numerous incoming calls from Otto. He staggered while climbing into his room. He sat on the floor for a moment, touching his swelling knee lightly, before pulling his hands away with a pained whimper. He reached over for a towel, and shoved it into his mouth. He pressed his hands to his knee, biting down on the towel, before pushing hard, resetting his leg. He let out a pained cry, muffled by the towel, and pulled his hands away. He forced himself up, and undressed to take a shower. After a hot shower wiping away any blood that had dried on his bruised knuckles, he put on a t-shirt and pants before collapsing onto his bed, still writhing in pain.

When morning came, he immediately knew something else was wrong. He couldn’t be having an asthma attack, could he? It felt like a small one, but it hurt much worse. No, he couldn’t think about that now. He had school to attend. His alarm read 5:30. Did it really take that long for him to get dressed? Nevermind that. He had to get to school. He grabbed his book bag and carefully made his way downstairs to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast. On the fridge he found a note from May.

‘Peter,

We’re out of fruit and milk. On your way home from school could you pick up some more please? Thank you and have a good day!

-Love May’

Peter took the note and put it in his backpack pocket for safe keeping.

Normally at this time he would've gone out for patrol but with his unbearably tight chest, throbbing knee, and sore arm, there was no way he'd be of any help. Not this morning. He barely held back tears as he slowly ate leftover eggs May had made for dinner the night before. He felt like he was going to puke. He forced on his shoes and sat down, watching TV until 7 came around. When it finally arrived, he staggered to the train station, and arrived to Midtown.

As the day progressed, his pain only increased, and by lunch, he could barely breathe. Flash seemed to notice and was sticking a bit closer than usual. As he walked through the hallways, Flash was nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with him. When Thomas, a boy who was a grade above both Peter and Flash, had bumped into Peter, he practically had to restrain Flash from punching him. Flash is a lot more protective than I remember… guess that's how I know we're friends. Sort of…

When the bell finally rang Peter was thankful. If the day had lasted any longer he probably would have ended up going to the nurses office. Lucky for him, his homework was so light that he was able to finish it before the school day’s end. All he needed to do now was get the groceries and then he could go home and rest. The closest store to Midtown was a 3 minute walk and then another 10 to the subway station. Peter knew that it would be hard getting home with milk and fruit even without his injuries, but he could make it. Flash and him had parted at the school doors and Peter began walking to the store. About thirty seconds in he felt a slight tingle go off in his head. Not like a threat was approaching, but someone that he knew. Actually plural, two people that he knew. He could see them in the store windows that lead to the door. Gwen and Anya.

He groaned internally. I really don't want to deal with them right now… As he began walking through the isles, picking out what brand of apples and grapes to choose, he noticed Gwen and Anya following him. He internally cringed as he realized it was because they still didn't trust him. He huffed, regretting it almost immediately as his chest throbbed. He brought a hand to it, and straighten his back, taking a breath. He wheezed uncomfortably, before resuming. He picked out grapes, bananas, apples, and tangerines, before grabbing the skim milk they drink now. He mentally cursed Otto, before huffing as he realized silently that Skim Milk wasn't that bad. As he paid for the food and left the store, he could still see Gwen and Anya following him out of the corner of his eye. He mentally debated calling Harry, before deciding it would be a bad idea. Harry would be able to tell how much pain he was in, even if it was just his voice. He merely took another breath, and kept limping to the subway station. I just wanna go home man…

He hugged the bag of groceries to his chest as a crowd passed him, the skim milk’s cold surface slightly numbing the pain in his chest. It distracted him ever so slightly that he ended up bumping into someone. His chest being pushed and the pain coming back through the numbing cold. Peter looked up to apologize to the person he had ran into only to have his mood dampen. He had just bumped into his former teacher, Max Modell. He was glaring down at Peter. Really? I just want to be in bed and not be reminded of the people who hate me… “Sorry.” Peter wheezed slightly then quickly moved pass Max and into a seat.

