#i just wish i could get my meds from somewhere else

[tardis--dreams]

Lord grant me the strength to call my psychiatrist's office to ask for a new prescription tomorrow

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[steddieas-shegoes]

uh. what?

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is healing wounds'

rated m | 1,782 words | cw: injury recovery, mild blood, recreational drug use | tags: post s4, hurt/comfort, getting together, fade to black

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The stitches pulled and he couldn't get comfortable. He almost wished Robin hadn't made him get checked over, but anything that required this many stitches probably would've killed him if he hadn't. At least that's what Nancy said when he complained to her about it.

But now, Steve couldn't sleep, and sleep was apparently very important for healing.

The alarm clock next to his bed said 2:07 am, so calling someone was out. Going somewhere was also out, unless he wanted to go to the 24 hour diner alone.

Fresh air sounded good until he realized he'd have to either go for a walk in the middle of the night alone or sit by the pool alone.

He didn't want to be alone.

His phone started to ring just when he was considering taking a shower out of boredom.

"Harrington residence, this is Steve."

"So formal for two in the morning, Stevie," Eddie's laugh rang through the line and Steve couldn't help smiling. Something about Eddie's energy was contagious, a beacon of light when all he had was the darkness of his room.

"Didn't know if it was an international business partner for my parents. Happens sometimes when they forget time zones." Steve moved to the edge of his bed so the cord didn't have to stretch as far. "What are you doing up?"

"Had a dream about being eaten alive again. This time they managed to eat both of my nipples." Eddie scoffed. "Isn't one enough?"

Steve chuckled. "And you can't go back to sleep because you're scared they'll come take your other nipple?"

"It's a genuine concern, Steve! I have big dreams of piercing this thing and if they take it from me, what do I have left?"

"I think you'd probably just find something else to pierce," Steve shook thoughts of what that might be out of his head before they could take over. "So you can't sleep. You thought you'd call and wake me up to suffer with you?"

Eddie was silent for a moment before responding. "Did I wake you up?"

"No," Steve said quickly, not wanting Eddie to feel bad. "I was awake."

"Nightmare?"

"No, stitches are bothering me."

"You wanna come over? I found my hidden stash. Might help with the stitches," Eddie offered.

Steve probably shouldn't. He was on some pain meds already and if he got too fucked up, he'd probably cry. That's what happened last time he had some of whatever Eddie was selling.

"I'll come over, but probably shouldn't have anything. Robin would kill me if I end up in the hospital," Steve gave a half-truth.

"Yeah, she's terrifying. I'll leave the door unlocked."

Before Steve could tell him that was a bad idea, he hung up.

********

When Steve got to Eddie's, he let out the breath he'd been holding the entire drive. Eddie was sitting on the porch, alone, his guitar by his side.

Maybe he'd been playing already, or maybe he planned to play to help distract Steve from the way his skin felt like it was too much.

He got out of the car and waved when Eddie looked over at him with a smile.

"Didn't think you'd get here so quick," Eddie didn't bother standing up, Steve just knew to go sit by him.

But the steps on the Munson's porch were rickety at best, "temporary" according to the government officials who had stuck them here because they didn't think it was worth putting them in a home across town, and Steve's eyes hadn't quite adjusted to the dull glow of the light by the front door. He missed the top step and immediately fell, barely catching himself on the wood of the porch.

Eddie was helping him up immediately, doing his best not to make his own injuries worse.

"Shit, you okay? Wayne tried fixing it, but it just keeps getting loose."

Steve felt a stinging pain on his side, and when his hand grazed over the worst of his bites, he felt something warm and wet on his fingers.

"Shit," without looking, he knew he'd torn his stitches. "Eddie, I need a towel or something."

"Shit, that's a lot of blood. That's a lot of blood. It shouldn't be that much, right? Like even tearing your stitches, it shouldn't be-"

"Eddie." Steve poked his arm, stayed as calm as he could. He bled easy, so sometimes even small things looked worse than they were. "Towel."

"Right, yeah. Should you come with me?" Eddie shook his head. "I mean can you move? Should you stay here?"

"I'll sit here until I have a towel. Don't wanna get blood on the carpet."

"Got it."

Eddie still seemed unsure about leaving him, but must have noticed how much blood was soaking through Steve's shirt and rushed inside. He was back in less than a minute, a black towel in his hand.

"It's clean. It's the one I usually use for my hair, but I didn't get to fold it from the dryer yet. Um, just put pressure on it."

Steve knew what to do, was used to putting pressure on wounds, but appreciated Eddie trying to triage it anyway.

"You got a needle and thread, right?" Steve asked once he took his shirt off and put pressure on the bite. It was already bleeding much less, a positive sign that maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

"I mean, I do. I don't have medical tools that have been sanitized properly."

"You have water to boil and vodka?"

"Steve. I'm not fucking performing a medical procedure on your stomach," Eddie shook his head. "Do you have a death wish or something?"

"I trust you."

The words hung heavy between them, despite the fact it wasn't exactly news to either of them. They'd been through it all together, why wouldn't he trust him?

"Okay, let's get inside and I'll get everything ready."

Getting inside was easier said than done. The bleeding had mostly stopped, but the pain had really started to set in and every breath felt like knives stabbing into him.

"Deep breath, Stevie," Eddie said as he sat him down on the couch and helped him lay back. "I'll get you something for the pain."

"Something" was an edible, and Eddie seemed hesitant to give it to him, but all reservations Steve previously had went out the window as he felt his hands shaking from the pain.

Eddie prepared everything while the edible kicked in, checking in with Steve every few minutes to make sure he hadn't passed out or started bleeding again.

When the room started to feel blurry and his head felt light, Steve smiled over at Eddie, who looked nervous.

"Ready for your magic hands," Steve wiggled his brows.

Eddie made a strangled sound before leaning over the wound and wiping some of the blood away gently so he could see where to stitch him back up.

He worked as quickly as possible, humming softly to distract himself and Steve from what was happening.

Steve was high.

He was high and he was feeling good despite the needle in his skin.

He drifted for a bit, couldn't be sure how long, but eventually, Eddie was touching his cheek and making him open his eyes.

"Think you should stand up so I can wrap a bandage on it. Then you can try to shower off some of the blood if you want. Wayne got one of those removable showerheads. Feels fancy," Eddie said as he moved the hair off of Steve's face.

"Help?" Steve managed to ask.

"Yeah, I can help you with the wrap and start the shower for you," Eddie nodded.

"In the shower?" Steve asked.

Eddie paused. "I can keep us dressed?"

"But." Steve huffed. "Blood."

Eddie couldn't help but laugh at his confusion, Steve's lips pouting out and his eyes squinting. "Okay, okay. If you're okay with it, I'm okay with it. You're high as shit, man."

"I'm standing right on the ground," Steve waved his arms around him. "Or is the ground standing on me but the other way?"

"God, this is the best. Okay, let's go."

"Wait!" Steve grabbed Eddie's arms. "You should know something."

Eddie raised his brows in question. "Go on."

"I'm very in love with you. And also kinda hard."

Eddie blinked, not processing. Now he felt high.

"Uh. What?"

"I have an erection." Steve made a disgusted face. "Hate that word. Sounds so middle school sex ed."

"It is." Eddie shook his head. "I guess I meant more like, how and why and what the hell do you mean by it."

Steve giggled. "I said you had magic hands and I was right."

"Dude, I was literally giving you stitches. I am failing to see why that would make you hard."

"It's cuz you're so gentle and your tongue sticks out when you're trying to focus. And also I started thinking about what you'd do if I couldn't move," Steve sighed dreamily. "You have handcuffs."

"Okay. Let's pause." Eddie let out a small hysterical laugh. "You want me to help you in the shower because you love me? Do you even need help?"

"Probably. But I also want help. And also you're a helper for me."

"What does that even mean? Where's Robin when you need her to decode what the hell you're talking about?"

"You're a helper for me! Because you help me be better about asking for help! And then you help!"

"Okay, that's. Good. I'm still not sure what's happening."

"You're gonna help me shower. I'm gonna try very hard not to come. We sleep?" Steve looked around Eddie out the window, like he was checking if it was still night time. "And then in the morning I wake up and get yelled at by Robin."

"Why would she-"

"The stitches. And the telling you I love you thing. She's gonna be real mad about that."

"Why?" Eddie felt like he was losing it. What was even happening anymore? How had he completely lost control of the night?

"She wanted to help me do a speech thing."

This was just getting more wild.

Steve needed a shower, and he needed sleep. Eddie needed a minute to gather his own thoughts.

"Shower. Sleep. Talk in the morning." Eddie raised his hand to cup Steve's neck. "Robin murders you after we talk."

"Deal." Steve's face sank, but he quickly perked back up. "But shower?"

"Yes, shower. Go, horndog."

Steve laughed as he half-limped to the bathroom, clearly feeling some pain even with the drugs in his system. Eddie followed and resisted touching Steve as much as possible.

Which ended up being about two minutes.

[raya-hunter01]

Cruising Love Pt. 2.3 Final

Two Shot Request

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Kayla)

Jimmy Uso x Trin

Roman x Black Female OC! (Robin)

Sefa x Black Female OC! (Cameron)

Montez Ford x Bianca Belair

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut,

Thank you for the requesting and trusting me once again @royalkay23 and sorry this last chapter took so long.

Jey has planned a five-day cruise to the Bahamas and Puerto Rico for his girlfriend Kayla’s birthday. Jey is determined to make sure the trip goes smoothly as he’s enlisted his family and friends to help him plan the perfect wedding proposal.

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Puerto Rico

Joe’s POV

“So, you ain’t got time for an old friend Joe?” Dainelle’s sister Regina asked as I sighed.

“I ain’t got time for this, I got somewhere to be,” I said as Danielle and her sister tried to block my path.

“So, you just gonna ignore me, Joe,” Danielle said as I paused truly not in the mood. My meds had me feeling a little bad this morning.

I slept in a little longer this morning while everyone else went to get things ready for Kayla’s birthday dinner.

“Yes, I am 'cause you have been out of pocket this whole damn trip,” I said as her sister Regina rolled her eyes.

“Nah, I’m serious Regina, you sister been trippin’” I said as Danielle looked guilty.

“Why don’t you fill me in Joe,” Regina said looking confused at her sister.

“Let’s just go, I ain’t worried about it anymore,” Danielle said as I shook my head.

“Did she tell you the first night on the ship she tried to push up on Jey. Like even after he told her that he had someone?”

“Wait, you told me he found you that night and begged for a second chance. Then his girlfriend got jealous and tried to attack you,” Regina said frowning at her sister.

“More like she tried to break up his relationship, she even showed up at Kayla’s birthday dinner in the Bahamas being messy as fuck. That’s why Kayla beat her ass,” I said as Regina looked disgusted.

“You lied to me and got me out here about to confront people about shit that didn’t even happen,” she hissed as Danielle sighed.

“She did threaten me!” Danielle said trying to plead her case as Regina scoffed.

 “You interrupted her birthday dinner with bullshit, and you tried to come on to her man. I woulda beat yo’ ass too, you are lucky that’s all she did,” Regina said as I nodded in agreement as Danielle wiped her tears.

“Look, Jey has moved on, and Danielle needs to do the same. Things could have gone way worse than it did the other day,” I said as Regina nodded.

“I’m really sorry about this Joe. Tell Jey I wish them well, and he won’t have to worry about my sister anymore, I guarantee it,” Regina said as I nodded leaving them alone.

“I already told you I ain’t going to bother them anymore!” I heard Danielle yell in the distance as I made my getaway.

“Yeah, you better, before I tell your little rich boyfriend and he cuts you off,” Regina said as I shook my head. Damn, she's really up to the same shit.

Looking for someone rich to sink her claws into. I swear I’m so glad Jey let that shit go all those years ago.

I went around the block so they couldn’t see where I was originally going. When the coast was clear I ducked into the restaurant.

“Bianca doing the damn thang,” I muttered watching her put the final touches on Kayla’s 40th birthday backdrop.

“Damn girl, you snapped on that,” I said admiring it but paused seeing her nervousness.

“Are you sure?” she asked looking over her work and gazing back at the crew from the venue putting the finishing touches on their own decorations.

“I think it’s awesome Bee, you’re really talented, sis,” I said as she smiled.

 “I really like it too, I just hate the restaurant did more gold in their decorations and only like a little speck of silver,” Bianca sighed running her finger over her tired face as I gave her a hug.

“It matches Bee, now stop stressing. Plus, I know Kayla is going to love it all,” I said, reassuring her as Montez walked in shaking his head.

“Did you tell her to stop stressing, I know I did” he said as she rolled her eyes, as shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m just sayin’ you’re being critical of yourself, and everything is amazing. It’s amazing because you made it Bee,” Montez said as she cracked a smile.

“Thanks baby, it means a lot coming from you,” she said taking a deep breath as he came over to comfort her.

“Let’s finish strong, the girls are out back with Sefa and Jimmy. We almost got everything done out there,” he said taking her in his arms as she smiled.

“I can if you wit me,” she whispered as he gently kissed her lips. “Girl, “I’m always wit you,” he whispered as I took the hint and left them alone.

Robin’s POV

“This looks so beautiful, I just can’t wait,” Trin said as we moved in sync finishing up as I spotted Joe.

“Hey you! How are you feeling?” I asked as he wrapped me up in his arms. “Never better, I told you I would help ya’ll,” he whispered as I shook my head.

“Nope, your doctor said rest, and you did enough the other day,” I said caressing his back. “I feel fine baby, and the nausea has finally passed,” he reassured me as I caressed his beard. “I’m glad, but we’re almost done so just take a seat,” I said as he sighed but complied with my wishes as we finished up.

“Just chill Uce, we got it,” Sefa said as Joe relaxed in his chair. Days like these the start of the day is rough but thank God he feels better as the day goes on.

“Yea, you gotta be on security detail tonight,” Jimmy said as Joe rolled his eyes. “No, I’m actually making sure the proposal entertainment gets here,” he said as I smiled.

“Wait, he said yes?” I asked as Joe smiled. “Oh! Jey and Kayla are gonna flip,” I squealed as Trin and Jimmy looked confused, then it clicked for Jimmy.

“Oh, shit Case gon’ come through and sing,” Jimmy said as Trin smiled.

“Glad you figured it out Jurdy cause’ when we were planning this trip, ya’ll was throwing so many ideas out I honestly forgot,” she said as we laughed.

“We almost there ya’ll, in a couple hours Jey and Kayla are going to be engaged,” Cameron said looking around taking everything in as we all tried to contain our excitement but, in the end, it was all going to be worth it.

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Regen Seven Seas Cruises

Jey and Kayla’s Suite

Kayla’s POV

“Jey, wait a minute” I moaned, pushing against his head and sliding back slightly trying to create some distance as he worked my body into a frenzy with his talented tongue.

“You think I’m playin’ don’t you? I told you to stop runnin’.” The pure hunger in his voice made my heart race as he moved to the foot of the bed.

“Jey! Oh, fuckI” I gasped, unable to think as Jey possessively pulled me to the end of the bed, bending my trembling legs to my chest as he kneeled before me.

“Mmhm, I told you it was breakfast time,” he moaned as I squealed in surprise as he glided his flat long tongue along my slit over and over taking his time as I writhed helplessly on the bed.

“Happy birthday baby,” he whispered as I gasped trying to catch my breath as his tongue swirled and stroked my pussy.

