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bradshawsweetheart · 1 year ago

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… here is my live reaction from my notes app. Millothy.

If you had a free hand, you’d hold his.

I’m already upset LOL

“Stay with me,” you whisper to Bradley, brow furrowed in concentration. “Don’t fucking--don’t go anywhere, alright? You stay here with me.”

The desperation. God, the angst hurts so much but also fuels me

But there is still a piece of her, maybe a piece that was born when Bob died, that imagines another monster jumping out from behind a tree and making a grab for the kids.

God everyone is going to need extrenuous therapy after this. Big time.

He could look to his left and he would see the bloody puddle that had started this whole thing, sinking into the gravel beneath Bob’s arm. Just his arm. The arm that was severed from his body so brutally--the wound that got infected, the infection that killed him.

Wait is his arm STILL THERE WHY DIDNT I CONSIDER THIS😭

He could look to his right and he’d see the trailhead. The last place that Reuben and Mickey were seen. The mouth that will open up to the trails where their bodies lay. He doesn’t know how far they’ll be down the path, but he knows that they’re there.

Part of me is so glad that we didn’t “see” their murders bc the way Jake described the scene… I just know it would have absolutely wrecked me.

“If Bradshaw wakes up--I mean…what are we gonna tell the cops? Who are we gonna tell ‘em did it?”

Nat let’s just pretend nothing else exists rn bc this question is making me feel sick thanks!

Blindly, he begins to bat behind him. Phoenix, brows furrowed, looks down at his hand at the precise moment that he finds hers. He holds onto her tight, lacing their fingers together.

“We’re alive,” Coyote whispers to her.

I cry

The thought of losing another person, another friend, another lover makes you want to sink to your knees and decompose into the earth.

Heartbreakingly beautiful line

“Bradley,” you say. And you’re not sure why other than a feeling in your gut, but you know that the man blinking himself into consciousness, the man you just brought back, is Bradley. It’s him.

I CRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, he remembers it. He watched it all happen, voiceless and unable to move. He remembers his eyes on you when his voice echoed in the woods. Your side is so cold. Come to bed.

The sound that just left me at this callback I will literally combust into flames the temperature of a thousand suns are you fucking KIDDING ME RN MILLOTHY

Your stitches, the ones you did in haste so you could bring him back, aren’t holding. And Rooster is a bleeder.

Millothy. Do not.

“No,” he whispers. He hisses when you push down harder. His heart is hammering. “Don’t.”

MILLOTHY DO FUCKING NOT

Quietly slamming the ax down on Reuben’s skull, one swift motion that ended it all. Hovering over Mickey as he cried your name of all names.

I SPOKE TOO SOON

“Stop,” Rooster whispers weakly. “Hold me.”

I am literally sobbing I’m so serious.

You pull him against you, a sob lodged in your throat, and feel his warm body against you for what will be the last time.

WHAT THE FUCK

“I can smell it,” Bradley says. “My ma…”

STOP IT RN

“If I have to go,” Bradley whispers. His vision is vignetting. Distantly, he can hear it: his father’s laughter. Louder than life, booming. His mother’s soft tutting. It’s growing louder. “I’m glad…I’m glad it’s here.”

I AM SOBBING

“What is Heaven?”

“Here,” he mutters. You know he means in your arms. “Sweet touch, birdie.”

FUCK OFFFFFFFF

And everyone watches as Coyote holds his hands over his face and openly weeps.

I cannot take this

There are six bodies at Camp Arcadia and right now,

SIX!!! MILLOTHY YOU LIE

“For what?”

MILLIE

“My back,” Jake utters weakly. “It’s killin’ me.”

MOTHERFUCKER

You trekked down the trail, no longer afraid of something jumping out from behind a tree, and found Reuben and Mickey. Gwyar didn’t lie: they didn’t make it two miles down the trail.

This is devastating

“I didn’t want you to be alone.”

She’s still a freak but she’s a sweet freak

“Just couldn’t,” she answers. “I think I miss Mister Rooster.”

Knife twisted

“I can tell when people are gonna have babies,” she says, nodding with wide eyes.

Millie.

“What are you gonna name yours?” She asks.

MILLIE.

“Your baby,” she whispers. Your blood runs cold. You just stare at her. She smiles and takes your hand, brows raised with excitement. “It’s a girl, you know!”

MILLIE WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

—𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒. —𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟔.𝟓𝐊 —𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 —𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐒, 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟐𝟐𝐍𝐃, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕

It’s familiar--achingly, strangely familiar. Packing the wounds on his wrists, watching the blood ooze through the cotton rapidly, applying pressure with your gloved palms and feeling the life cascade out of him like liquid silk. You’ve done this a few times before in the hospital, usually under the guidance of a doctor or two or three and with a horde of other nurses.

But despite the familiarity, there are parts that feel strange. Like when you reach for the suture kit and it has a layer of dust over it from sitting in the nurse’s cabin for three summers--where you didn’t even so much as glance at it. Like when you go to spray saline over the wounds and come up empty handed. Or when you glance up to check on the patient and see Bradley there with his eyes shut, mouth ajar, and cheeks pasty.