Max made a face at Peter as he nearly collapsed into a seat, as far away from Max as he could get. He watched silently as Anya and Gwen stepped in, sitting near Max and whispering silently to them. He felt a stray tear drip from his face. He wiped it furiously, knowing it was just from how much pain he was in. He wheezed, laying back and praying silently the pain would go away if he just sat still enough. He felt the subway jolt, shattering any peace he had felt for those few moments. The car didn’t get very far, before he heard a loud explosion. He threw his hands over his ears and yelped in alarm. His arm screamed in pain as he moved too fast. He gasped, as the lights began flickering and the train car shook. He heard Gwen and Anya scream as Max shouted in alarm. When the shaking stopped, he heard a loud announcement over the intercom. "All passengers please remain seated, help will soon arrive. This is not a drill." The phrase began repeating, occasionally distorting, and Peter let out a pained whimper. He looked out the doors to see concrete was blocking the exit. This wouldn't be a problem if his entire body was screaming with pain, and if Gwen, Anya, and Max weren't there…

Another explosion caused the train car to shake violently. So much so that it caused Peter to fall out of his seat, landing square on his chest. He began to gasp for air. The pain was unbearable but now layered on top of that was that he couldn’t breathe. He pushed himself up with his arms but stayed kneeling on the ground. He tried catching his breath but he couldn’t focus, His spider senses were bouncing off the walls and the pain in his leg and arm had decided that it was a perfect time to flare up. He needed something to ground him, but that was the one thing he didn’t have at the moment.

He felt a hand grab his throbbing arm. He let out a cry of pain, shoving whoever's grabbed him away, and falling back onto his butt. He leaned on the back of the subway car and stared ahead blankly, before realizing it was Gwen. After a few moments, he realized she was talking to him. "Peter? Peter what's wrong?"

He took a deep breath. "I'm fine I'm-" he coughed violently. "I'm fine" He hissed when Gwen reached forward again to help him.

Her eyes narrowed as an angry look crossed her face. "What is your problem?! I'm trying to help you and you slap me away!" Peter stared at her, seeing Anya step beside her. Max didn't move from his seat, but Peter could see he was watching the encounter carefully, and was hanging onto every word. "Look, a lot has happened. I'm just tired and not in the right mindset to be talking right now- can we please continue this later?" He begged weakly.

"No Peter. We've given you your space that you so desperately wanted. Now it's time you answer our questions." Anya demanded.

“I can’t, okay? Even if I did tell would you believe me? And who said I wanted space?” Peter asked looking up.

“Well that whole week that you were being a bitch and quit Horizon was enough to tell us that you did!” Gwen yelled.

“I’m sorry, I was stressed!” Peter’s voice began to shake, signaling that he was lying. Anya’s face now showed the same amount of anger.

“Enough with the lies Parker! Tell us the truth!” Anya pushed Peter lightly. Peter didn’t reply. “I thought Harry didn’t have a thing for liars. I guess he still doesn’t know what happened-”

“ENOUGH! You want the truth? I’ll give you the truth!” Peter yelled, anger that out beating Gwen and Anya’. “I don’t know what happened that week because it wasn’t me!”

Gwen stumbled back, seeming alarmed. Anya's jaw dropped. She'd heard of Peter snapping… but she never imagined that she'd be on the receiving end of it. Max finally stepped in. "I think that's enough, Peter."

Peter bristled and stood up. "Oh fuck off you don't know shit about what happened. Three weeks ago Doctor Octopus invaded my mind and COMPLETELY fucked up my life! And now I'm suffering because of it!" Peter's voice broke as he ranted. He could feel his eyes water. "None of you have a fucking clue what I've been through this past month. I've just been trying to help the city out as Spider-Man and my life has completely gone to shit and all of you are being ASSHOLES and you won’t listen to me! I tried talking to you! I tried to explain myself! I tried cleaning up this fucking mess that Ock created! But none of you will listen! I just wanted to fix what I lost and now you all are being fucking assholes! I tried to tell you to let me put this off until later! But NO! YOU GUYS HAD TO BE IMPATIENT! I HAVE BROKEN FUCKING RIBS! I CAN'T BREATHE! I’M IN PAIN AND YOU JUST HAVE TO FUCKING SCORN ME BECAUSE OF IT!" Peter's breath grew heavier.

At some point during his tangent, he began crying and now… he couldn't stop. Tears spilled down his face. "I tried talking to you guys but you wouldn't listen. None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me! Do you realize how fucking hurt I am? I Get it. I hurt your feelings. And for that, I am sorry. But even when I tried to make amends you just… you brushed me off. I was stuck in some… fucking digital dimension for days! I was there for god knows how long! I had to fight against your damn antivirus'! Max nearly killed me when he did the damn factory reset! I come back to find out Ock is in my body claiming to be some 'superior spiderman' and everyone just seems to… everyone just likes him better. I nearly died saving him and getting my body back and people either hate my guts or wish I hadn't switched back! Then you two accuse me of being the goblin king! What the actual fuck! You said it straight to my face that you thought the new goblins was Peter Parker! Why? Because I’m dating Harry Osborn or because of Ock having a bad attitude towards you? For science majors you sure don’t hypothesize before your conclusions! Since I've come back everything's gone to SHIT and I just-" He couldn’t stop the tears anymore. "I just want to go to sleep. I just want rest."