“Thank you!” I squealed in gratitude as he moaned, concentrating on the task at hand.

“Hold dem legs, Daddy’s hungry,” he whispered as his masterful tongue dipped inside my wet hot center, never stopping as he added a finger, then two, curving it against my G-spot over and over.

 “Yes! Eat Daddy, eat your pussy!” I screamed, trying to hold my legs as they started to shake.

“Mmm, Daddy love how wet his pussy gets for him,” he moaned, his tongue sensually flickering over my slit over and over.

“Just for you! Mmm, just for you,” I panted truly at his mercy as his long tongue devoured me.

“You gon’ cum for me birthday girl?........ Go ahead and cum for me,” Jey moaned, just as turned on as I was.

 How could I deny him, as his mouth and primal groans of encouragement brought me even closer to my release?  

My legs were now pure jello as that beautiful intense fire burning deep within me, exploded.

“Yes! Yes, I’m cummin’, oh!” I cried as Jey growled, releasing my clit, licking his lips in anticipation, and continuing to thrust his fingers against my g-spot hard and fast as I came undone for him.

My essence spilling from my body as he moaned truly pleased with himself.

“Oouu, fuck….You squirtin’ for Daddy, hell yea,” he praised as my essence continued to soak the bed.

“Jey, shit! Yes!” I screamed as his mouth once again engulfing my wet center as he quenched his thirst. My shaking legs falling on top of his shoulders as he caressed them.

My breath coming in short pants as he sensually cleaned me up with his tongue as I moaned. Damn, that was unexpected.

“Mmm, happy birthday baby,” he whispered as I weakly ran my fingers through his hair.

“Thank you,” I moaned trying to catch my breath as he reveled in my pleasure.

“Oh, trust me, it was my pleasure,” he said caressing my hips before getting up to start the shower.

“What about you?” I asked still trying to gather my bearings as he came back and scooped me up in his arms.

“That was for you, now let’s get you cleaned up so I can see you in that dress,” he whispered carrying me into the bathroom to shower.

Damn, my birthday is already starting off with a bang, literally. I wonder what he has in store for me tonight.

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The Experience

Kayla’s Birthday Dinner

Kayla’s POV

“Oh my god! This is too much,” I cried as we walked through into the venue.

“No, it isn’t,” Jey whispered gently kissing my neck as I tried to control my tears. “Oh, no ma’am don't ruin your makeup….Well at least not just yet,” Cameron said pulling me by the arm to show me around.

Everything was beautiful and I just felt overwhelmed and thankful for them all.

“Bee this has you written all over it and I love it,” I said looking at the beautiful backdrop as she smiled.

“See I told you she wouldn’t care that you put her real age up there,” Montez said as Sefa nudged him on the arm.

“Aye, never talk about women’s age man,” he said as I rolled my eyes at him.

“Just come get in the picture ya’ll,” I said pointing at Montez and Sefa as the photographer snapped a few shots.

The night was truly amazing, I mean it’s nothing like family, good food, good vibes and gifts. But out of all of that my most favorite and happiest time has been on the dance floor wrapped up in Jey’s arms.

“I can’t believe you found that dress I wanted, and you got them to do all my favorite dishes,” I whispered as we continued to dance.

“I told you I wanted you to have the best birthday ever,” he said as I smiled brightly at him. “I really have babe, and I don’t know how to thank you,” I said as our lips met in a loving kiss.

“I know how,” he said as I raised my eyebrows at him curiously. “How can I thank you?” I asked as he spun me around.

“Go put on the dress I got you,” he said as I laughed.

“You wanted me to wear this one, and now you want me to change into the other one,” I said trying to make sure I was understanding his request.

“Yes, go change because the night is just getting started,” he said as I smiled stealing a kiss before going back to the table and getting the dress out of the box.

“I’ll help you change,” Trin said as Cameron smiled. “Yea, I’ll help you too,” she said as they led me to the bathroom.

What the hell is going on?

Jey’s POV

“Are you Ready?” Bianca asked as I nodded, trying to calm my nerves. “Yeah, I’m more than ready,” I said as she gave me a hug before leading me outside as I felt my heart stop.  “Pick your jaw up Uce........ Yeah, we did that,” Montez said as I looked at them in disbelief.

“Holy shit! Are you serious, sis!” I exclaimed looking at her creation as she blushed. “Yes, we all worked together to make it happen, now enough talkin’ let’s get engaged. You can thank us later,” she said as Joe and Robin came up. “Alright all systems are a go,” Joe said as I nodded. “What are you up to? Where did ya’ll go?” I asked as he waved me off.

 “Don’t worry about that right now, we got you,” he said as Bianca fixed my tie.

“Go get engaged bro,” Sefa said as I smiled, my heart feeling so full as I walked down the pathway.

Kayla’s POV

“Ya’ll are up to something,” I said hearing Trin and Cameron laughing as Jimmy was guiding me around by the arm.  “Just go with it,” I heard Jimmy say as I laughed.

“You would say that, you and Trin into that kinky shit,” I said as Trin laughed. “So are you and Jey don’t even front,” Cameron said I smiled.

“I’ll never kiss and tell,” I said as Trin snickered. “Hell, you ain’t gotta tell, we heard ya’ll last night when we were heading our room ma’am,” Trin said as I blushed.

“Ok, we’re moving two steps to the left wit yo blushin’ ass,” Jimmy said as I laughed holding on to his arm.

“Oh, it smells nice out here,” I said feeling a small breeze.

Nervously, I braced myself as I felt the blindfold being taken off. I shook away my blurry vision trying to focus on what was before me.

“Oh, my god,” I gasped in shock as I saw Jey standing in a the center of a heart, made of rose petals, in front of the words “Marry Me” Instantly my heart began to beat wildly against my chest as he smiled brightly and at me holding a single rose in his hand.

Guess what I did today

Those were the words I said to you

It was last may, dont know the exact day

In my hand there was a ring

“Oh my god,” I whispered overwhelmed as I looked over to the side and saw Case singing standing beside Joe and Robin.

“Surprise,” Joe whispered smiling at me as shook my head in disbelief. They really did all this.

“What you waitin’ on sis, go to him,” Robin whispered as I nodded moving in a daze down the beautiful path.

Then you told me that you loved me

More than anything in your life

So I asked you would you do me

The honor of being my wife

Jey’s POV

My heart skipping a beat as Kayla came closer, I knew this was what I wanted more than anything in life. “Bout time you got down here,” I whispered taking her hand in mine, pulling her close as she tried to hide her tears.

“I know right, sorry to keep you waiting,” she laughed lightening the mood as I nodded wiped her tears truly entranced by her beauty.  

“I’d wait forever if I had to.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s you and you’re the one for me,” I answered honestly as she smiled accepting the rose. Now all I needed her to do was to accept my proposal.

Yes I will

I will be your man

Your protector, your best friend

Till my humble life is ended

And time begins again, couldn't we be happily ever after?

“Are you sure?” she whimpered as I slowly kneeled before her. “Never been more sure of anything in my life, Kay. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Yea?” She asked still in shock, as I nodded, my own unshed tears beginning to fall as Kayla caressed my face. The loving action alone calmed my racing heart even as I melted into her touch.

“Yes, I want you to be my wife.”

“Then ask me, Joshua” she whispered wiping my tears. God, I love when my name from her beautiful lips.

Take you for my wife

The center of my life

And I will never, ever fade

From this choice I made, oh

Couldn't we be happily ever after?

“Three years ago, you found me, and you healed me from the inside out, Kay.  You taught me how to love, and every day with you is another chance for me to show you just how much I love you. I know one that I don’t want to do this thing called life without you by my side.”

“I don’t either,” Kayla cried as I released the breath I was holding, pulling the ring box out of my pocket, and opening it.

 Couldn't we be happily ever after

See today, I wanna make you my wife...

We could be strong together for so long

“I love you so much Kayla, will you marry me?” I asked as she nodded.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you. I love you so much,” she gasped, leaning down brushing her lips across mine as I felt the world melt away. My arms enclosing around her waist cherishing the moment.

“Am I gettin’ a new sister-in law or what?! I ain’t seen you put no ring on her finger,” Jimmy yelled as we laughed.

“She said yes!” I shouted, finally sliding the tear cut diamond on her finger. Kayla never once looked at her ring, her eyes never left mine.

Smiling brightly, I stood up as she jumped into my arms, our lips once again found each other as we shared a deep kiss. The thunderous applause and cheering seemed so far away as we got lost in each other.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Couldn't we be happily ever after

“You didn’t even look at your ring, babe,” I whispered caressing her face, as I placed her back on the ground as she smiled, finally looking down at her ring.

“Babe,it’s perfect babe, I love it,” she whispered as I smiled.

“I know you don’t like big and flashy so I went with the tear cut, I was hoping I got it right,” I said nervously as she grasped my hands.

Kayla’s POV

“I didn’t mean to not look at the ring, I just couldn’t stop lookin’ at you. I didn’t want to miss it,” I whispered as Jey caressed my hands. “Miss what baby?” he asked as I smiled trying to find the right words to say.

“How you looked at me like I was the only girl in the world…… Everything you said to me, I wanted to remember it all,” I said trying to keep my emotions in check but failing once again.

“You are the only girl in the world for me,” he whispered wiping my tears.

“Josh, I’m not marrying a ring; I’m marrying you-” My world a mere whisper as he nods, tasting my lips once again.

The cheering of our family and friends long forgotten as it seemed and felt like we were the only two people in the world. Truthfully, I was so happy they allowed us to be just that in this moment.

I was engaged…Holy shit…

Danielle’s POV

I knew what I said, and I didn’t mean to pry but I had called the restaurant while Regina and I were nearby to see if they had a reservation available. I got no answer at first but as we arrived at the restaurant someone finally answered.

They told me that the whole restaurant was closed for a private party, and they would reopen tomorrow night at their regular time.

As Regina and I were trying to look up another place to eat at out of my peripheral I saw Joe and Robin come outside. They met someone and instead of going back through the front they all ducked around back. As my sister called her husband back, I quietly followed them.

Imagine my surprise to see this lavish set up, realizing Jey was proposing to Kayla. I stayed quietly tucked away in a huge bush watching everything unfold.

“What the hell is you doin’?” Regina whispered, peaking over my shoulder as I shushed her. My heart dropping with each confession of love Jey bestowed upon Kayla.

“You really out here hidin’ in bushes…Bitch you done lost it,” she said as I put my hand over her mouth.

“Damn, do you want them to know we’re here,” I sighed removing my hand as we quietly watched Jey propose.

Watching everyone so happy for them gutted me. Alright, enough of this we shouldn’t be here let’s go Regina snapped leading me away from the happy scene.  The silence killing me as she dragged me down the street.

“You can let me go now,” I said as we got closer to the ship.

Can I really Danielle, I mean you out here followin’ people and hidin’ in fuckin bushes,” she said finally letting my hand go, continuing to walk as I stopped.

“What you gotta say?” I asked, seeing her head shake as she continued to walk, pissing me off even more. Always so judgmental.

“Stop fuckin’ walking and talk to me! I yelled as she stopped and turned to face me.

"Fine, we can talk, but I’m done with talkin’ to you with the kid gloves.”

"What the fuck does that mean?”

“Danielle, after all of that you just saw, do you still think you have a chance with Jey? Like how do you not see how much Jey loves that girl,” she said as her words hit me like a ton of bricks.

“I know that,” I whispered defeatedly, really shocking myself that I said it. Regina’s face softened as her phone rang but she sighed, hitting ignore.

“I ain’t in the mood Joe” she whispered as I scoffed watching her text him. “You judging me, but Joe is calling you? Wouldn’t surprise me if ya’ll are still fuckin’” I said as she slapped me.

“First off Joe is happily married, and I don’t play that shit of sleeping with men that are taken. We’re friends and have been friends since college, don’t play with me Danielle” she hissed as I rubbed my face.

“I know and I’m sorry-” I started as her phone ranging interrupted us once again.

“Hey….Joe, I already told you that I took care of it. We’re almost back at the ship, ya’ll just enjoy your night and tell Robin I said hello,” she said before hanging up.

“So, he saw us?”

“Girl, Joe clocked you the minute you followed him and Robin. He ain’t dumb, that’s why he was near the bush.”

“There really is no hope, is it?” I whispered as Regina shook her head. “No there isn’t,” she said as I broke down.

I was so wrapped in the money, that I never took the time to really love him,” I started as Regina cut me off.

“Look, I don’t mean to hurt you, but all of that is water under the bridge now. You’re beating a dead horse, Jey has moved on and you should do the same,” she said as we stood in silence.

I knew she was right, and I knew what I had to do.

I had to let him go……I played myself, and I had nobody to blame but myself.  I hate to admit it but I’m happy Jey found someone to love him.  He deserved it…We all did.

---

Later that night

Jey and Kayla’s Suite

Kayla’s POV

“Mmm, babe, where are we going,” I gasped feeling him throbbing even harder inside me as he carried me to the shower on the balcony.

I know the neighbors are tired of us, because it’s been on and poppin’ ever since we arrived back.

We couldn’t get enough of each other; clothes were scattered everywhere and the bed a mess as he made me cum again and again bending to his will as.

I ain't afraid to drown

If that means I'm deep up in your ocean, yeah

Girl, I'll drink you down

Sipping on your body all night

“Fuck!” I moaned, my back pressed against the shower wall, legs wrapped around Jey’s waist and my fingers entangled in his hair. His primal thrusts and growls set my body ablaze as he sucked on my neck.

 I just wanna take your legs and wrap 'em 'round

Girl, you coming right now

My head to your chest feeling your heartbeat, girl

Swimming all in your sea, and you sweating all over me

Bring it forward, don't you run, run

“Mmhm, I didn't forget, I always keep my promises. Now tell me again, what’s today?” he moaned as his back took the brunt of the steaming hot water as it cascaded over us, our cries of pleasure filled the still of the night as he went deeper.

“It’s my birthday!” I exclaimed as Jey grasped my throat, taking me in a scorching kiss as my vision began to blur, fuck, I was close.

I don't want to be a minute man

Baby, you're just like a storm raining on me

Girl, you're soaking wet, whoa-whoa

“Yes, it is, and you deserve the world,” Jey moaned against my lips as his pace begins to quicken even more as I pulsed around him, clawing at his back as he growled going even deeper as my legs began to quiver.

“Fuck, my birthday girl about to cum, ain’t you beautiful?”  He groaned as I nodded, unable to speak.

“Tell me Kay, how does my birthday girl want to cum?” he moaned as I groaned at his question, now meeting his thrusts with equal desperation.

I'ma kiss it right, yeah, yeah

I'm gon' lick all night, yeah, yeah

Girl, when I'm inside, yeah, yeah

Yeah girl, you heard what I said

I'm gonna make you wet the bed (bed), bed (bed), bed (oh)

“Mmmhm, that’s it, you can do it baby.”

“Baby! Oh, baby! I screamed as Jey soothed me, caressing my face as we chased our end together, his eyes never leaving mine as we moved in sync.

“Mmm, shit!” I gasped as I braced one of my arms against the tile for leverage, the other holding on to his neck for dear life as I began bouncing harder on his dick.

 “Yeeaa, get dat dick,” he gasped, grasping my hips, beginning to thrust harder as I screamed. Intense sharp tingles shot through my body overwhelming me as he swallowed my cries with his lips.  Our kisses igniting an even deeper passion.

