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[pierogish]

Exploring

[celerymbhb]

bosco leroy x reader fic!

this is my first fanfic ever, I'm excited to try it out!

a show with the horsemen goes wrong and you get injured. despite everything, Bosco is soft with you.

tw: injury mention, blood mention, concussion mention, heights mention, knives mention, anxiety

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A show gone wrong, a knife in the arm, a fall on stage. That's what you remember before hitting your head. And Bosco shouting your name. Loud.

The next time you open your eyes, you're being carried in his arms and you can see the stars until a van door opens and the cushions in the back seat welcome you. Voices talking over each other, shushing each other. You wince and the arms hold you tighter, protective wrapping around you, and a whispered, “I've got you.”

Then it's: your head in Bosco’s lap, fingers in your hair, June holding your hand, Charlie making sure that your arm has been wrapped well enough to staunch the bleeding. Atlas and Merritt are arguing in the front seat and getting louder all the time, Henley's got the first aid kit, Jack and Lula are googling your symptoms on their phones and they cannot agree on a diagnosis. Bosco hasn't looked away from you once. He's covering one of your ears with his hand, the other ear pressed into his stomach to keep the volume down for you. Their devotion is overwhelming at times and Bosco knows better than most that you get anxious.

The cut on your arm ends up being not that bad. Pretty shallow, all things considered. You may have a concussion. But your resourceful family acted quick. They are magicians, after all. Rest is the best medicine. And laughter, of course, but that will come later.

Everyone hovers, but none of them admit that they're hovering. You feel loved.

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“Get some sleep, kid, and don't scare us like that again,” Merritt shuts the door. Atlas says something snarky to him on the other side but you can't quite make it out. The rest of your little family unit have gone to bed. They'll be fighting for the next week, at least, about what happened. Bosco has refused to leave your room, and now you're alone for the first time in hours.

“You did scare us,” Bosco can't meet your eyes when he says it. He's been hovering just the same, but he's been quiet. Always stoic, this one, a brick wall of a facial expression, armed guards manning the turrets. But somehow his eyes always find yours in a crowd, and the windows of the fortress are never shuttered with you. A wink and a smirk to do you in. And when you smile and laugh, it's like his eyes get brighter. No explanation for it, but the softness between you two doesn't need words. It just exists and that's enough. His walls are coming down.

“I thought I had it, and you know I hate heights,” you're embarrassed, and yet, a little vindicated. You can't meet his eyes either. Falling only feels like flying until you hit the ground. You've said it a million times. Atlas didn't listen to your concerns and you're sure he's probably kicking himself for it now, even though he wouldn't admit it.

Bosco had tried to catch you but it didn't stop you from hitting your head on the way down. It will probably be a long time until you feel comfortable with a knife trick like that again, or even any trick at all. Tonight was Murphy's law at its finest. The evacuation of the venue: stressful. Now your body feels drained. Empty. There's a heaviness on your head and chest that makes you sink into the blankets. You're losing the battle with your thoughts but the exhaustion is also too much. Mind busy, body drowsy, pulled in two different directions. Overwhelming.

Bosco takes your hand and tightens his grip just enough to bring you back to the present. You finally get the nerve to meet his gaze and the concern and understanding that you see there is enough to make your vision blur. The tears catch you both by surprise. Bosco lets his tears slip quietly down but he wipes yours gently with a thumb. He's never cried with you. To see it sends a pain to your chest, that he soothes with the pressure of his hand. You want to make him okay again. You're both crying but you're only thinking of him.

“I don't know what happened. I thought I had it but I panicked and the timing was off and I really, really don't like heights. I was already anxious and then… I don't know…” Bosco rubs your knuckles with his thumb and lifts your hand to his mouth for a kiss. You trail off. There's nothing left to say.

“Scoot over,” he nudges you and nods his head toward your pillows.

You make room and open up the blankets so he can climb in next to you. He doesn't hesitate to pull you close, an arm under your head and an arm around your waist, palm flat to your back. He rubs soothing circles and holds you tight. You feel a kiss on the top of your head. This is the safest place, here, with him holding you. The disaster of a show is nearly forgotten in this bedroom. His long body, a shield against whatever thoughts try to make themselves known.

“I won't let them make you go up there again. And I'll make sure to be there to catch you any time you fall. No more heights and no more knives. We'll leave that to Henley and Jack,” he huffs what constitutes his version of a laugh. Your head is pressed into his chest and your eyes are closed but you can see the smirk anyway. “You'll be on the ground with me and the props, from now on,” a tight squeeze of his arms. “And Atlas can deal with it. I'm not letting anything happen to you.” The pressure of his chin in your hair. Your breaths begin to match his, and this is the first time all night that you've truly relaxed.