“That can’t be true. The whole digital dimension had been debunked by me two years ago.” Max said, standing up to get closer to the group.

“You debunked it because it sounded fake!” Peter’s voice was shaking with emotions, but it still conveyed his anger well. “That’s what you do Modell! You do what will make you look better! You said that the V-252 was fine and looked what happened! Then instead of looking at a virus, aka ME, you tried to kill me! If all it takes is an insult to upset you, then no wonder Ock quit! How the fuck did you even get your teaching degree? You told me to give up! WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Peter’s breath became rugged and uneven, but he continued. “I tried really hard to look past all the shit you’ve done, Modell. I really did! But now that I’m no longer a student, I can see how horrible of a person you can be. You’re not an evil man, but you’re not a good person either. I told you the first day that I couldn’t pay tuition, and you gave me the study tuition, I can appreciate that. But you could have also told me that it only lasted one year! Maybe then I would have been able to get a job and would of been able to meet the pay this year! Then you call me poor, which was a great help with my self-esteem! Not to mention how you put up the Spider-Man statue with the schools' fucking tuition money! I didn’t even want it put up! I don’t need people to like me as a hero! I’m still going to save them even if they hate me! If you think I’d make all this up just to get back into Horizon, you’re deadass wrong. If I had done all those rude things to all of you, I would have made it my duty to stay out of your lives! I wouldn’t be trying to get back in Horizon! I wouldn't be making an effort! But here I am."

Max stood quietly, his face showing a wide range of emotions. This wasn’t like how he yelled at him that night at Horizon. This admittedly frightening and concerning.

"Peter I-"

"I know you all don't understand. You never will. I don't expect you to understand. But I'd hope you'd at least make an effort. I thought we were friends… weren't we friends?" Peter wiped away his tears. "If you don't want me around then fine. If you don't like me, then fine. But never bring Harry into this again, you hear me?"

Despite Peter's stoic facade, he could feel himself crumbling under the weight of the world. "Peter. We need to know the whole, true story." Max sighed.

"Hah… you still don't believe me. Typical, you know what Modell? You can go fuck off because I'm fucking sick of you. I don't even want to go to Horizon anymore! It's just bad fucking memories there now!" Peter's voice began to rise as he was once again filled with anger. "I tried my goddamn best to meet your fucking standards and this is the thanks I get! I tried to stay there, but fuck that. I've chosen my side. And it's AGAINST YOU!" He snarled.

Gwen reached out and grabbed Peter's shoulder. "Are… are you telling the truth?"

Peter smacked her away, giving her an angry look. "What do you think? Do you want more proof? Ask Miles!” He spat.

Peter began to tremble with anger, his pain disappeared for a moment, and he couldn't control his movements. He punched the window behind him. He heard the glass shatter, and hot pain ran up his arm as glass shards embedded themselves into his fist. "Peter!" Anya shouted in alarm.

Peter grabbed his wrist. "I'm fine."

“That was bulletproof glass! You can’t break bulletproof and be fine unless-“

“Unless you’re Spider-Man.” Peter huffed, taking off his jacket and seeing a bruise forming. He glided his fingers crossed and hissed as well as cringed feeling the bump of a bone. It wasn’t breaking the skin, which was lucky, but his arm was definitely broken. He looked up at the other people in the train cart, seeing that they were staring at his arm in horror.

“You have a broken arm? How the-“ Anya levered his arm so that it was resting on his bag.

“A thug. Can one of you rip one of my jacket sleeves off? I need to make a sling.” Peter answered simply. It was different from how he usually asked questions. He sounded like he was talking to Ock right after he appeared back at Horizon or when he woke up from his coma.

Gwen shifted as Anya helped. Peter made the sling quickly, and saw their uncomfortable faces. "I'm sorry I'm being short with you. I'm short on sleep and in pain, and I know that isn't an excuse, sorry." He huffed, as he wrapped his arm as best as he could.

"We need to get you to the hospital." Max stated firmly.

Peter scoffed. "If I go to the hospital they'll do blood tests, and my Spider DNA isn't that hard to miss. It's just not safe for me…" He sighed.

"Then we'll take you to the infirmary at Horizon." Max finalized.

Peter snorted. "You really don't understand the concept of a secret identity, do you?"

“Peter, please-“ Max began.

“No, trust me. Half of the students would be reluctant to work on me. I saw how they looked at me when I walked in. Plus I’ve come to school with my other arm popped out of its socket before. I had to pop it back in before classes started, but I made it through the whole day without anyone picking up on it. I’ll be fine.” Peter said, pushing himself up with his good arm. “I know someone who will help me. I’ll bust him and see what he thinks about my injuries.” Peter sat down into the seat he fell out of, lifting his backpack to keep his arm on.