You don't know what you're in for

'Bout to get inside your mental, huh

Bend ya back like it's limbo

I'ma make you feel like a nympho

Tonight, oh-whoa, you're mine, baby girl, oh

 “Mmhm, dats it......Ride dat shit… Fuuuckk…. You my lil rider ain’t you?” he asked, his words making me even wetter.

“Yes! I’m your lil rider!” I cried as he growled in appreciation.

“Mmhm, I know you are baby......... Now tell Daddy, do you wanna cum on his dick….. Or in his mouth,” he whispered against my lips as I pulsed tighter around him.

I was turned on beyond belief as Jey himself was vying very hard to keep his eyes open as we climbed our mountain of pleasure together.

As the minutes passed we became even more lost in each other. “Answer me, Kayla, how do you want Daddy to please you?” Jey rasped as I moaned in appreciation at his eagerness.

“Oouu, fuck! I want to cum on both, Daddy!” I cried, his eyes snapping open in shock at my request. A primal growl escaped his lips as he swiftly gripped me under my thighs bouncing me with ease on his dick as I screamed in ecstasy.

“Who am I to deny the birthday girl,” he whispered, his strokes powerful and deliberate as I clawed at his neck, our lips meeting once again in a deep kiss.

“Mmm, cum for me,” he moaned releasing my lips as I fell apart in his arm as he held me tight.

“I’m cummin! Jey, fuck!” I gasped as my orgasm overtook me. “Fuck yea, squirt on dat dick……… It feels good don’t it?” he groaned as I whined against his lips.

“Yes! Ohhh, fuck yes! Mmm,” I moaned as I felt Jey’s hands grip my hips tighter.

“Fuck, I love you,” he groaned as he met his end, stilling inside me as his body trembling against mine.  

 “Mmm,I love you too,” I whispered collapsing against his shoulders totally spent as Jey reached over and turned off the shower.

My second request far from my brain as I tried to gather myself and recover, but it wasn’t lost upon Jey. 

Jey’s POV

 “One more to go birthday girl,” I whispered lifting her up further, wrapping her legs around my shoulders as she gasped in shock. “One more?” she gasped as I smirked.

 “Uh-huh, I’m givin’ my birthday girl what she asked for, now keep dem eyes on me,” I whispered, slowly and teasingly tasting her soaking wet lips, savoring her addictive taste. 

Any time you want it, I'm ready and willing, girl, to give it

I start to lick your body, you go to trembling

Flip it around, girl, lemme get it from the side

And can I visit all those spots you like?

Your neck, your back, your sexy lips, booty and thighs

“Jey!” She moaned grabbing the shower head above us as I pleased her. “I owe you one, cum for Daddy one more time baby,” I moaned as her hungry lust-filled eyes rolled back in her head.

“Shit!.....Hmm, happy birthday to me,” she gasped moving her hips against my tongue as I held her in place. Her pussy trembling against my mouth as I lapped up her juices, making sure to leave no part of her untouched as she rode my face, chasing her next nut.

I had never seen a more beautiful sight than what was before me. Kayla’s legs trembling, her head thrown back in pleasure as she gripped the shower head, rocking her hips against my mouth.

 “Mmhm, use me baby,” I moaned as I nipped at her clit, her gasps anxious and needy as I was relentless devoured her pussy with my mouth.

“Oh my God!” She gasped as I stilled her hips, swirling my tongue around her clit. “Jey, I’m....Again," her voice fading as her whole body began to shake as her orgasm hit her strong.

“I know, and I want it all.…. And.. I… Mean… Every….Single… Drop,” I groaned welcoming her essence.

 “Mmm, drink it all, Daddy! Fuck!”She cried, her hips continuing to writhe against my mouth as her orgasm washed over her for the third time tonight.

The sounds of her heavy breathing and moans were music to my ears as she smiled shyly down at me trying to catch her breath.

I'ma kiss it right (oh-oh), yeah, yeah

I'm gon' lick all night (oh-oh), yeah, yeah (girl, when I'm inside and I get to ya)

Girl, when I'm inside, yeah, yeah

Yeah girl, you heard what I said

'Cause I'm gonna make you wet the bed (bed), bed (bed), bed (oh)

I'm gonna make you wet the bed (bed), bed (bed), bed (oh)

“Thank you for your cooperation, you tasted so good,” I moaned kissing her thigh as she ran her fingers through my wet hair.

“No, thank you.” she whispered as I reluctantly I placed her back on the ground as she held the wall to steady herself.

I couldn’t help but smirk at my handy work.

“You think anybody heard us?” she asked as I chuckled. “I don’t care if they did.  I told you the first day what was gon’ happen on this balcony before this trip was over and I meant that shit,” I said as she blushed.

“Are we really engaged?” she whispered, still in somewhat disbelief looking at her finger as I smiled brightly at her. “Yes, we are engaged baby, and I can’t wait to make you my wife, “I whispered gently kissing her on the lips.

 “I can’t wait either…….Thank you for making my birthday special,” she said caressing my beard as I smiled.

 “Thanks for lovin’ me,” I said truthfully honored to have her in my life.

I knew it wasn’t going to be sunshine and rainbows every day, but I knew I couldn’t wait to do this thing called life with Kayla by my side.

 I knew we could make it through anything as long as we had each other, and I couldn’t wait for the next chapter in our lives.

The end

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[mikakou2]

Can't Take Meds (Aizetsu x Fem! Reader)

There are many kinds of duo. An apprentice and a samurai. A demon slayer and a demon slayer. But a demon and a demon slayer is not something that's very common.

Yet here you are, scolding your demon friend, Aizetsu, for stealing medicine. You didn't hate Aizetsu, but hated the idea that he went on his way to steal and possibly assault someone for medicine.

"If you wanted medicine, you could have told me." You mumbled, sighing as you sat down back on the bed. "I could have made you some otherwise. Are you sick?"

"I'm not sick." Aizetsu frowned, his blue eyes pitifully staring back at you. "I stole these pills for you. I don't want you to die." He added.

Of course, you expected Aizetsu to overreact about your fever. Some demons usually aren't very clever when it comes to human reactions, like fevers and such. They always consider them as dying, even though fevers last a few days.

"I'm not dying." You crossed your arms. "Why would I die? I've fought countless of demons, I trained against my master, and I have slained a couple of humans too." You said, counting down your badass situations.

"You're making me sad right now." Aizetsu said, closing his eyes while his eyebrows were curved into a sad expression. "I want you to take these pills so that you can get better, and that we can talk normally. I don't want to be outside, waiting for you to die."

"I said, I'm not dying. How many times do I have to repeat it to you?" You deadpanned. You sighed, since Aizetsu was the type to never give up.

"Please take these pills. You cared for me when I was hurt, now I should care for you too."

And Aizetsu was right. Aizetsu was hurt, and even though he can regenerate, he needed a few minutes to regenerate after being chopped up. You, on the other hand, considered him as human and brought him somewhere to rest. And that's how your friendship with a demon started- even though at the first days, you tried so hard to shoo him away.

"Do you not like it when I am here?" Aizetsu added in an attempt to make you feel guilty. "I worked hard to get these pills for you..."

"Don't be sad, Aizetsu. I'm not mad at you, okay?" You said, reaching out your hand. You were hesitant to touch his hair, but you did so. Your hand landed on the top of his head, brushing it slightly. "Just please return those pills. Other people need it more than I do."

"Other people... Including you, Y/N. Why do you have to keep excluding yourself?" He added, sniffling but not sobbing. "I just wish the best for you."

Before you could say anything else, you heard the main sliding door open. "Aizetsu, go under the bed." You said, and Aizetsu did so.

The sliding door to your room opened, and it was your ex friend. You sighed as it was your master in training.

"Y/N! You're not taking a rest." He scolded. Being the old man he is, he walked inside angrily. "I told you to buy medicine from a nearby shaman and swallow it."

"Ehh..." You frowned, averting your gaze. "Medicine is for losers. Besides, it doesn't do anything for me, old man! I can handle myself. I'm like steel." You said and patted your own chest with your fist.

"Strong or not, medicine will get you better in no time. Remember that you still have duties to fulfill." Your master said, dropping the bag of medicine on the table. "I got this for free from my friend. I troubled myself to go here, so be thankful!" He scolded.

"Alright, alright... I'll take 'em." You replied in an annoyed tone, clearly lying.

"If you don't, you'll be training in the hot sun for a whole day." Your master threatened.

"Why?!" You complained. "I'm the sick one here, so why am I being threatened?"

Your master laughed. "Because you're extremely stubborn." He deadpanned. "I'll be off now. Make sure to eat and take a shower."

"Thanks, Master. Bye." You said, waving slightly as your master left. After the main sliding door closed, you sighed and looked down. "Come out, Aizetsu."

He got out under the bed, and you dusted off some dirt off his clothes. "Did they see you? Hopefully they didn't... A friendship between a demon and a demon slayer isn't good news, especially for the Hashira."

"I don't care if they saw me or not. But I stole medicine for you. I definitely worked harder." Aizetsu mumbled. "That's why, take my medicine instead..."

"That's nice, Aizetsu. Thank you. But I really don't need medicine." You said, and Aizetsu frowned ar how stubborn you were being. "Are you getting jealous that my master gave me medicine?" You asked.

Yo then looked down to see his hands fidgeting inside the bag of medicine. "I'm not taking that." You repeated.

"... You're making me deeply sad right now." Aizetsu said, looking down. "Please take the medicine if you would not like to experience death."

"I said, no. If you don't leave me alone, I'll shoo you away again." You crossed your arms, clearly stubborn of taking the medicine. "Medicine aren't all that, anyway. I can just recover-"

Before you could continue, Aizetsu popped the medicine inside his mouth. He held your cheeks and pulled you close, then kissed you. He pinched your cheek to make you open your mouth, and the medicine got inside your mouth.

You forcefully swallowed it and coughed. Aizetsu pulled away and gave you water. "Drink," He whimpered.

You grabbed the water and started to chug it down, making a disgusted voice. "Ugh... I hate the taste of medicine." You muttered.

"But did you also hate the taste of my lips?" He asked curiously.

You turned to him, widening your eyes. "... Well, it wasn't so bad..." You added.

Aizetsu sat properly, raising his legs up to the bed on the bed. "Atleast you finally took your medicine. You will get better sooner or later."

You stared at Aizetsu. That kiss... Felt amazing, honestly.

"Your lips taste great." You honestly said, and Aizetsu was surprised. He tilted his head.

"My lips...?" Aizetsu asked. "Are my lips... Inviting...? I've never kissed someone before," Aizetsu said, covering his mouth while averting his gaze. "I'm surprised you think of my lips as nice."

"Yeah. Also, for a demon like you, you're kinda handsome." You added to your confession.

"I'm handsome? You're very beautiful yourself, Y/N..." He said. "You know, the reason why I do all these things for you is because you're so nice and pretty..."

You stared at Aizetsu and blushed. "So, when you stare at me, do you feel sad?"

Aizetsu shook his head. "I feel hard."

The atmosphere went dead cold as the two of you stared at each other. "I thought this would be romantic. Never mind." You thought and looked down at his pants. He was being forreal.

"You really are hard for me." You said, surprised. "That's big."

"I want to kiss you again." Aizetsu said, moving closer to you. "I really do."

You didn't really hate that idea. Infact, the reason why you rescued Aizetsu was because he was sexy as fuck.

You held his cheeks and kissed him again. Aizetsu held your hips and pulled you closer to the point your bodies were pressing against each other.

As you two kissed, Aizetsu tugged on your uniform. "You can destroy my uniform like you destroy other people. I don't care." You said, kissing his cheek.

"I don't want to ruin anything that's related to you. They're all very beautiful," Aizetsu said with a whimpery tone as he started to pull down your skirt. He held the sides of your panties and slid them off.

The two of you kissed as he started to rub your clit. His mouth moved down onto your neck and started to bite it. Despite him having sharp fangs, he didn't bite too hard.

"Aizetsu, don't be afraid." You moaned out with a smile while hugging him close. "You can do whatever you want with me."

"Whenever you say those words... I don't know how to feel," He said, pulling you away and his hands fidgeting in his bag. He pulled out condoms and lube, which you reacted in a surprised manner.

"Why do you randomly have those?" You asked as he bit the condom to rip it off.

"I always look at you and want to do it. It's hard to hide it in," Aizetsu said, pulling down his trousers. "I want you to make me feel how I fantasize everyday with you."

His cock sprung up immediately and you gasped. Was that gonna fit? Who cares. If there's a will, there's a way.

"Put it on for me," Aizetsu said, giving you the condom.

"I don't think I will, yet." You smiled and went between his thighs. He was surprised as you started to suck on his tip, making him moan in a whimpery tone.

"Y/N-!" He moaned out, covering his face. As you went further, all he could ever do was beg and tear up due to pleasure. "Your mouth feels so hot... Gah..." He moaned out, throwing his head back.

Your tongue licked against it the base, then went back to sucking his tip and taking it all in your mouth again. Aizetsu couldn't believe how far better this was than his fantasies were.

He then held your cheeks gently, guiding you properly as his hands he fantasized to touch for so long started to rub against his length. You looked up at him, and he eventually blushed. Those eyes of yours, more enchanting than he had thought daily.

"Don't look at me like that..." Aizetsu said, averting his gaze. He gasped as your hand trailed up to his nipples.

"Look down at me while I'm doing this for you, please." You said with a smile as you started to bob your head up and down his cock faster than ever. He groaned and moaned, feeling as if his cock was throbbing inside.

"Y/N, I can't- Hah... I wanna cum..." He begged, holding onto your cheeks. "Please pull out, I don't want to dirty your mouth..."

However, you were stubborn as usual. You pulled out and stroked his cock. "I want to swallow your cum," You eagerly said. "Please?"

"You can't do that, it'll get dirty- Gah-!" He moaned out as he came, his cum immediately covering your hands and face.

You were surprised, but grinned. "Who cares if it's gonna get dirty? You're gonna do that inside me anyways." You said, then licked his cock to clean his residue. Due to too much pleasure, Aizetsu couldn't handle it. His tip leaked with more cum even though you cleaned it.

After it was semi cleaned, you pulled out the condom. You placed it on your mouth and put on the condom on his cock by going down on him again, taking in every inch of his cock in your mouth.

You sat up and straddled his legs, rubbing against his cock. "N-Ngh... Don't... Don't edge me like that... Put it in..." He whimpered, holding onto your waist.

His whimpers were a turn on, and of course, you wanted to tease him. With a grin, you held his cheek. "Do you want it, Aizetsu?" You asked, kissing his lips. "You want to penetrate me so bad, huh?"

"I-I do! Just please, let me..." He begged, looking down as he fantasized of penetrating you. It's been days since he edged himself with those kind of fantasies he made up in his head, but now it was happening.

"I want to see you beg for it. While looking at my eyes." You said, rubbing against him faster. "Beg for it, Aizetsu." You said, kissing the side of his head. "I won't yell at you."

Those words made him feel as if there was butterflies in his stomach, and he gulped. "Y/N... I want to fuck you, please..." He begged. "I want to see you ride me over and over again until I can't remember my own name."

"Hmm," You hummed. "I didn't quite hear it."

"Y/N-!" He said in a determined tone now. "I want to see you bounce up and down my cock while begging for more, until you start to get exhausted."

