I do feel like the moment when the walls crack and slip and there is a stolen moment of vulnerability where the stoic whumpee crumples for a hot moment, a single night, a couple minutes in front of someone, has a single panic attack they can't hide or breaks down in the loneliness of their own room, is one of my favorites. Tbh.
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Some people ask me 'How do you break generational curses?' due to me making some astrology posts with some placements that can indicate those. Well, the thing is, it can happen every day. For example, your mom has idk how many kids by age 17-18, and then you reach that age by having none. You broke the cycle. Having family members with addictions but you choose not to have one, you broke the cycle again. It's not really a hard task to broke generational cycles. Is about choosing to go in a different direction and for the better!!
Summary: Russell made you a promise, but “getting out” of government contract work is even more difficult than he thought it would be. Is he willing to put the past aside, or is this going to be your breaking point?
AN: Welcome back to the Every Second Counts-verse! After the events of BP Parts 1 and 2, we're finally closing out the show on this story. Get ready for a rocky ride...
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Romance, smut, angst, perilous situations, family drama, blood and violence, PTSD, and other chapter-specific tags.
Chapters:
⌖ Part 1: One Step Ahead of the Past
⌖ Part 2: One Chance
⌖ Part 3: Aftershocks
⌖ Part 4: Never Rules
⌖ Part 5: Echoes & Answers
⌖ Part 6: Gordian Knot
⌖ Part 7: History vs. Science
⌖ Part 8: Close the Show
Series complete!
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I don't think it's appreciated enough how funny Eddie actually is. Like people always assume he's the strict, serious one, but his comedic timing is perfect.
"Good Lord, how much trust are we trying to build here?"
"Actually that's for us."
"Why does everyone get to eat but me? Maybe I'm hungry too!"
"You want a slice?"
Immediately turns away when they give him this look 😂
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Dewey continued to retch and gag into the bin, his body trembling and his face flushed from the effort. After each heave, he would take a shaky breath, only to be hit with another wave of nausea. He weakly leaned back against the headboard, panting and exhausted. "I-I... think... I'm d-done..." he managed to gasp out between shaky breaths. Dewey then realised he made a mess of the bed and his emotions started to get the better of him. He was overwhelmed by the constant nausea and discomfort, as well as the feeling of being completely vulnerable and reliant on others. And now him being sick on the bed. He was scared, and helpless. Tears welled up in Dewey’s eyes as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.
Huey’s expression softened as soon as he noticed that Dewey was trying to hold back his tears, and his heart ached at the sight. He knew that his little brother was in immense emotional pain and distress, and the mess he had made of the bed was just the tip of the iceberg. He pulled Dewey into a gentle hug, feeling his brother's small frame shaking with withheld tears. "Hey Hey Hey… shhhh…It's okay, Dew," he whispered softly, his voice filled with love and empathy, rubbing Dewey’s back as gently as he could. "It was an accident little bro, it happened so fast that you couldn’t control it so it wasn’t on you alright?"
Dewey took a deep shuddering breath, his body still shaking with emotion. He sniffled and buried his face in Huey's shoulder, his eyes still welling up with tears. "I just-I just feel so weak and useless," he mumbled softly, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't even keep food down, I'm just vomiting constantly. And now I've made a mess of the bed and you have to clean it all up. I feel like such a burden."
Huey's heart ached even more at Dewey's words, hearing the pain and self-blame in his little brother's voice. He pulled Dewey even closer, holding him tightly in his arms. "Hey, hey... don't say that," he whispered softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "You're not useless, and you're not a burden. This isn't your fault, you're just really sick and your body is having a hard time right now. But you're not a burden. You're my little brother, and I'm taking care of you because I love you, okay?"
Dewey's body shook with loud and heartbreaking sobs as he buried his face in Huey's shoulder, feeling utterly miserable and overwhelmed with everything that had happened. The endless vomiting, the weakness, the mess of the bed, the overwhelming emotions. It was all too much and Dewey's walls snapped. He let out a choked cry, tears streaming down his face as he clung tightly to his older brother. “I-I-I can’t take this anymore!! I CAN’T HUEY!!! ALL THIS WAITING AROUND WHILE IM STUCK IN THIS BED! HOW LONG IS THIS ENOUGH UNTIL I CAN ADVENTURE AGAIN?!! I…DON’T WANT TO…BE THE ONE WHO MISSES OUT!!” He sobbed, his words filled with desperation and pain.
From "Every Hand Against Him!" in Journey into Mystery #110, November, 1964. Stan Lee script, Jack Kirby pencils, Chic Stone inks, Stan Goldberg (?) colors, Artie Simek letters.
Can someone please help me get the breaking point achievement?! I know it’s really hard o did a whole replay to try and get it and it still didn’t work. I went home to the estate day one I was nice about her house I talked to her at the mines and waited for her, I ratted on Isaac’s (sorry man in order for tabby to like me it seems I have to be a class traitor) and I invited her ghost hunting and sacrificed years of her life for me, and yet I still couldn’t get her to cry! Do you have any idea what I’m doing wrong?!?!