The little hitch in his breath and the tremble in his voice have you pulling him tighter. You'll hold him all night to put the pieces of him back together again. You know he'll hold you through anything. A man of actions more than words. And you'll do the same to let him know you care. It's enough for you both to know that the other one is there. Together you doze off in the warmth of your bed.

Charlie and June find you in the morning and take plenty of pictures. For posterity, of course. They let you sleep in for a long time.

[avian-culture-is]

Avian culture is climbing so high up a tree that the person you're with gets scared and asks if you know how to come down

WOAH THATS ACTUALLY SO COOL

[jenthebug]

I can’t sleep.

So let’s go for a deep dive into THE NORMALIZATION ARGUMENT!

I’m going to talk about something very scary and dangerous. Being involved in it can irreparably harm a person’s body and mind, as well as their family, and even their community.

It’s one of my worst fears. If it were to happen to me, I’d never recover.

Anyone involved in this is obviously very disturbed. To do it to another person without their consent is evil and wrong, and should be harshly punished and condemned.

I am talking, of course, about FALLING FROM A GREAT HEIGHT.

But what’s this?

It’s the view from the top of the Space Needle, a great height. I took this picture. One day, when I was in the right mindset, I explored my fear of falling from a great height by going up really high, in the safe and contained environment of the Space Needle. I let myself get really scared and rotate that fear around in my mind while myself and everyone around me stayed safe. It’s not a place anyone can actually fall from!

If I really wanted to, and sometimes I do, I could give my consent for someone to drop me from a high place.

This is the Tower of Doom. If I want to explore my big feelings about getting dropped from a high place, I can sit in this ride, be fastened into a safety harness, and a ride operator will raise the ride to the top and drop it down so it speeds towards the ground and slows at the last second.

But ☝️

No matter how many times I go up the Space Needle, and no matter how many times I ride the Tower of Doom, I will continue to understand that those things are safe, while scaling a radio tower or jumping off a building would be dangerous. Even if I get used to heights, which are one of my worst fears right now, I will continue to understand what is safe and what is dangerous. I will never push someone off a building or jump off a building myself, because even if heights become normal, or fun, or arousing to me, I will continue to know how to keep myself and the people around me safe.

But what if someone else is even more acrophobic than me? They can and should avoid the Space Needle and the Tower of Doom. It would be upsetting to them to have to go through either of those experiences. Should they petition the City of Seattle to get rid of the Space Needle? No. That would be silly. They can just save their money and sanity by not going up there.

Now.

What else can we apply this line of thinking to?

Fiction and art!

Fiction and art are like the Space Needle or the Tower of Doom, ways to interact with scary things that do not hurt anyone. It’s words on paper, lines on canvas. No matter how scary and icky the thought behind it is, nobody is getting hurt!

And if someone reads so much of a disgusting topic that it becomes “normalized” to them? It’s still fiction! It’s still just words on paper.

If it seems to inspire someone to do terrible things? Then they’re a terrible person, and would have had the inclination to do the terrible things anyway. I’m pretty sure that the last child molester I met hadn’t read any fanfic of underage characters. They were just trash, independent of what people on the internet were writing.

So please. If you want to explore your fears or your big feelings safely, use fiction and art to do it.

If you’re having fears and big feelings because of other people’s fiction and art, don’t continue to upset yourself. Move on, block it if you’d like, get it out of your life. But remember, just like it would be silly to demand that Seattle remove the Space Needle, it would also be silly to demand that a stranger remove a thing that helps them explore their fears and big feelings, even if you find it scary and repulsive.

[gilverrwrites]

Do u think Kon would ever try to fuck u midair?

Bc my brains like that’s hot but the other side of my brain is like how would that work ?

Ah the age-old question, do supes fly and fuck? Yes. Yes, they do.

Kons adventurous, so for sure he’s tried it at least a few times. Logistically, he’s doing all the work. Kon’s gonna fly you up there in the standing position, and all you’ve got to do is look pretty and hold onto him real tight. I’d recommend you wrapping your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist. If you’ve got the guts and the glutes, you could take it from there, let him kiss and bite at your neck while you ride him.

More likely though he’s gonna hold onto your cheeks for purchase, maybe even slip a couple of fingers into that tight little asshole, and he’s gonna treat you like a life-sized fleshlight. Using his super-strength to bounce your body up and down his cock until you’re begging to be brought back to solid ground.

Cause it’s one thing to fuck you until your limbs are loose and aching normally, it’s another, completely overwhelming experience to fuck you dumb and numb when you’re up in the sky, where the air is dizzyingly thin and the fear of falling is constantly in the back of your brain.

Also, Kon would drop you, on purpose, right at the height of your orgasm. Don’t worry, he will catch you, and that orgasm is gonna be one of the most intense and terrifying experiences of your life.

[tomchom]

What would they think of me now.

[sillyb00ks]

[doctoreveel]

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