"Please? Please let me. I don't care anymore if you yell," He whimpered, hugging you. It seemed as if every ounce of his self respect had drained out. "I'll beg like a dog if I have to."

"You'd be a cute dog if you would." You grinned and positioned yourself. Slowly, you took in inch by inch of his cock in your pussy. The two of you moaned, while his fingers spread your pussy apart for easy access. As half of it was inside, he started to suck on your boobs while his hands skillfully massaged the other nipple.

"I've... Always dreamt of this..." He gasped for air while sucking more. "I wanted to touch your body so much..."

"Aizetsu," You moaned out. "Aizetsu, more-!" You said while riding his cock. The more you bounced up and down, the more he moaned. It was too good to be true.

Those days, nights, weeks, months of imagining you riding his cock, it was real now. He was in true bliss- even more in pleasure than Karaku was.

"Y/N, it feels so tight..." He panted, kissing you more while you bounced on his cock.

"Don't close your eyes," You said, holding his cheeks. "Look at me like you always did even when we first met. This is the face you fell inlove with, Aizetsu."

And Aizetsu didn't even complain or correct you. You were right- you're the only woman he's for.

The two of you moaned in pleasure while the bed creaked. The two of you continued to have a heated make out session, with his tongue skillfully taking in every spot in your mouth.

Your saliva connected and it felt great. Aizetsu continued to hold you close to him, and you could feel his heart beating, his heart beating only for you.

"Aizetsu, I'm close," You moaned out.

"I'm close too," He whimpered, his body shaking as he held you. "Can I?" He asked for permission.

"You can, don't worry." You said, kissing him again. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his warm cum from the condom arrive again, the condom being covered by your cum as well.

Your movements slowed down as the two of you panted for air. He rested onto your shoulder, kissing your neck. "Y/N," He moaned out your name, then started to kiss the back of your ear. "I love you. I love you so much." He repeated over and over again as his hands rubbed your inner thighs. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You should have told me this a while back ago, Aizetsu. I love you too." You said, hugging him as well. "You're perfect..."

Aizetsu then laid you on the bed and pulled out of you. You spread your legs eagerly for him, and he went between your legs. He then started to kiss your clit, making you moan.

You held onto his horns, making him 2x sensitive than he was. His eyes were half lidded as he licked further, his tongue lapping against your pussy.

"Aizetsu..." You moaned out, both of your hands holding onto his horns. You rubbed his horns and he flinched and blushed more. "You like that, don't you?" You smiled.

"It feels... Great..." Aizetsu said, looking up at you. He licked your pussy even more, savoring your taste. He licked your cum and even spread out your pussy to get what was inside more.

"Aizetsu, you're gonna make me cum again...!" You whined, holding onto his cheeks. "I want you inside of me again, please..."

He sat up and wiped his mouth, then positioned himself. "I'll do anything for you, Y/N."

He then inserted himself into you slowly, and of course, the two of you moaned. The feeling of being linked made Aizetsu feel as if this was not what he deserved. But this was what he needed.

He held your waist and started to thrust slowly, kissing you. His lips trailed down to your neck as he kissed it while you held onto his hair. He never knew that hair pulling turned him on so much.

"Aizetsu, faster, please!" You begged, shutting your eyes. "I want to feel every inch of you inside of me, please... Aizetsu..."

Aizetsu held your cheeks and kissed your eyes. "Y/N, open your eyes..." He said, and you opened your eyes. "You told me to look at the woman I fell for. I want you to look at the man you fell for as well."

You blushed, but smiled. "Aizetsu... You really do make my heart flutter all the time," You said, then kissed him again.

The two of you made out as he thrusted inside deeper. You threw your head back, then he bit your neck. "Aizetsu, I'm gonna cum...!" You whined out, holding his hair tighter.

"Cum for me, please..." He begged, licking the hickey he left as a sign of ownership. "I want to have all of you fluids wrapped around me."

You did as he said and came immediately, and the two of you panted. He pulled out, and Aizetsu looked down at you with a lovesick gaze. "I love you."

"I love you too..." You said, catching your breath. He pulled out, and saw that your cum oozed down to your sheets.

He stood up and carried you. "Where are you taking me, Aizetsu?"

He walked towards the couch and laid you there. "Stay." He said, and walked away. You sat there, smiling to yourself.

"He's too sweet to leave me." You thought to yourself, not doubting that Aizetsu would stay. "I'll wait for you."

Aizetsu came out of the bedroom after a while with the sheets on his arms. He placed them on the laundry.

"I'll do your laundry for a week as a thank you," He said, looking down at you. "I promise I won't let you down."

You smiled up at him. "How about we take turns everyday?" You asked, holding his cheeks.

"Huh?" He said, then blushed.

"I want you to live with me from now on. I'll protect you, and you'll protect me."

Aizetsu looked down and started to tear up. He sniffled and wiped his eyes.

"Why are you crying?" You asked, tilting your head.

"It's nothing," He whimpered while sniffling. "I've always loved you."

He raised you up from the couch and hugged you, and you felt his heartbeat against yours. You sighed happily and hugged him back. "I'm so lucky to have you."

After the two of you kissed, he went to the bathroom and placed you in the bath tub. You were surprised.

"I will take care of you. I promise." He said, holding his own chest. "I'll do anything for you. That's my promise for you until I die."

"Aizetsu..." You said, feeling your heart beat faster.

You held on his cheeks and pulled on it, making him whine. "Why are you so cute?! Why did God make you like this?!" You said, squishing his cheeks.

"You're acting as if we didn't have sex," He said while turning on the shower.

You smiled and hummed. "I had sex with the most perfect man I've ever seen." You said. "It's a win win situation for the both of us."

He was surprised of how much you loved him. He couldn't help but let out a little smile as he washed your body. "Of course, being with you is a win..."

(Another fanfic of clones I still don't know their lore and personality but they're hot especially Aizetsu 😋)

[bbutterflies]

I had written this as part of my fake dating Adrino fic, sometime in the mutual pining phase of it, but I ended up deciding to cut it. I still love this scene though and it works pretty well as a standalone. I wanted to share it, so I cleaned it up a bit and... here it is! Relevant context is Nino has moved in with Adrien, and they’re both in love with each other but neither has said anything.

Adrien had gotten a lot of things from his mom. Most of the time, he liked the reminders. He liked feeling like he was still carrying her around in his eyes and hands that were made to play piano and in trying to be kind the way she always was. He cried easily like she did, and he was patient with his father like she’d been, and he shared her love for baked sweets.

He, unfortunately, also had the same proclivity to get migraines that she had.

He could remember the days she couldn’t get out of bed, and he’d sit with her in the dark, quiet room, holding her hand or cuddling up next to her.

“Are you okay, maman?” he’d ask in a whisper, because he’d learned that noise made her hurt more.

“I’m alright,” she would say back, kissing his forehead. “I feel much better with you here, my love.”

Adrien knew now she’d been lying.

He didn’t blame her, but once he’d started getting the same head-splitting migraines, he understood why she’d lay in bed so still.

“Come lay down with me, mon ange,” she’d say. “You always make me feel better.”

Adrien remembered crawling into bed with her and cuddling up against her chest. She’d run her fingers through his hair and usually he’d fall asleep until his father came to take him somewhere and let his mom rest.

Right now, well, Adrien wouldn’t mind a nice nap.

It had been a while since he’d had a migraine, but he knew it was only a matter of time. Today it had come on during his last lecture of the day, and he’d managed to keep himself together enough to get back into his apartment. He’d collapsed onto the bed, fully clothed and over the covers, and buried his face in a pillow and laid perfectly still. It didn’t help, really, but moving at all made it so much worse.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been laying there when he heard Nino come into the apartment, and then into the bedroom. “Dri?” he asked, clearly worried.

Adrien rolled over to face him and winced. “Sorry. Can you please shut the lights off?”

Nino did. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just a migraine.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry. What do you need?”

Adrien forced his brain to work and remember. “I have meds in the bathroom somewhere.”

“On it.”

Adrien wished he remembered he had the pills earlier, because it was probably too late for them to help, but it was worth a try, anyway. Nino came back with the pill bottle and a glass of water with a straw (a straw, because he must’ve known Adrien wouldn’t want to lift his head any more than he had to) and an extra blanket.

Adrien loved him so much.

He took the medication and let Nino pull the blanket over him, grateful he didn’t have to get up to try to get under the covers. “Thank you.”

Nino smiled at him. “Of course. Anything else?”

“Unfortunately I usually have to just wait it out.” Adrien closed his eyes again. He felt the bed shift as Nino sat down next to him.

“Want me to stay?” Nino offered.

Yes. Adrien wouldn’t say that, though. “You don’t have to. I won’t make good company.”

In response, Nino pressed a gentle kiss against Adrien’s forehead.

Adrien opened his eyes again to stare back in shock as Nino laid down next to him and held out a hand.

“You’re the best company I could ask for. I’ll stay.”

If Adrien’s had been capable of forming much of any thought, that surely would’ve stopped him in his tracks. But he was just grateful. He took Nino’s hand, fingers laced together. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Nino said easily, like it was nothing at all to lay here in the dark and quiet.

Adrien closed his eyes again, soothed by Nino’s thumb rubbing the back of his hand. He wouldn’t be able to fall asleep with the way his head hurt, but on a different day he knew he’d already be out. It was comforting. He felt… he felt loved, really, by how Nino was taking care of him.

Surely tomorrow, when the pain went away and Adrien could think clearly again, he’d be stuck ruminating on that feeling for hours.

They laid together for a while. Adrien had no clear sense of time, only really aware of the throbbing pain in his head and Nino’s hand in his. He knew it had been a while, longer than he’d ever expect Nino to just lay with him, when Nino spoke again.

“Hey, Dri?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you hungry?”

“I'm too nauseous to eat. You should, though.”

“Sure. I’ll just be in the kitchen if you need me, okay?”

“Thanks, Nino.” Adrien watched him go. He felt a little better, and at least brave enough to change out of his day clothes. It was a slow, painful process to sit up, and he ended up stuck at the edge of the bed, nervous to stand at all.

He could ask for help, he realized.

He debated. He could do it on his own — he knew he could — but his head was pounding and he could barely open his eyes and every little movement made it all so much worse. He could walk to the dresser and change, but… Nino would want to help him. He’d want to do the hard parts.

Adrien hated to bother him, but as he turned to look at the dresser and had to close his eyes and grit his teeth through the pain, he made his choice. “Hey, Nino?”

Nino came rushing back into the room. “Are you okay?”

“I wanted to change and go to bed, but…”

“Let me help.”

Adrien had never even had to ask.

“Do you just want my sweatshirt?” Nino offered.

“Sure,” Adrien said, but he didn’t realize Nino meant the sweatshirt he was wearing until he was pulling it off.

It would smell like him. It would be warm. Adrien wanted nothing more.

Adrien had changed in front of countless people, and in front of Nino before. He didn’t question trying to (slowly) shrug out of his shirt, though he didn’t fight Nino’s help in getting his sweatshirt on.

“You’re not sleeping in your jeans, right?” Nino asked.

“No way. Just- hold on.” Adrien reached up for Nino’s shoulder, holding on tight, and then stood up. It, of course, made his head hurt more. He leaned his head against Nino’s chest. “Shit. Sorry.”

“Take your time.” Nino held onto Adrien’s arms, holding him steady. “It’s okay.”

Adrien’s head was pounding behind his eyes. He regretted standing up at all. He waited a few more seconds for the pain to reside back to baseline before he let go, but Nino didn’t. Adrien appreciated the stability as he slipped out of his jeans.

“Did you want sweatpants or something?” Nino offered.

“I want to lay down,” Adrien said, not really caring about being fully dressed to go to bed. It wasn’t like he was wearing nothing — he was still in his boxers, and Nino’s sweatshirt was big enough on him that it went past his hips anyways — and Adrien was in enough pain that he was done trying to deal with his clothes.

“Okay,” Nino said, “hold on. I’ll get the blankets.” He kept one hand firm on Adrien, and reached behind him with the other to pull back the covers. Adrien let Nino guide him back into bed, slowly laying down, and appreciated Nino doing all the work of pulling the blankets back over him.

“Thank you,” Adrien said, closing his eyes.

“Anything else you need?”

“No. I’m gonna try to get some sleep.”

“Good idea.” Nino rubbed Adrien’s shoulder, just briefly, but it was comforting enough to make Adrien melt. “Shout if you need anything.”

“I will.” Adrien was exhausted when he was left alone again, but sleep wasn’t coming easily to him. As much as he wanted nothing more than to just go to sleep and let the pain fade overnight, he couldn’t quite get there. His head hurt too bad, and he was still nauseous, and he couldn’t really get comfortable but he hated tossing and turning because it only aggravated his headache more.

It wasn’t long until Nino was back, though climbing into bed. Adrien opened his eyes and smiled at him.

“Hey, Dri,” Nino said softly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s okay. I wasn’t really sleeping.”

“Are you feeling any better?”

“A little,” Adrien lied.

Nino shifted under the covers. “Do you… I mean, if you want, you could come closer.”

Adrien would love nothing more than to be held. He scooted closer in the bed until he could rest his head on Nino’s shoulder.

Nino held him close, and he brought one hand up to Adrien’s head to gently run his fingers through his hair. The gesture almost brought Adrien to tears, and he wasn’t sure if it was the pain or the exhaustion making him so emotional, but he nestled closer to Nino anyway.

“Thank you,” Adrien said.

“Of course, Dri. I’m sorry you’re feeling so bad.”

“It’s better with you here.” Adrien understood, finally, why his mom was so willing to always let him climb into bed with her. It was so much nicer to not have to brave it alone.

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to being ghosts.

Chapter 3 - Treason Unordinary

Chapter Warnings: angst with a tiny sliver of fluff, mentions of death (fem!r) and executions, world-building. 5.1k+ words.

Your initial reaction upon entering Victor Vale’s safehouse outside of San Francisco was like an interruption. He, Sydney, Mitch, and Dol had grown comfortable in a domestic pattern on the run but made a sense of home wherever they went because of their unique bond. Then, when they decided to stay in one place and wait for you, there was an opportunity to settle into a routine, to be content and alone with one another, forgetting the world outside and all the changes everyone else went through.

When you walked in, it upset the domesticity, if only for a moment. As Victor learned to trust you, he kept Sydney at arm’s length, unwilling to let you get too close.

Now, you have fallen into the trap of alluring domesticity, too. Victor trusts you, Sydney feels safe beside you, and Mitch has been more help than you ever dreamed of having. The feeling of belonging, the sense that you finally found a place where you fit, living alongside other ghosts, threatens to blind you to your mission.

“What are you doing?” Victor asks.

“Mitch looked around online to see if I’d been reported missing or anything,” you answer softly.

“And?”

“There’s nothing. I’d bet that Daniels is lying to Smoak, pretending that he left me somewhere to protect me from your charms.”

Victor steps into your room, his brows raised as he repeats, “My charms?”

Sighing, you admit, “When Smoak told us about you for the first time, he said that Eli could charm women pretty easily, and he and Daniels warned me not to let you do the same to me. Smoak didn’t even know for sure what your powers were but told me not to let you get to me.”

“Yet here you are.”

“Was that a joke?” you ask excitedly. “Did Victor Vale just make a joke about using his charms to win me over?”