“Can we at least help you there?” Anya asked.

“Sorry, but no. He doesn’t like people that he doesn’t know well coming into his place.” Peter looked away from them.

Peter leaned on the door of the train cae in silence, and the others knew his word was finalized, and nothing they could say would change his mind. They settled in an uneasy silence. Peter hadn't stopped crying. The tears had slowed, but they hadn't stopped. The only sound was rumbling outside and the occasional drip of Peter's tears. Finally, light burst through the windows, catching them all off guard. Kid Arachnid forced the doors open. "Are you all okay?!" He froze when he saw the collection of people who were stuck together.

Peter turned and grabbed his groceries. "Oh- Pe- uh, random citizen- are you okay?"

Peter gave Miles a look. "They know, Kid." He sighed.

Miles looked between the group, before Peter limped out. "I'll call Otto, he'll give you a ride." Miles murmured to Peter as he limped past.

Peter nodded thankfully, and exited the abandoned subway car, avoiding fallen rubble. Miles watched until Peter was out of sight. Harry was at the subway entrance blocking other people from coming in so there was no doubt that Harry would see Peter like that.

Miles turned his attention to the other’s, a knee question popping into his mind. “What happened and why was he crying?” He didn’t receive an answer, but he got awkward glances from his friends. Since he knew that that wouldn’t get answered quickly he changed it.

“Did he tell you about the body swapping with Ock?” He asked, which got everyone to look up at him.

“He was telling the truth?” Max gasped.

“Yeah, I was the first person he contacted. If he hadn’t typed out that it was him I would have punted him.” Miles said laughing at the end. He then realized that Gwen and Anya’s faces reflected guilt.

“What did you guys say to him?” Miles asked sternly.

“We sorta… yelled at him?” Anya said rubbing her arm awkwardly. “And we sorta forced the truth out of him and he just broke down.”

There was a silence that was even more uncomfortable with Miles there. Miles let out an irritated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“He apologized right after I’m guessing?” The others nodded. “Did you?” More silence and Miles nodded, even through his mask, they were able to see that he was biting his check.

Miles shook his head. "Do you guys realize how much pain he was in? I saw the scans Otto made last night. He crushed most of his ribs, he had a sprained ankle, a broken arm, fractured knee, and too many bruises to count. He also might have internal bleeding but he's stubborn and refuses to get help so Harry's gonna end up forcing his hand on him. But what I mean is that he's in pain. Today was not the day to try to force him to talk. Especially since you didn't apologize, even after finding out what happened." Miles lectured.

"It's- it's a lot to absorb!" Anya defended.

"And it doesn't take much to apologize. Even if it is, you should've been able to tell that you were in the wrong. You HAVE to apologize." Miles scolded.

Gwen shifted, keeping her eyes to the floor. "Anya.. Arachnid is right…" She murmured.

"Damn straight I am." He snorted, crossing his arms and tapping his foot.

Max began walking towards the exit, an emotionless look on his face.

“That also goes for you. It’s your decision to let him go back to Horizon or not, but you still have to apologize.” Miles said, placing a hand on Max’s shoulder. “Don’t tell him that I said this, but you are one of his inspirations in life. Of course you’re behind Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, but you’re definitely in his top 5. Also don’t call him poor again or I will bitch slap you to the moon.” Miles whispered the last part. He was so glad that Max didn’t know it was him under the mask.

“Alright, this is your stop so I’ll direct you back to the surface world. I also better hear from Peter that he got an apology from all three of you.” Miles said, his joking demeanor returning.

The group followed Miles out, feeling increasingly anxious as they reached the station. Police officers and witnesses took up the area and rubble was scattered everywhere. "What happened?" Gwen asked, looking alarmed.

"The subway wasn't structurally sound and collapsed. It doesn't look like a villain plotted this, just bad timing." Miles sighed, looking around at the chaos.

Miles turned to them once more. "Harry Osborn is at the exit making sure nobody enters with a couple other officers. I'm not sure if he's still there, considering he must've seen Peter by now. But listen, I'm going to stay down here and help cleanup. I'll check in with Peter in a few days, and I better hear that you all apologized. In person." Miles finalized with crossed arms.

"Alright…" Gwen murmured.

"It's the least we can do." Anya said, looking guilty as she rubbed her arm.

Max didn't reply, but nodded quietly. Miles gave a firm nod, before turning and running to the tracks again, calling to the other officers.

The group moved to the exit, and left the subway with an uneasy feeling in their gut. Harry wasn’t there, just like Miles had said.

