science bitch!

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

      Miles is part of a team now. Supposedly. He’s never really considered himself to be much of a team player – group project dynamics had never really been his thing. Too many conflicting personalities and work styles. But now he’s apparently meant to be getting along with a ragtag group that consists of the soon-to-be mother of his child, an intern who might as well be his child, and the absolute bastard who’s personally fucked with and attempted to ruin the lives of the former two individuals. 

      Which is to say – he values his personal time. The late night jaunts around the city where he doesn’t have to adhere to Staci’s naive morals, or Quentin’s completely warped morals, or Lynn’s general displeasure about the whole situation. Miles isn’t exactly fond of the setup either, but it’s underpinned by the sense that this is mostly his fault. His fault for being stupid and getting caught by Team Mysterio – which is the only reason why there’s a Swarm far worse than his own roaming around New York. And if a little teamwork is required to make amends, there isn’t much room for arguing the matter.

      He wants to set things right, and this time, he isn’t stupid enough to think he can do it on his own.

      So he isn’t seeking anything out tonight. He isn’t trying to hunt down the creature calling itself Mara. Hell, Miles isn’t even seething through the shadows as Venom. It’s just him, just Miles, just the boring and average reporter out to get some air and clear his head. There’s the baby stress getting to him, too – a perfect cocktail that requires a little space to process. And he tells himself he’s not going to go looking for trouble, but trouble has a funny way of finding Miles even when he’s trying to avoid it.

      Perhaps even more so when he’s trying to avoid it.

      “Jesus fucking Christ.” Instantly his entire being shifts to high alert, the Walrider percolating beneath his skin in a show of defense. But it isn’t panicking as much as it normally might. That’s alarming in and of itself, but recognition clicks into place in some unknown recess of Miles’ mind. This is Mara. The thing that he – that they – inadvertently spawned. There’s never been anything particularly pleasant about the Walrider’s strange and inhuman appearance, but there are qualities to it that Miles has grown to accept and appreciate. This one, though – this is a different creature entirely. Grotesque where the Walrider is merely unnatural. The scent of blood and meat would likely be overwhelming if it weren’t for Miles’ dampened senses. As it is, the visual is nearly enough to churn his stomach. Not that Venom hasn’t committed atrocities of its own, but there’s something about Mara’s feral grin that strikes a different chord. 

      It’s roughly the same as the difference between self-defense and outright murder for the sake of it. For the fun of it.

      “What do you want?” As though it might answer in any sensical way. But there’s an anger bubbling up within Miles, a frustration at being confronted by the thing they’ve so desperately been trying to hunt and bring to heel. Because this is Jennifer Roland just as much as it is a Swarm. Her hunger, her hubris, her complete and utter disregard for innocent lives. Has the Swarm made her anything more than what she already was, or like the Walrider, has it merely amplified that which already existed?

      The thought of Lynn, alone at home, is the only thing that keeps him from tearing into the creature before him. If Mara wants to start a fight, he’ll do what it takes to protect himself. But he won’t initiate anything like this.

      “You have to know that we’re after you. That you’re a child compared to us. Before you start shit, make sure you know damn well how it’s going to be finished.”