 “No. Did Smoak say anything else? Something that could help us take the NWA and the charter down, for good?”

“Not really. He gave us assignments, and even then, we got the bare minimum. Finding you was a stroke of luck.”

“My name’s pronounced Mitch,” Mitch calls from across the hall. “And you’re welcome!”

“What do we do now?” Victor asks.

“Truthfully, I have no idea, Victor. I’ve been running on adrenaline, hope, and a half-cocked plan to get all of the EOs in one place.”

Victor looks over his shoulder before closing your door and walking to the foot of your bed.

“You’ve shared a lot,” he begins.

“It’s the least I can do, given everything you’re doing to help me and other EOs.”

Victor sighs, lowering to sit on your bed. “Do you still want to hear about midnight?”

Sitting up to lean toward Victor, you nod.

“Then I guess we should start at Lockland, where I met Eli Cardale…”

✯✯✯✯✯

Sitting on one end of the couch, with Sydney beside you and Victor on the other side of her, you feel like part of a family. It’s been years since you felt anything like this, and you wish this moment would last forever.

“How many doctors are in the NWA?” Victor asks. “I can’t imagine spending all that time and money on med school just to be forced into a genocidal army.”

“I don’t know,” you answer. “But don’t worry, you wouldn’t have been they’re type anyway.”

“As if I would have let them find me.”

“Why are we staying hidden?” Sydney interjects. “I understood at first, while you figured out what to do, but it’s been a while now, and we’re still completely alone. No more EOs, no plan to save the world, just… waiting.”

“Unfortunately, it’s part of getting the world back, Syd,” you explain. “And I’m not just saying this because I don’t have a plan, which I don’t. But we should not go outside until we are prepared to deal with anything and everything that the NWA could throw at us. Daniels will be looking for Victor, and maybe for me, I don’t know. When or if he finds him, Smoak will call in backup, and with Victor gone, it’ll be open season for EOs.”

“You make it sound like Vic is keeping EOs safe,” Sydney murmurs.

“In a way, he is.”

“How so?” Victor asks, closing the book in his lap. “Most people don’t even know I exist.”

“Maybe not, but they know someone out there defeated EON, and that there is an EO important enough to keep most of the heat away from the ones that hide their powers or kept living like nothing changed.”

“How do they do that; live like nothing changed?”

“There’s no way to spot an EO just by looking at them,” Victor answers.

“Right,” you agree. “And people have accidents, brain tumors, loads of things that result in death, and then they get brought back. My first year as a cop, I died for nearly a minute before they brought me back, but nothing happened, and I kept doing my job.”

“You died?” Victor and Sydney ask together.

“Barely,” you reply playfully. “But my point is that finding EOs is harder than it seems. So as long as there’s someone like Victor, a known EO, for the NWA to focus on, the unknown EOs have some hope, a sense of safety they can rely on.”

“What about the ones your NWA friends are killing?” Sydney inquires.

“I hate that it’s happening, but there’s nothing I can do right now, Syd. When our time is right, we’re going to save as many as we can, but for now we need to focus on staying alive to create a plan to do that.”

“Seems like a lot of work.”

“Well, not everyone has atom bombs,” Victor mutters.

“Was that another joke?” you ask, turning toward him.

“No.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Vic, Dol needs a walk,” Sydney says, looking at the book you found between two rafters in the attic. “He’s asking for a change, so he wants you to take him.”

“You can raise the dead, not talk to animals,” Victor argues, reading the last unaltered page of his parents’ second book.

“You don’t know everything about me. I know my dog, and he wants you to take him outside.”

“I’ll go,” you offer, chuckling at their antics.

You open the door for Dol, and follow him outside into the California forest. The trees are thick and green, and the new lack of pollution and population did wonders for the wildlife and scenery. Dol barks as he circles a tree, and you smile as you watch him run around, using up the energy he stored sitting beside Sydney.

When Dol is finished, he runs back in the open front door. Enjoying the fresh air and feeling completely hidden, you look up toward the light coming through the trees. The New World Charter headquarters feels like one of the floating cities from an old sci-fi movie: sterile with overbearing leaders; here, you can take a deep breath and be in nature again.

“What’s it like where you’re from?” Victor asks, joining your side.

“It was beautiful. Being outside, patrolling, was one of my favorite parts of being a cop, too. There’s nothing like this.”

“And the rest of the world?”

“The beauty is still there, it’s just nothing like it was before. Vic… I’m scared that even if we succeed, if the EOs take out Smoak and the New World Charter is dissolved, that nothing will really change. People will still be scared of what’s different, and the peace will be short-lived before another dictator slides into the opening left by Smoak. We can’t fight this fight forever.”

“You need a break. Thinking about it, the world and the future, every minute of every day is going to drive you crazy.”

“Which is something you know well, right?”

“Very funny.”

Victor looks up, following your line of sight through the green treetops. He’s enjoying the domesticity nearly as much as you are, but he knows the safety won’t last forever.

“Care for a break from saving the world?”

Smiling as you look down, turning your attention to the NWA’s most wanted ExtraOrdinary, you ask, “What do you have in mind?”

“Syd has been asking to see San Francisco.”

“Shame she didn’t get to experience the crowds and the smell of the wharf when it was actually in use,” you muse.

“A real shame,” Victor agrees sarcastically. “Get your jacket, and I’ll get Syd. Getting some air may even do you some good; maybe you’ll have a plan by the time we get back.”

“You’re the nerd here,” you remind him as you follow him inside. “You start brainstorming and I’ll procrastinate until the night before the due date.”

“I’m not sure that’s wise considering how many lives hang in the balance. An entire race is completely reliant on your ability to find a weakness in the NWA.”

“Haven’t failed a project yet, of ye of little faith.”

“Sydney, get your jacket. We’re going to see San Francisco... what it looks like when it’s completely deserted.”

“I don’t get an invitation?” Mitch asks.

“Someone has to watch Dol,” Victor replies.

“Do you want to go?” you ask.

“Not a bit. Have fun. Bring me a t-shirt or something.”

“Yeah, I’ll look for one that says, ‘I survived the San Francisco evacuation’ or something.”

“Perfect.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Where’s the bridge? No, wait, the wharf! Ooh, or should we go to the square first?” Sydney rambles as you walk through the woods.

“The square?” Victor asks, glancing at you.

“Ghirardelli Square. You’re going to hate it, so if we find any leftover product, Sydney and I should handle it,” you answer with a wink toward Sydney.

“I’m an EO, not an alien, I know what Ghirardelli is.”

“Guys, focus!” Sydney calls. “Where should we go first?”

“Where are we from the bridge? If we get to the bridge and enter San Francisco that way, we can hit everything within a few hours of walking,” you reply. “But, Syd… it’s not the San Francisco you saw on tv or anything. It’s a ghost town.”

“Good thing we’re ghosts, then,” Victor adds.

“You’re telling me there’s no George of the Jungle here now?” Sydney pouts.

“Never should have told her about that movie,” Victor says to himself.

“Syd, just- just be alert, okay? We’re here to have fun, take a break, but it doesn’t mean there aren’t other people here. This is The Stand or The Last of Us, not-“

“Planet of the Apes?” Victor offers.

“Not at all the direction I was going, but sure. My point is that there may be people here, people who are hiding for one reason or another, or just got left behind and couldn’t get anywhere alone.”

“I understand,” Sydney responds, several steps ahead of you.

“Hey,” Victor murmurs, tapping your arm. He pulls his hand away at the sting of your skin on his. “Relax. We’re going to be fine. Then, when we get back to the house, we come up with a plan to take the world back.”

“And you said this wasn’t a movie,” you say, smiling before jogging toward Sydney.

✯✯✯✯✯

“It’s huge!” Sydney exclaims when San Francisco comes into view.

The Golden Gate Bridge is beginning to become visible in the dissipating fog, and the dark metropolis laid out below it seems larger than life. Most people now live in NWC zones, which are big and overbearing in their own way but nothing like the wonders that San Francisco and the likes used to be. NWC zones are locked down, have strict curfews, and are packed with more people than used to be legal.

“Thank you, Vic,” you say as you continue walking toward the bridge. “I needed this, and Sydney did too.”

 “We all did.”

“What are the chances we can actually find Mitch a souvenir?”

“In a city like this? I’d say pretty good; even picked over, there’s got to be a keychain or something around here.”

“So, this is what a first date with you was like?” you tease. “Walking around and talking about the mathematical likelihood of finding something worth doing?”

“I, uh, I don’t know.”

“Wait, Vic,” you say, grabbing the sleeve of his trench coat to stop him. “You didn’t go on dates? Are you kidding me?”

“Didn’t meet the right person, I suppose. At least not until-“

“Angie, right. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Syd is halfway to Canada, though.”

You look up quickly, sighing as you see Sydney looking around a few paces ahead of you.

“Since the mathematical likelihood of me surviving this battle of ghosts and goblins,” you begin.

“Ghosts and what?” Victor repeats incredulously.

“Care to make this my last first date? I mean, my dating record isn’t stellar, but if I have to go out with one good date, I think this could be it.”

“Did you inhale a toxic fungus in the woods or something?”

“I already told Sydney this isn’t The Last of Us. Seriously, Vic, you said this little trip is supposed to be a break, a distraction from what we’re about to do, what we’re up against. So, what do you say?”

“You want to go on a date with me, an EO, and Sydney, an EO I found on the side of the road, in an abandoned city? I thought you said your dating record wasn’t stellar, but if the bar is this low it’s completely dismal.”

“Could’ve just said no, Vic,” you answer, chuckling as you move toward Sydney.

“I- life would have been a lot different if we had met in the old world,” Victor replies. “If this is what you want to remember if this doesn’t go our way, who am I to stop you from actually enjoying part of being a ghost?”

“Are you asking me out?”

“Will you stop talking if I do?”

You nod, and Victor points his chin toward Sydney and the growing distance between you and her. Rushing up the hill, you catch up with her and walk beside her, smiling over your shoulder at Victor as you walk across the Golden Gate Bridge into the heart of San Francisco.

“Where to after we cross it?” Sydney asks.

“We’ll turn left onto Beach Street, which will take us straight to Ghirardelli and then Fisherman’s Wharf,” you answer. Victor raises his eyebrows, and you add, “I looked at a map of San Francisco for fourteen hours straight while I was trying to find you. If it’s on a map, I can probably get you there.”

Victor shakes his head, and you fall into a comfortable silence as you walk. Sydney stops to look at Alcatraz, and you return to Victor’s side, smiling as you silently thank him for everything.

✯✯✯✯✯

As you walk out of Fisherman’s Wharf, with an ‘I <3 San Francisco’ keychain tucked in your pocket for Mitch, you ask Sydney what her favorite part was. Victor tries to listen to her answer but feels the unmistakable sensation of being watched. He slows, looking around but coming up empty. The city seems dead, and he hasn’t even seen an animal in the few hours you have spent in San Francisco. When you slow, though, Victor rushes toward you.

You feel it, too, but you recognize the eyes on you. They’re the same eyes you felt after faking EO deaths and the ones you missed after sending Rock away.

“Vic,” you whisper when he comes into view.

“I know. I can’t see anyone though,” Victor answers.

“What’s going on?” Sydney interjects, whispering to match your volume.

“Get her out of here, Vic,” you demand, moving your hand to the gun on your waistband.

“We’re not leaving you!” Sydney replies.

“Syd, this is my part of the fight. It doesn’t have to be yours. Vic.”

Victor nods, grabbing Sydney’s shoulders and steering her away from you. They disappear around a corner, out of sight, and you take a deep breath as you accept that you may never see them again. Tapping the keychain in your pocket, you hope Mitch can forgive you for not giving his souvenir to him.

“I got Vic and Syd back,” you remind yourself softly.

Turning slowly, you stop abruptly when someone steps out of the shadows. He says your name, and you immediately come to terms with dying in San Francisco. Sydney and Victor are safe and can create a plan to save the world, so you succeeded in helping one person.

“Daniels,” you reply. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Not like I’ve been looking for you and the monsters you are so comfortable around,” he says darkly.

“What do you want, Daniels? You will never find Victor Vale, and he will take every single one of you out to protect himself and the other EOs.”

“I’d like to see him try. But, I’m not here for him right now. I’m sure you sent him away, running like a hamster on a wheel, stalled in one place.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

 “No.”

“Why’d you leave the Army to join a team of dictators, Brian?”

Daniels chuckles, pulling his gun from its holster before leveling it on you. “You are guilty of treason, punishable by execution at the order of the New World Agency.”

“If you were going to kill me, you would have done it already. What are you waiting for, Brian Daniels, retired U.S. Army Ranger-“

“Stop!” Daniels screams.

Smiling, you know you’re under his skin, getting to him by showing him that you know more about him than he knows about you. While he’s distracted by your comments, you pull your gun, holding it between your legs and the crate before you.

“You are under arrest,” Daniels yells.

“I’d like a lawyer,” you reply sarcastically.

Daniels steps toward you, and you lower as you hear footsteps in an alley. Victor is still close, and he needs help getting out unnoticed.

“Go!” you yell as you begin shooting.

Giving cover fire, you keep Daniels distracted as Victor and Sydney disappear into the shadows, where they feel most comfortable. Daniels ducks out of sight, and when the last shot’s echo dies away, he begins laughing.

“You’re a stupid, stupid girl!” he yells. “And you can’t take us!”

You don’t ask, but you wonder who ‘us’ is. Before you can think much about it, several NWA helicopters begin circling. When ropes drop from the helicopters and soldiers descend into San Francisco, you move backward toward an alley opening. If you can keep the army before you, you have an escape route and a chance of surviving. Your chances will never be good again, but the idea that you can run helps keep your hopes up, if only for a moment. Remembering that Victor and Sydney have a head start and plan to leave rips your hope away again. You’re alone, one woman with a half-empty ammo magazine against an army of trained killers.

Pushing your back against a wall, unwilling to be taken out from the back, you smile. You saved one, and that was always the goal. Knowing that Sydney is the one you saved and you were lucky enough to spend time with her, get to know her, and care for her makes what happens next easier.

A soldier rushes toward you, and you fire a single shot, watching as he crumples to the ground. His body armor should have protected him; yes, he would’ve fallen from the velocity of the bullet, but he shouldn’t have folded in pain like that. Raising slowly, you hear a few pained screams and rush to look out over Daniels’ reinforcements.

Every single soldier is on the ground. Most are unconscious, but others are screaming or crying, clearly in pain. You know what causes pain like this, but you also know that he could have done it from a distance if he saw them lower from the helicopter.

✯✯✯✯✯

“We can’t leave her, Vic!” Sydney argues as he pushes her into an alley.

“We’re not, Syd, I promise. But we need to regroup, I need a plan. If we run out there blind, we’ll all get killed.”

“Just hurt him, Vic! He’s going to kill her if you don’t!”

Your voice is barely audible, but Victor catches your taunt, “If you were going to kill me, you would have done it already. What are you waiting for?”

“He wouldn’t have come alone. He’s misogynistic, not blind. Daniels knows what she’s capable of, just as well as we do.”

“He’s hiding something?” Sydney clarifies.

“A big something, presumably.”

Victor begins to speak, but his words are drowned out by helicopters overhead.

“There’s his backup,” he hums to himself.

Sydney pulls Victor’s sleeve, pointing to the end of the alley. A soldier is approaching, and as Victor turns the pain dial, a bullet makes contact with his chest plate. Victor hides his smile, glad you’re not going down without a fight.