The sun shined through Peter’s room window, causing him to throw a pillow over his head. Harry and Ock got him to go and see an actual doctor after reviewing his injuries. No internal bleeding, but he did have broken bones.

Two broken ribs, fractured knee, and a broken arm. They gave him crutches for his knee that was in cast. His arm was also in a cast that looked like a box. He also had bandages wrapped around his chest for his ribs.

May had refused to let him go to school in this condition. “You need rest. The last thing you need to worry about right now is school.” She had said to him. Luckily Flash came to his house with his school work so that when he got back he’d be caught up. He’d do his best to help Peter understand the material, but Peter would end up helping him with it as well.

Flash wouldn’t be coming today because it was Saturday. May had left for work before he had woken up, he knew because when he finally pulled the blanket off of his head he could see that there was a plate of fruit and eggs with a glass of water on the coffee table.

He smiled gently at the gesture and reached over to take the water. In truth, by now he didn't need the casts. His accelerated healing had taken care of all his injuries. At this point, the casts were just a nuisance, but he'd have to keep them on for another week or two. He sipped the water, and looked down at his arm, a smile crossing his face. Harry, Flash, Miles, Otto, Anna Maria, and a number of other students had happily signed his cast, under the ruse that he'd been injured when the subway collapsed. He ate the fruit and eggs, and sipped the water, before checking his phone, to see a few texts from Flash telling him about something someone had done after school. He shot back a quick reply, before hearing a knock at the door. He looked up curiously, before shambling to his crutches, and fumbling carefully down the stairs to the living room. He opened the door, and felt his stomach sink when he saw Max standing at the entryway. "Umm… hi…" Peter murmured, looking embarrassed.

He moved out of the doorway, inviting him in. Even worse then, after he entered Gwen and Anya followed shortly after. "Make yourselves at home. Do you uhh… do you.. want anything..?" He offered weakly.

Max sat down, Gwen and Anya sitting beside him. "No. Just to talk." They never saw Peter look so much of a wreck, well other than in the subway. His hair was flat, it looked like it had been brushed, but it didn’t look how it usually did. He looked tired even though he didn’t act it. Add in the casts and the bandages that covered his chest and he looked like he needed to be laying down in a hospital bed.

“Okay.” Peter made his way to the couch and sat down, motioning the others to follow. They just stayed like that for a while, no one knowing what to say or how to say it. The only noise in the room was the clock on the wall.

Peter felt his chest tighten slightly, not because of his ribs but because of not knowing what they wanted to say. He didn’t want to push them into telling him because he could see that they were in the same position as him and he didn’t want this to end up as a yelling match again.

Not knowing what else to do, and hating the silence, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that, and I-"

"Peter stop." Gwen cut in. "We didn't come looking for an apology. We came looking for forgiveness. You were right. We shouldn't've brushed you off like that when you were trying to make amends. It wasn't fair and we were just too upset to look at it logically. So for that, I am sorry, Peter. You didn't deserve what we put you through."

"Gwen's right, I was just… upset. I didn't want to make amends, I just wanted to be mad at you. And that's not fair. I'm sorry Peter." Anya agreed.

Peter felt his eyes begin to water, but he refused to cry. He kept a brave face, and gave Max a hesitant look. Max sighed heavily. "These two are right. I haven't exactly been fair to you, Harry, or this school. And it hurts that it takes one of my students breaking down for me to realize that." Max admitted. "And… I'm sorry."

Peter stared at the man. He could see he felt guilty, but his apology didn't feel very.. authentic. Like he had been planning it and thinking it over. Nonetheless he would accept it.

But a part of the sentence had stuck with him. Don’t get your hopes up Peter….. just correct him.

“Don’t you mean former student?” Peter asked, feeling his heart hammering in his chest from the slight suspense. He didn’t let any hope into words or spread across his face.

Max smiled slightly. “That’s up to you. I’m offering to let you back in to Horizon Peter.”

Peter felt a small grin force its way onto his face. "I… yeah. I'd love to go. I just… can you give me a week or two to find a job again? And to tell Midtown that I'm transferring back?" He asked.

Peter was doing his damndest to keep his excitement from blowing up from him, and by his fidgeting, he could tell he was failing. "Of course." Max agreed.

"And we can let the others at school know that something was going on, hard week or something, so they won't hate you as soon as you get back." Anya reassured.

Peter smiled thankfully at her. "Thanks, Anya. I appreciate it. I really do." He said, a joyful smile on his face.

Gwen smiled. "It's the least we could do after what we put you through."

"Guys, it's more than enough." He promised

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