Rushing to the end of the alley, Victor extends his pain radius, turning the dial as high as it goes with no warning. Men scream, though most of them lose consciousness before the pain registers.

“Where is she?” Sydney whispers.

Victor weighs his options quickly before pushing the dial again and yelling your name.

✯✯✯✯✯

When Victor yells your name, you don’t hesitate to turn away from the NWA troops and rush to him and Sydney. You run into him, wrapping your arms around him as you hug him tightly.

“Yeah, yeah, glad you’re okay, too, but we need to go,” he replies, awkwardly patting your back.

You nod as you pull back, taking Sydney’s hand and running behind Victor. As you near the bridge, you call Victor’s name.

“We’re going to be visible the entire way across. Those helos are coming back,” you remind him.

“Then tell me what to do,” he replies. “Take a chance and go the fastest route, or stay here longer to find another way?”

“Can you do what you did back there to the helo pilots?”

“Of course, I can.”

“Then let’s go.”

You pull Sydney with you, apologizing as you run across the Golden Gate Bridge. The fog has rolled back in, and Alcatraz looks far more menacing than it did a few hours ago when you came into the city.

“Are you okay?” Sydney asks between short breaths.

“I’m fine,” you promise. “And I’m sorry I brought you into that.”

“That’s on me,” Victor adds, running ahead of you. “But now we have an idea of what we’re up against!”

“Vic died after using his powers for a while,” Sydney tells you. “I was worried it would happen again.”

“That hasn’t happened in months!”

“But it could? Vic, you can’t use your powers if it puts your life at stake!” you argue.

“It’s already at stake! I’ll die if I don’t, but I might die if I do. Besides, I came back every time.”

“That’s not comforting!”

When you reach the tree line, entering the forest, you slow, still moving but taking the chance to catch your breath.

“You didn’t tell me that, Victor,” you say. “I never would have asked for your help.”

“I’m not incapable of fighting for myself and Sydney and Mitch,” he replies, his voice dark and even, not unlike the night you met. “And clearly I can save you at a moment’s notice.”

“That is not the problem!”

“Then what is?”

“I can’t let you die fighting my fight!”

Your chest is heaving, partly from the exertion of running miles without a break and partly from your anger at Victor. He should have told you so that you could find a way to work around it. If he dies trying to save you, then you lose an EO regardless. Worse, you lose an EO that you care about.

“It’s my fight, too.”

“Move, Vic.”

“We’re not done.”

“We’re not moving and there are people hunting us! Move!”

Victor clenches his jaw before breaking into another run. Sydney runs behind him, and you bring up the rear of your team of misfits. Part of you wants to get them to safety and leave, but you know you can’t do this without Victor Vale, not the fight against the New World or living life after. You need Victor far more than he needs you.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Mitch,” Victor says as he walks in. “Get your stuff. We’re leaving.”

“What happened to you three?” Mitch asks, his eyes wide as he looks you over.

“Got into a fight for this,” you reply, passing him the keychain.

“I- thank you?”

“Daniels found me. He brought an army to bring me in for treason, but Victor saved me.”

“You saved me first,” Victor grumbles, clearly mad at you.

Mitch raises his brows, silently asking what you did. You shake your head before entering the room you’ve grown comfortable in. All your stuff fits in a backpack you found in a nearby storage shed. Once you’re packed, you sit at the foot of the bed and consider running.

Victor opens your door, steps inside, and closes it again.

“Do you knock?” you ask softly.

“I want you to tell me what that was back there. If you don’t trust me, there’s no reason for you to stay and keep putting Sydney and Mitch in danger.”

“Trust? You want to talk about trust, Victor? When you told me how your powers work, you might have mentioned ‘oh, and sometimes I die for a few minutes after using them.’ Was I just supposed to find out when you collapsed in the middle of saving someone?”

“I didn’t tell you because it’s getting better. Sydney found a fix.”

“A temporary fix from the sound of things.”

“Why does it matter? If it is fixed long enough to survive this war, it doesn’t matter. Either I die fighting or I survive and we find a better option after. Why is that so hard for you to understand?”

“I understand perfectly, Victor.”

“This is a weird way to thank me for saving your life.”

“I am thankful for that. But if saving my life is going to cost you yours…” You stand from the bed and step toward Victor, only a few inches between your chests. “Then let me die.”

Victor’s eyes remain on yours, pale, intense, and unblinking. “The question was about you.”

“What?” you ask, blinking at the sudden change in topic.

“That night that you asked if I’d use my powers on a good person for a better reason. You were asking if I’d let you die, or kill you, to win this fight against the New World.”

Licking your lips, you avoid replying.

“I apologize for not telling you. But if you want complete transparency from me, I’m going to need the same in return.”

“Vic?” Sydney calls from the hallway. “We’re ready.”

“And we’re ghosts again,” you hum, turning to pick up your backpack. “Thanks for the date, Victor. Sorry I ruined it.”

“Still the best date I’ve been on in a while,” he murmurs.

“And you said my dating record is dismal.”

Victor shakes his head as he opens the door for you. He’s grown attached to the domesticity, though he’d refuse to admit it. As he closes the door, separating himself from one of the few things that brought him comfort, Victor sighs.

You can tell that this fight will weigh on him, and worrying about you, Mitch, and Sydney will wear him down before the fight even begins. Laying a hand between his shoulder blades, you ask him to hang back with you.

“I need you to know that I appreciate you for saving me, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” you explain quietly, walking behind Sydney, Dol, and Mitch.

“You expect me to just stand by and watch you die? That’s not going to happen,” he argues.

“Vic, I’m a soldier. I made my peace with dying a long time ago.”

“Well, I didn’t,” Victor snaps. “I’m not going to let another innocent person die for this EO debate. I have lost friends and enemies alike, and I refuse to lose another.”

“Friend or enemy?”

Victor glances over his shoulder at you. “Equal.”

“Sounds like a friend to me.”

Victor sighs, internally glad that your personality is returning. He’s sure that you were worried, most likely about Sydney.

Boise. The sudden thought is unwelcome, and clearly not yours.

“Vic, if I told you we needed to go to Boise, what would you say?” you ask.

“I’d ask how you came up with Boise, Idaho.”

“What if I told you a ghost told me?”

Victor puts an arm out to stop you. “Is there a voice in your head? One that tells you where to go?”

“You have it too?”

Victor looks between your eyes and the crease between your brows.

“I thought it was just my intuition or something,” you murmur.

“My turn to ask a hypothetical,” Victor says. “If you noticed a pattern, that the voice was leading you into dangerous situations that somehow turned out alright… would you think they were related?”

“Are you asking me if I think the ghost is leading us where we need to be to win this fight? Putting us in trouble to get out of more trouble?”

“If I was?”

“Vic, I’m with you in this. Drop the hypotheticals and say what you want to say.”

“Whatever this voice is – a ghost, a shared intuition, common mission, however you want to define it – it is helping us. I don’t think our question should be about what it is though.”

“You want to know why.”

“You don’t?”

“That voice has led me straight to you, away from a life that I hated, so I- I guess I trust it. For now, at least. But, yeah, I’d like to know why. You’re forgetting a big one, though.”

“Being?”

“Vic, who is it?”

Sydney yells your name, and you tap Victor’s shoulder before passing him to talk to Sydney. Mitch trades spots with you, moving to Victor’s side.

“I told you that she was trustworthy,” Mitch says.

“You did. One of these days I’ll start trusting you, too,” Victor answers.

“Vic, this isn’t going to be easy. The pain and sacrifice we’ve experienced is only a fraction of what lies ahead of us.”

“I can accept that. I can accept a lot of things, but I refuse to let anything happen to the four of you.”

“And she wants you to?”

 “I don’t know what she wants. Besides the old world and freedom for EOs.”

“I’ve got an idea of what she wants,” Mitch teases.

“That you won’t share, right?”

“Right.”

As Sydney talks, you realize that the life you lost in the transition to the New World made way for this one. While it isn’t perfect, you like where you are. Being by Victor’s side, with Sydney, Dol, and Mitch, it’s good, even if it isn’t safe. When the fight is over, though, what happens then?

[tblsomedoodles]

does dee ever end up being more open about his family in 03? ik that at first he's very quiet about it, only occasionally mentioning a pops, aunt, and uncles, but does he ever become more like angie in that he starts talking about his uncles experiences?

(i can imagine at some point during early movie recovery just flopping somewhere and going "nobody bothered to tell me that fighting otherworldly beings was this FUCKING EXAUHSTING")

how long does it take for the rise bros to actually find out that he was raised by their dimensional counterparts?

Probably a little, but never exactly on purpose. Like Angie talks about his family b/c it makes him feel better. Dee doesn't b/c it hurts and brings up emotions that he's trying to ignore. So really the only time he talks about them in anything other than brief mentions is when he's too busy thinking of something else to realize what he's talking about. (if that makes sense?) Basically like if he were to start ranting about, say, the Purple Dragons and he goes off to talk about what the 03 dragons were like and how his uncles/Pops saw them as pests before shifting back to why their Purple Dragons were even less than annoyances and he's annoyed he almost wishes they were a proper gang and not just annoying school children. He's still focused on the fact he's talking about the Purple Dragons so he doesn't really realize he's brought up until the rant is over.

i think Dee would tell them fairly early about where he was, maybe within the first few weeks (basically as soon as one of them feels brave enough to ask, and he's not in shock anymore.) All in a most factual sense though. Like "there was some sort of disturbance and i fell through to another dimension along with my attacker. But an older mutant appeared and saved me from the cat mutant, eventually raising me as his own. Oh, how did i get here? I got yeeted. yes through a portal. who the fuck can get yeeted cross dimensions without a portal?" He doesn't tell them anything personel b/c it hurts (it might take them a while to realize he was raised by their older alternate selves though.)

And lol that's amazing! Dee's just laying around, maybe on some good pain meds b/c he could probably use them. And is just tiredly bitching about how his uncles and papa should have told him that fighting aliens was tiring. and his brothers are listening intently (as intent as they can while being on their own varying levels of pain meds) b/c this is literally the most Dee has talked about his family since he came back and they're not going to interupt him, no matter how many times he brings up alien dinosaurs in space.

Thank you!

[ishouldreallygetofftheinternet]

What if I just had a breakdown here because it's the only fucking social media that won't end my fucking career, not that I have one, if I say how I'm actually feeling. I don't want 12.4k people over on Instagram to know that I'm a self-hating, self-harming, self-serving piece of shit with extremely treatment resistant depression, that I know will never, ever even get a tiny bit better but I wish to god I could delude myself into believing that it would to give any one of the six different meds I'm on, or the TMS a fighting chance.

And don't anyone dare come at me with a *hugs, or a *pat, or a "none of that is true!" because it is. Even implied digital physical contact makes me squick. I have heard it all a million fucking times and I don't want to fucking hear it ever again. Even in this state, I know that's going to hurt some people to hear. But it's how I've felt this entire goddamn time and I only haven't said anything because my fucking feelings don't matter. I have to be as small and as palatable for my chosen people as I possibly can be and if I dare hurt their feelings I should slit my fucking wrists, claw my insides outside until I'm covered in my own vile blood, kill myself in as painful and as grisly a way as possible.

And I have these thoughts and visions constantly. They never go away and they never will and I wish so fucking desperately that I could make them a reality. That I wasn't a fucking coward and I had the guts to kill myself, and actually fucking succeed for once in my pathetic life. And I know I've used this turn of phrase already, but this is my fucking breakdown and if I don't give a fuck then no one else gets to: don't you dare come at me with the "it's actually braver to go on living uwu", "you're so strong for keeping on going" because it's bullshit and if you actually believe that horseshit, then you're deluding yourself and/or you've never fucking been through this and have no idea what you're talking about. And I don't even want people who HAVE come out the other side of this going "I felt the same... etc etc" because great. I am actually genuinely happy that you found a way out. I love for you that this too really did pass, and all the other bullshit they say. Idk how in this venom filled rant to make it clear that the sentiment is genuine, but it is. But it does not change the fact that I don't want you dropping into my reblogs or replies or inbox or whatever because I KNOW that yours is the majority experience. Or at least it's the one they advertise. Majority is not all. I've spent my whole life going there's no way I could be part of the exception, that I could be the worst kind of special, because I don't matter, I'm not worth shit. Well I guess I believe I have some value because I am in the minority. I am the exception. I am the experience that they will never tell you about on the official websites, somewhere between life and death, and you have to track it down in random anecdotal Reddit threads because it's one of the few places on the internet that hasn't been sanitised beyond usefulness. But you already know all that internet bullshit and, for once in my fucking life, this is about me.

Oh Emily but you post about yourself all the time on Instagram! First of all: fuck off. You are smarter than to fail to recognise that anything anyone posts on IG is the most sanitised, best, most productive facsimile of themselves. That is not me. That is a character I play. I play her every fucking day because I don't want the pity, or the disgust, or the contempt, or the hatred that I know is inevitable if I were to put her away for even one moment. If I were to show this side of myself that I hide from everyone but I am locked inside my own head with day in day out.

And I'm also aware that, probably a few paragraphs back, you were thinking about how best to alert the authorities, friends who actually live in the same town as me. To which I say really? You're going to get me locked up in a useless psych ward and for what? I'm not a danger to myself. We've been through this I'm too pathetic. The worst that'll happen is I'll have a few more cuts on my thigh that will be healed by the time I go home, if you let me, not even scabs. That is all I am capable of "oh but Emily, what about your previous overdoses!?" What about them? Did any of them ANY OF THEM do a single long term thing to me? No, so sit down and shut up. Psych services are less than useless to me - all they serve to do is to remind me that I am a problem. That I am difficult. That I am a complex case. I fucking know. How DARE you assume that I am not fully aware of my reality. That I haven't been in this fucking swamp long enough to know what everyone's next move is, what they think about me, what they want for me. Misplaced hope. After a decade I have seen it all before. There is nothing you can throw at me that I cannot anticipate, that I haven't thought through on my own, that I haven't tried yet. If I told you that I hadn't tried something you suggest in the last five or so years, I was lying to make you feel better. Maybe I'll be proven wrong about this, I fucking hope so. I'm a scientist - we fucking love to be proven wrong (or at least those of us who aren't a particular flavour of arsehole do)

And I can feel myself calming down. So there's even less reason for anyone to act. Just let me lie in my bed and cry myself to sleep as usual without the cops or the paramedics or whoever the fuck busting down my door. I'm autistic. Do you know how much fucking extra stress with literally no positives that puts me under? If you actually care, if you actually want to help first, I'm sorry that I've tricked you (and yes, I'm fully aware that that is the bad thoughts talking. We've been through this: in this moment I don't care) then do something practical. Do my taxes, fill out forms for me, clean my flat, make me actually nutritious food and then force me not to snack because no matter what it is, I'll want to eat within an hour, take me to go exercise, respond to the 27 men in my socials inboxes at any one time, make my appointments, manage my money, secure specimens and collections visits and collaborators, manage the multiple emails I get a month asking for my advice or expertise or to communicate my science and everything else, explain to the people I love who I desperately desperately want to be happy and unbothered and flourishing, explain to them why I am a constant disappointment. I know those people are reading. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that you had to see the ugly creature behind the curtain. If this rant ends up as a copypasta, or in some video so be it, exploit my pain as you do dozens of others for your own gain, be that monetary, fame, or just sick satisfaction and delight. I want to actually post one of these rants. Know that I will not answer the door to the authorities and for once in my life I will not be the placid little lamb who follows their every order even though I am dying inside even more than I was. I will kick and scream and run and fight. If you bring that upon me, you will actively ruin my life, so have fun living with that for the rest of yours. I will have my visa taken away, I will be barred from working in any country other than my own, I will be forced back into the NHS system that I am actively working through the trauma of to this day. But if you've decided you're going to do that then there's nothing I can say that will change your mind because in this moment I am not human I don't have rights and I need to be detained for my own safety. So fuck it post tweet

[notstilinski]

Logan Starters !

Taken from  the 2017 20th Century Fox movie, Logan! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! 

“Please! I'm in trouble! You're the only one that could help!”

“See, I'm not looking for you, (Name). Well, not really. I'm looking for someone, who's looking for you.”

“They’re all bad days.”

“You’re the man who puts me to sleep.”

“I always know who you are. It’s just sometimes I don’t recognize you.”

“You always thought... we were part of God's plan. But maybe... Maybe we were God's mistake.”

“I don't wanna fight, but there's things we need to discuss.”

“If you are planning to blow your brains out, could you wait till you're out on the high seas? I just mopped these floors.”

“Something's happening to you (Name). On the inside you're sick. I can smell it.”

“Don’t let them call anyone, please.”

“I know you're still good inside. I know you want to help us.”

“I'm a glorified truffle pig, not a clairvoyant.”

“What if they wake up before I get there?”

“Well, I left them in the same ditch they were gonna leave me in.”

“As soon as I rip it out of your chest, fuck-stick.”

“Of course you'd say that. But I got a theory that people don't really change.”

“They can't have things with patents running around, hurting people, can they?”

“We need to get her off the board, before she hurts anybody else. Someone you care about, maybe.”

“They thought we were too poor and stupid to understand.”

“They are not my child. But I love them.”

“You may not love them. But they are your child.”

“In the real world, people die. And no self-promoting asshole in a fucking leotard can stop it.”

“I don't think (Name) needs reminding of life's impermanence.”

“How long has it been since you took your meds?”

“Easier? Jesus! There is nothing easy about you, (Name). Yeah.”

“Yes. Please be like the rest of the world, blaming someone else for your boring shit.”

“I know, Pop. I’m such a giant disappointment.”

“You honestly derive no sense of purpose, from what we're doing?”

“I did what I could and they burned me and beat me. Your colleagues are savages.”

“I wish I could say you were a good pupil, but the words would choke me.”

“You know, Logan... this is what life looks like. A home, people who love each other. Safe place. You should take a moment and feel it.”

“(Name) the world, is not the same as it was. We're taking a risk hanging around here, you know that.”

“Used to be a time when a bad day

was just a bad day.”

“Go play Okie dickhead somewhere else.”

“This is not the first time I've hurt people. Until today, I didn't know. You wouldn't tell me. So, we just kept on running away from it.”

“You can't nurture rage. You must simply design it, from scratch.”

“Get your lily-faced ass out here!”

“It's all right. You did fine, (Name). Your healing. Just breathe.”

“I was starting to think I was gonna have to tell, that nice little kid out in the waiting room her parent’s gone.”

“I'd always hoped... that I'd get the chance to meet someone like you.”

“I know that you're different but... that doesn't change the fact that something inside you is poisoning you.”

“Well, try to remind yourselves that these are all little killing machines.”

“Machines who would've happily disemboweled your family.”

“You are dying. You want to die.”

“Mine are different. I hurt people.”

“If you keep waiting, (Name) will find you and they will kill you all. You need to get out!”

“Hey, I never asked for this! All right? (Name) never asked for this. (Name) never asked for this. And they are six feet under the ground!”

“Bad shit happens to people I care about. You understand me?”

“I want you to breathe. It's just a flesh wound, baby.”

“You will not survive further wounds.”

“Run! They'll keep coming and coming.”

“Don’t be what they made you.”

[siberat]

any dinobots headcanons?

sorry for taking a bit to respond!

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So, while not specified, I am assuming the thought’s on the dino/bots is related to chib. If not, my appoplogies, b/c this is gonna be chub.

Grim/lock: being the brute that he is, he tended to be the most greediest- mind you, he of course still shares wioth the rest of his gang, he just takes the biggest pieces for himself. He tends to be glutonous, eating way too fast to be able to properly gauge just how much he consumed until it’s way too late. As in, belly swollen and extremely achy. He then has to go find Rat/chet and ask what is wrong with his tummy and whines that it’s a grumbling mess. The medic, used to these antics, gives him the cyber/tronian equivulence to pep-to and send him on his way. If he wants belly rubs, he gotta find Wheel/jack: who agrees without hesitation.

Sla/g: being fiercly…fiece and all, if he gets ahold of the meal first, he’d feast as fast as he could to get the most food. He also tends to angry eat…. Like, when he’s angry, he eats. Seeing how he’s pretty much always in a bad mood ( from having to listen to Pri/mes orders or something) he’s always got food on his mind. Yeah, he gives the term hangry its deadly meaning for sure! And if/when sl/ag overeats, his mood is even more cranky due to the belly aches. He won’t go to med bay to get anything for relief nor allow anyone to rub that tummy… instead, he purposly belches as loud and rudly as possible. Take that.

Slu/dge: while not the sharpest crayon in the box, his eating habits are odd. Odd as in not much thought is given to what meals he eats. He is the lover of junk food, for sure. Instead of consuming a well balanced meal, this bot tend to turn snacks into meals. And sometimes, the meals consist of items that one wouldn’t think to put together…like (cyber/tronian equivulances, of course_ penut butter and tuna fish… m &m’s and skittles…milk and pizza…gummies and cereal, you get the idea. His overundulgences end up with him laying in his berth, cradling his belly as he whimpers. He doesn’t ever grasp that while some foods may be good on their own, mixing them isn’t the bestest of ideas.

Sna/rl: being a rather unhappy dino/bot, he tends to eat to dull the sadness in his spark. When not in battle, he is holed up somewhere alone and binge eating. His thoughts are wondering to Cyber/tron and how he wishes he was there instead of Earth. Hating his alt mode makes him eat. However, he’s not quite as ‘uncultered’ as his fellow dino/bots. He manages to take the time to cook some very savory meals. He cooks entire feasts for himselfs and spends all night slowly eating them as to enjoy them to their fullest. He often eats as he looks over datapads of cyber/tron or other dinos that may have been cooler to have as an alt. By the time his optics grow heavy, his belly grows heavy too. It grumbles and quakes, but the feeling of being so full luls him to sleep. He curls up and rubs his own swelled belly as he drifts off to sleep. He kinda is a little happy while doing to.

Swo/op: being the friendlist an dmost sociable of the dino-squad, he tends to be more of a grazer. If there is a gathering, he’ll be there idly chatting ( as long as he aint getting ordered around, that is!) with snacks in hand. He admitted, upon being questioned by other dino/bots about why he even bothered attending these functions, and he responded with the obvious: they always have food. The topics may not be the best ( though, he fakes interest as to not be rude) but is always scoping out the treats. He’s the least likely to overeat in public: being much more sensitive he doesn’t like any teasing or ridicule comiing his way. However, whenever left overs are offered to be taken back, Swo/op eagrly agrees- often clearing out whatever no one else takes. ( He may even swipe some before the offer is made, but you didn’t hear that from me) Once he returns to his habsuit, and out of sight of the others, he finishes up whatever he took with him. However, he is very mindful of being able to fly still. He would never want to be caught grounded by such a huge gut that he couldn't strike fear into other mech’s by his scary alt mode.

Now, can you imagine them all together? If they are hungry- you got one snagging the biggest pieces, another piling food sky high on his plate, one randomly fixing a plate with combos that do not make sense, one eating the sadness away in a corner, and the fjnal one shoving food into subspace for later. They’d resemble a swarm of locuses more than dino’s…..

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I actually do not know much about the Dino/bots.

[lovemesomesurveys]

1. What is something in your life that you feel hopeful about right now? Well, I finally tried edibles to see if it helps my anxiety at all, as well as my insomnia, appetite, and pain. I’ve had horrible anxiety, more so than ever, this past year and the medications my doctor would allow weren’t working. I was feeling really hopeless and scared. The only thing that did seem to help was my pain med, which of course isn’t its intended purpose but I was taking it for that as well, which wasn’t good. I finally decided to give edibles a try with the hope of course of it actually helping me and to also take less pills. 

2. What was the last thing you worried about that turned out better than expected? Well, I’ve been trying this new regimen for the past week now and figuring out the right dosages and how many a day and  so far it is working. I have definitely cut back on the pills, which is really good. 

3. Name somewhere you are planning on visiting in the near future? I sadly have no travel plans. I’m hoping perhaps my new “medication” will help me feel motivated and have the desire to want to get up out of bed more and perhaps at least take a drive to the beach and park as close as we can so I can enjoy it from the car. I’d take that over nothing right now. I really miss the beach. :( Like I said, though, I’m still playing around with the correct amount and what type I take for what. I need a mood lifter kind. While it has helped some of my issues, it also makes me really tired and have zero energy which is not helpful if I want to go somewhere.

4. How often do you go grocery shopping and how much food do you usually get in one go? My mom goes twice a month for our big grocery trips. We get a lot of stuff.

5. What is a meal you eat extremely often? Or do your meals & food choices vary a lot? I have cream of wheat for breakfast, Taco Bell at least 4-5 times a week, and I have a sandwich for lunch just about everyday. I have pizza fairly often, too. It’s so wild how my appetite has changed since being home from the hospital because prior to I ate a lot of chicken, particularly chicken wings. I had that all the time before and now it’s rare for me to get chicken wings or chicken strips. I don’t know why.

6. When was the last time you felt unable or unwilling to speak your mind to someone? That’s kinda just how I am for the most part. I’d like to speak up to a couple people, but I just want to cause any drama or hurt anyone’s feelings. I just imagine the conversation going completely wrong and everything getting twisted. I won’t be able to say what I want to say in the right way. I’m getting hurt, too, but it’s best I just don’t say anything.

7. What was the last thing you changed your mind about? I don’t recall.

8. Who was the last friend you saw, and what did you do together? I don’t have any friends.

9. Who tends to show up in your dreams? Do you ever wonder if you appear in anyone else's dreams? I always have random people pop up in my dreams for some reason. Like people I know, but I’m talking like for example this kid I went to elementary and middle school with. We weren’t friends, but acquaintances. I didn’t have a crush on him or anything either. Sooo, I really have no idea why he’s the one to pop up on my dreams randomly. 

10. What is something you wish you could say to someone who is no longer in your life, or something you wish they could know? I sometimes wish I could talk to Ty again and tell him some things, but I guess at this point it really doesn’t matter.

11. Instead of flat earth, what do you think of the simulated earth theory, that we're basically all just a giant computer program or virtual reality? Nah.

12. What worries you most about your future? I’m truly afraid of getting worse or never getting much better. I’m afraid of living a life mainly stuck in bed or at home. I’m afraid I won’t be able to travel again or go places. My future terrifies me.

13. What is something you do to feel better when you're scared? I have to just try to distract myself somehow. 14. Who do you feel you can count on the most in life? Is there anyone you wish you could count on more? My mom, 100%. I know I always can.

15. What makes you trust someone? When was the last time someone broke your trust? It’s usually just unless I have a reason or feeling that I shouldn’t. You just kind of vibe with someone and gauge how comfortable you feel and how much you want to share. 

16. When was the last time you shared a secret with someone, and how did they react? I don’t recall. 

17. Are you more likely to give advice or to ask for it? I used to be the one friends came to for advice all the time, but I’m certainly in no place to be giving advice to anyone right now. I also don’t ask for it generally. Very rarely. I keep a lot of shit to myself. 

18. When was the last time you felt totally lost, figuratively speaking? How about literally? >> I constantly feel lost, figuratively speaking. I almost never feel lost, literally speaking. <<<

19. In what ways are you emotionally strong? In what ways are you emotionally weak? I feel extremely weak emotionally. And physically.

20. What is the strangest book you have ever read? How did you find out about it? One of them that randomly came to mind is “The Giver.”

21. Do you prefer to watch movies or tv alone or with other people? Is there anything you refuse to watch alone? I much prefer watching with others. My mom, brother, and I have several shows we watch together. I find it fun to have someone to react and obsess with. 

22. What was the last thing you broke? How about fixed? I don’t recall.

23. Is there a sign or symbol that means a lot to you for whatever reason (eg. seeing certain animals or birds, 11:11 or other repeating numbers, syncs, butterflies, hearts in nature, etc)? My favorite number since I was a kid has been 8. That number comes up a lot in my life, too. The number 9 does as well. I don’t know what it means, if anything, but it’s interesting. 

24. Do you have any personal ghost stories or paranormal experiences? No.

25. What do you get complimented on the most? Ha, nothing anymore. I’m a mess. 

26. What is something unusual that you find attractive? I find hands attractive, but I think that’s not so unusual or uncommon. I can’t think of anything that would be “unusual.”

27. What time do you tend to eat your first meal of the day? And your last? I tend to eat around 11 or 12PM and my last meal around 8. 

28. What was the subject of the last video you watched? I’m watching a YouTuber that does a lot of videos on abandoned places and companies that went bankrupt and/or closed down. The one I’m watching now is about Bed, Bath, & Beyond. 

29. When was the last time you traveled out of town, and where to? Over a year ago to the beach. 

30. How would you describe your overall aesthetic? I don’t know, man.

[dear--charlie]

Dear Charlie,

It's been a while. A big while. I don't remember the last time I wrote to you and as much as I wish I could say I am happy to see you, I'm really not. It's been a rough two years. Beatuiful years in which I have made friends in a way I never thought I could, but at the same time I feel like I will never get myself out of this whole I've been stuck in ever since the first time I wrote to you. I think that's 6 years ago. I am 24. I am finishing my masters degree and writing my thesis and I have no idea what I want to do next. What I wanted to do, what had been so clear to me all my life, suddenly seems like something I don't want anymore. I wanted to be a teacher. That life feels as far back as the times I felt admiration rather than second hand embarrassment when looking at my father.  If I do a PhD, then it's only because I want to prove to myself that I am capable of doing it, it's because my OCD tells me that I will not, cannot have a happy life if I don't finish school. And finishing school means PhD. From preschool to primary school to bacherlor's to master's...the missing piece of the puzzle would be a PhD. It's only logical, no? But do I want it? I don't know. Then again, I really don't know what I want anymore. I feel like over the past years I have lost touch with who I am, what I want, where I belong and what the future holds.  Then again, if I don't do a PhD, what else would I do? Go teach? Not sure? I'd like to work at a library. But I don't have the degree. But would I really want that? Or have books become my identity the way dance was, even though by now I feel like throwing up every time I see words written on paper, and the dance thing is more of a hobby than anything I would ever have wanted it to be.  I live at home again. With my parents. They are making so much noise right now that I can't sleep. I think they forgot that I live here and that I really don't want to hear them having the night of their lives.  What do I want? I don't know.

Either way, I am so anxious about my thesis that I don't sleep most nights and that I work all day, but I hate it, so I don't do it well, I'm not productive enough. My friend has ADHD and recently shifted her meds and she left me some of hers, and they help me focus. They calm the brain fog but I don't want to abuse the medicine. I should probably just get myself a diagnosis, but by now I don't even know what I have or don't have or might have. It might be ADHD but then my brain would feel foggier, wouldn't it? It might be depression? It might be anxiety? I might be somewhere on the spectrum? I might have OCD? It might be all of them or nothing, some more or some less. I'm scared. I want to know. But I don't, because ignoring it makes it disappear, tells me it's not as bad and not as real and that I am completely normal. A diagnosis would mean the demons are real. And that there might be ways to tame them. But who am I without the dark and jittery mind that sees patterns where there are none.  I lost touch with myself and my surroundings. I feel detached from the friends I had here and since moving back to where my parents live I feel estranged from my own home. I miss my friends, the ones I made in the last 2 years. I miss the smiling eyes of 4 year old me, the dreams, the ambitions. It's all gone.  I feel like I've settled for where I am and moving on is scary. I idolise people after people, try to find my community but time after time I fuck up. When I have to talk to somebody about something other than academics my mind shuts down. Except for commenting on the weather I am uncapable of smalltalk. I'm just quiet. And everybody feels awkward. And I notice. But I don't know what to say or how to act or where to look. 1 on 1 conversations scare me and in a group I feel uncomfortable. And I feel lonely by myself. It's so tricky. And I managed to make friends who for some weird reason like me, but they live far away and I've been there before. 5 years and it changes, 6 and it's over. You cannot stay this close somebody you don't share a life with anymore. Not like this.

I feel like I'm dying alive. Those thoughts come more and more often.  And then there are all the bans. The don't say gay bills in America, some Germans praising the approach, there are all the hurdles of a queer life that I am aware of. The not holding hands, the questions, the looks. I would love to say I don't care, that I am proud and don't give a shit about what people think. And honestly, I don't. But I am sacred. That they will hurt me. That instead of throwing comments at me and insulting me with the worst of words (because that has happened a lot) they start throwing stones and hurting me or A and I don't want that.  I feel like I want to hide away. From myself, from the world, from life, from them.  I long for her to reciprocate my feelings. She calls me a friend. Says I remind her so much of herself. I feel like we are that, friends I mean. And she reminds me of the things I could be if I were a little more like her. We are so similar and yet we are so different. She is the things I strive to reach but don't know how to. I don't want to disappoint her. I dreamt about her. About the disappointment. She is who she is and I am who I am and we are in a setting where the word "friendship" comes with power imbalance and hierarchy and that is why our weekly calls happen during her working hours most days. We cannot cross that line. Questions would pop up. And things would get weird. But I want more. I want friendship without that boarder, without the working hours, without the censoring ourselves and weighing our words trying to keep a line of professionalism that remains on paper but has long dissolved. I want to erase it. But I cannot. Because she grades me. And I am a student. And that's not how those things work. She told me so far she avoided grading me as far as she could because she is biased. In a good way and yet... biased. Now she has to grade me. Sometimes there are text messages instead of emails. Our "professional" talks resemble coffee dates more than anything else. But we have to keep the guise. So I stopped answering the texts and she stopped sending them. Back to email.

Back to working hours. Back to, I have an available time slot for a zoom call on Wednesday at 10:30. That's how it has to be but I don't like it. Because it's easy to talk to her and she feels the same. We know things about each other I am sure we both don't tell random colleagues. But oh well. It has to be like this. One more thing that has to be the way it is and that makes me miserable. I long for connection. It's so hard for me to build it. With her it was so easy. I have it. But I have to ignore it.  Anyway. This is long. And messy. Like always really. I'm not doing very well. I'm trying. Really. But my thesis subject gets to me and the books I read hold mirrors in my face of past selves that I have tried to forget or overcome or both and it is just being hard. I'll try to stay safe. Say hi to all our common friends please. I don't know who is still here. I hope they are well. And safe. And happy. We'll get there. 

[sarcastic-nebula]

Personal Audio Recording: Landing at Point Rain

a/n: I'm experimenting with style and POV, and I might add more to this later. TW: torture, death, overall sadness. MC is a pink twi-lek female

Personal Audio Recording: Landing at Point Rain

I was not yet a Padawan Learner when the First Battle of Geonosis occurred. Naturally, another droid factory needed to be taken care care of years later, and that was how I ended up suspended in a dark room on Geonosis.

I was with Master Ki-Adi and our men, we were going through a cave to get closer to Master Skywalker's position. Landing at Point Rain was a complete disaster. The Geonosians had been shooting us down since we entered the atmosphere. The landing, if it could even be called that, had rattled us all. Some, including my master, got hurt, others died. Safety lie at the landing zone where Master Kenobi and his battalion had ended up miles away from us. The cave itself seemed like a lucky shortcut, until the bugs flew out from within the cave. They shot at us, and in pairs they tried to carry one of us at a time to an unknown place. One of the clone troopers under me, Leaf, was the first to be carried away. This squad of Geonosians also tried to take the commander, Jet, but he got away. Sadly, other men were taken too. I tried to deflect their blaster shots to them. I tried to defend my men and my master. I tried to get those in the air back to the ground.

But then, in a stupid moment of hesitation, four skeletal hands wrapped around my arms, and I was being flown into the cave. My arms are still bruised dark pink and purple from their strong grip. Maker, if only I wasn't clouded by worry, instead focussed on my duty!

(hard sigh)

The Geonosians were fast flyers. The cave was huge, I thought they were going to drop my men and I from some height and have us die more painfully. But they kept flying, and their grip never faltered.

I don't remember how long it took, but I guess they were taking us somewhere inside the droid foundry. Why, I would find out later, but at that moment, I was terrified they were going to drop us one by one, and enjoy listening to our bones crack and lungs give out.

Eventually we made to some room within the foundry. Prisoners. All of us suspended along the walls. Vulnerable, with no idea of what to expect. All I knew was that I had to stay strong for my men, and for myself.

Time passed, shoulders got sore, and eventually a protocol droid, a tactical droid, who I assumed to be Poggle the Lesser, and an entourage of battle droids came through a rather large door. I didn't even notice there was a door until it opened. I was consumed by shock and worry until then.

Poggle approached me, protocol and tactical droids with him. After voicing a series of clicks and hums, the protocol droid translated something like, "His Majesty wishes to know who else will be joining the attack on this factory". Basically, he wanted to know who was coming, how many, who was already here, what supplies, you get the idea.

I was frozen. Everyone was looking at me, and I just stared aimlessly at Poggle. He was ugly, but he was in control, and fear just consumed me.

I'm so ashamed.

I guess I was silent for too long. Poggle yanked one of my lekku and repeated the question. It hurt so much, I couldn't concentrate because my head was spinning. If the five or so clones around me were worried, the buckets hid it. Maybe I was so afraid, the Force was muted. Or maybe the suspension rings my wrists and ankles were in were Force-suppressive. I just don't know. I did yelp though. I can't stop thinking about it.

Anyway, he said his question a third time. At least I found my voice, and I told him that I wouldn't tell him anything. If he knew about possible reinforcements, more shit would have gone down. Who knows what else he could have done with any words I could give him. I think he even asked about how well his counterattack was going; how many needed med-evac and whether or not there was a medical facility nearby to help with the casualties. Three Jedi Generals, two Padawans, and hundreds of thousands of clones would overwhelm any of the medbays we had on hand.

I told him I wouldn't speak, and so I didn't. Poggle took a blaster from one of the battle droids, held it up to one of the men. He clicked and clacked some more, and the protocol droid asked me one of the same questions. I think his name was Mark.

(tearing up)

I hope his brothers can forgive me.

My lightsaber was so close yet so far away, you know?

(sniffles)

There were clones on either side of me, and all the ones to my left hung lifeless when they got back to me. Each time they asked some stupid kriffing question, I was silent, and Poggle shot another man.

There were three men alive on my right, and then Poggle changed tactics. With that blaster, he shot one of his own droids, and flew over to it. He blasted one of its arms off, shot the arm a few more times, picked it up, and returned to face me.

A few more hums and clacks. Protocol droid asked me where the injured clones and Jedi would go from here. I refused to answer. Poggle took that smoking droid arm and held it against my arm for a few seconds. Not long. But it hurt like the Sith hells.

I had never seen my own skin blister or disintegrate before. Guess I can cross that off the bucket list. Well, I didn't really see it burn up since I guess that sort of thing happens on contact. But the blistering was real.

Poggle did it three more times. I don't know if anyone flinched when I shouted each time. I wonder if they could hear my heart rate changing.

I guess Poggle got bored after that fourth time. Maybe something worthwhile was happening outside. Either way, I was breathing hard and shaking as he turned away and left with his droids. Silent tears fell down my face. Was I in shock? My heart was still beating like crazy, and I just couldn't get enough oxygen.

I wasn't even thinking about Master Ki-Adi that whole time. I wonder if he was thinking about me.

When Poggle and the droids left, the suspension binders deactivated. Those of us still alive gasped from the surprise. Those of us gone just...slumped. I couldn't look at their bodies.

One of the still-living men, Leaf, came up to me. Talked to me a little. Asked the other two for bacta, bandages, anything. It hurt when Leaf wrapped my burns. They were grey and red.

I don't know how, but the boys played with the control panel in the wall near the door, and got it to open. I don't really remember the how and the what. Just the air getting a little lighter once we snuck out of the foundry. I just... they were leading, and I was following. That's all I can remember. I think a military transport ship found the four of us once we got away from the factory, and took us behind the landing zone, where the battle just went on and on.

A medic came to look at us. He was out of bacta, but he had some fresh bandages. He slowly removed what I had on, and kept a stoic face as skin that adhered to the first set ripped off. He was still calm once he saw the damage. There wasn't a lot to be done, it was an active war zone, and I felt sick to my stomach. Every movement of my arms sent shooting pain throughout. There was no time for that medic to worry about my pain.

(brief pause)

I think that the next thing that happened was after maybe another half hour of fighting, a Republic airstrike gave us the reinforcement we needed to push the Geonosians back, and then call it a day. I remember being led into a transport ship with my master, Master Kenobi, and some more injured men. No, Master Ki-Adi-Mundi wasn't with me until then, he was busy on the front. I'm sure he was a bit worried for me.

The transport took us to the Resolute, and from there, 501st medics helped us toward their medical bay. The bandages really hurt once they came off. There wasn't much the medics could do once they got to me, so many others needed bacta. I guess I'll just be scarred for a while. (Y/N) out.

[savetooru]

feeling strange

because grief is difficult to talk about (but demands to be parsed in some way) here is, instead, a non-comprehensive list of silly, bizarre, and errant reflections i've had throughout the past two weeks:

is this it? is this it now?

i don't want to let you go but i fear it's happening. i think it's happening. do you hate this? i think you're tired. i think i would be tired.

don’t think. don’t think, just do. we’ll figure it out when we get there. stop thinking. right. just like that.

every time someone starts off a conversation with achi it means some serious shit is about to be asked of me. this is so stupid but i swear if i wasn’t the first-born this would be impossible for me. 1

i don't know when it was i shed my stage fright but i imagine it was sometime between the last hospital visit and this moment i am swallowing down five years of religious trauma to serve as lector for your funeral rites. man, anything is so easy if it's for you.

oh. oh— it's. there is no world in which i am not a reader, is there? that's it. that makes sense to me. that works. i can work with that.

okay. okay, fine. "though i walk in the valley of darkness, i fear no evil; for you are with me," is metal. as. shit.

can we get ice cream? i need a sundae. i need something cold and sweet between my teeth, if not extra spicy. it's less a want and more a tether. i need a tether.

the sun is so good when you catch it between just the right amount of foliage. the colors are so vivid and paint-like.

this scene from fleabag is so much funnier when it happens to you in real life. seriously. is it worse people are so complimentary or that i can't be totally unhappy about it?

i almost wish it was always this quiet, and that everyone would always be this gentle. almost. i’d miss the fighting too much.

i should be more upset. i should be more upset but i'm not. i wish someone could tell me whether that means i'm stronger, or if it means there's something broken somewhere.

why do we always end up in the emergency room?

having such a simple rice cooker has spoiled me. i've got to master everyone else's controls. i think a warm breakfast is the only thing getting my uncles through the day.

okay, no. i’m stronger. i’m definitely fucking stronger. i was bluffing before but i’m serious now. messenger, nightwatcher, finder of meds, reader, waiter, smile on my face hater. stronger.

living life is hard. leaving is hard. seeing everyone be so sad is terrible. i wish it wasn’t such a struggle, even if fighting was always gonna be worth it.

god i wish we could have took you out to brunch a couple more times.

holy shit. this stranger's cat is on my lap, purring. holy shit, am i a good person? i must be a good person. a little bit. holy shit.

been asked to say goodbye so many times it’s starting to sound a lot like hello.

thank god i'm young. i'd never have been ready or old enough, but thank god i'm this age. i couldn't, if i wasn't. that doesn't make anything right, but just. i couldn't, you know?

i'm going to love you forever. i'm going to love you forever, i know it.

also just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who sent their emails and well-wishes. no matter how many times i say it i won’t be able to express how much reading your words has touched me.

1. achi is hokkien for elder sister.

[bl00dybat]

i just feel so hollow and sad most days, so alone. i cant afford my meds right now and its really fucking me up. my nightmares have been worse and my anxiety. nothing feels enough to distract, everyday passes in a blur and feels just as pointless as the next. i wish i could hangout with someone near me but there just isnt anyone. the one friend i made always cancels cause her husband doesn't like her hanging out with people. idk im just trying to find some peace of mind. im tired of struggling, all around me i see people who are successful, who grinded so much and can now experience financial stability and a job doing stuff they love. everyday i crave it and convince myself it wouldn't be worth it to die because its possible to turn around and have a better life. i cant stop stressing myself over it and feeling defeated when everyday seems like a dead end. fuck i just want to feel confident and comfortable in my art again, fuck i just want to finish all the pieces i need to so i can have a finished portfolio, go into shops and get a fucking apprenticeship already. i think about it all day everyday yet i get easily overwhelmed with my art cause im already so stressed with everything, im constantly comparing myself and never feeling like enough. when will i be enough? i feel so far from the person that is me. i dont want to hate myself, find myself disgustint and unworthy of love, i want to heal i NEED to heal so i can move forward in life it just feels so impossible right now. depression has me desperately trying to find comfort in my vices, anything to feel some form of control and peace, anything to not focus on the endless misery i feel. please please just let me be okay. i want to be happy so bad. i want to be a weight i feel comfortable at and not constantly hyper aware of how it looks every second, i dont want to think, i want to eat healthy and feel happy and energized by what i eat, not constantly having to eat fast food or unhealthy shit in general cause its cheap and we're poor. i miss having a job where i could really save money, i miss having a working car, i miss my friends who lived nearby, but have now moved all over the place, some really succeeding in life. im so happy for them and so jealous. my family looks at my life and just sees struggle, my dad literally saying "you need to move out of there soon so you can escape this miserable existence youre living". if it looks so miserable to everyone else how can i not feel miserable? im trying to be optimistic. im trying. i just want a break from everything that hurts so much. i put so much pressure on my art because getting an apprenticeship is my key out of this shit, i can only escape this situation myself and if i can get that, within a year i could be a full-time artist living my dreams, saving, and otw to my own apartment and so much more. i *have* to do this. please universe just help me be something and get somewhere, im tired of suffering im tired of my brain ruining life for me..