Doing these things that you do nearly every single day at the hospital, but on Bradley in the stuffy nurse’s cabin by yourself covered in your friends blood--strange is really the only way you know how to categorize it. If you had more time to process what was happening, maybe you’d use something stronger. Disturbing. Traumatizing. But no--even those words don’t pull enough weight to describe the deep, nausea you’re feeling.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” you mutter to yourself, working as quickly as you can.

You’re on the clock now--every single moment of every single second is imperative to Bradley’s survival. You only have a few minutes to sew the seam of his wrists--the ones you put there--and then you need to start the transfusion. You’ll only have a few minutes to transfuse--then you must start compressions and mouth-to-mouth and inject the epinephrine, because you know that by then he will be gone. Totally and completely gone. And if you leave him like that for even a moment too long, he will be the kind of gone that you cannot bring back.

But your hands are shaking and your vision is blurring and you’re growing weaker with every passing moment. Still, you persist. You’re running on fumes. You’ve been running on fumes. You’ll continue to run on fumes until this is over and Bradley is back and you get the fuck away from Camp Arcadia forever.

“Sit tight. I’m right here with you, okay? Don’t worry,” you mutter to him, just like you would mutter to a patient from behind a paper mask.

If you had a free hand, you’d hold his.

Your face is hot, just like it always is in the hospital under the bright lamps and the fluorescents above you--but this heat is more intimate. It’s closer to you, made up of skin and dust and stale wood.

Glancing up at Bradley again--his face so still and his chest so flat--you swallow thickly.

You need to work faster.

With an overwhelming sensation of burning covering your chest and neck, you feel that sick sense of defeat. You’re not doing enough. You’re not going fast enough. You have to work harder.

“Stay with me,” you whisper to Bradley, brow furrowed in concentration. “Don’t fucking--don’t go anywhere, alright? You stay here with me.”

Outside, the air is cooler and less stuffy. The lake is lapping at the shore and the great oak trees are bending in the breeze as a wispy cloud drifts across the sky overhead. Despite this picturesque scene, Coyote and Phoenix stand with their backs pressed to another’s and their eyes wide open. Even their blinks are measured and fleeting.

The children are all tentatively stretching their legs as they stand in line for the restroom. They’re all tired eyes and snotty noses and knotted hair, very quiet and very sullen. The reality of this situation--of this horror and the dwindling number of camp counselors--has completely dawned on them. It sits on their cheeks hotter than the sun, brighter than the bitterly blue sky above them.

Phoenix is watching them carefully, obsessively counting them. She knows, realistically, that you have Bradley contained. That he won’t get away from you. That this should almost be over. But there is still a piece of her, maybe a piece that was born when Bob died, that imagines another monster jumping out from behind a tree and making a grab for the kids.

“Two at a time,” Phoenix reminds them, her voice thin and her eyes dry. A few of the campers glance at her with red-rimmed eyes and ruddy cheeks. She clears her throat. “Stay with your buddies, alright?”

Coyote hasn’t looked away from the nurse’s cabin yet. He can’t. Not only because he is expecting to bust the doors down at the first sign of trouble, but because he doesn’t know where else to look.

He could look just to the left of the nurse’s cabin and see the mess hall. Yes, the mess hall with the buckshot doors and the bloodshed and his best friend’s body. He doesn’t have it in him to so much as glance in that direction. Not when he knows that Jake is there.

He could look to the bus barn. He could look at your puke staining the gravel from when you dropped down and spilled after Bob died. Bob’s body. The blood. The slashed tires. The heat. The darkness.

So, instead, he just watches the dark and quiet nurse’s cabin where he knows you are.

“Anything?” Phoenix asks.

She doesn’t uncross her arms or look away from the children.

“No,” Coyote answers.

“Think she’s got it?” Phoenix asks, toeing the gravel, still counting the little heads internally.

“Yeah,” Coyote answers. He sniffs, selfishly blinks a few times. “I think so.”

It’s quiet for a few moments between them.

“What are we gonna do?” Phoenix whispers.

“We’re already doing what we can--!”

“--No,” she whispers. Her eyes water. “What are we gonna do when this is all over?”

Coyote shifts uncomfortably, his stomach unsettled.

“What do you mean?”

“The cops are gonna ask questions,” she mutters. “There’s gonna be--there’s gonna be bodies, Coyote. Bodies mean like…God, like…a murder investigation. If Bradshaw wakes up--I mean…what are we gonna tell the cops? Who are we gonna tell ‘em did it?”

None of this has even occurred to Coyote. He has been in survival mode for days now, thinking only in the moment and never bounding ahead of his feet.

“We’ll tell the truth,” he answers, but even he knows the weight the truth carries.

“Right,” Phoenix says. “He was possessed. I’m sure they’ve heard that one before.”

“But it’s true,” Coyote argues. “How can they…how can they not believe us?”

“Would you?” Phoenix asks. She scratches her nose and covertly wipes a few tears from her cheeks. “If you were Bob’s mom and dad…if you were his baby brother…would you accept that? Or would you want to see Bradley fry?”

His eyes squeeze shut.

“I didn’t even think about…” he trails off, shaking his head and swallowing hard. “I didn’t…I didn’t think this would ever end.”

“Me neither,” Phoenix agrees. She shifts uncomfortably in the heat. “But it’s ending now. One way or another, it’s ending. And we have to figure out what we’re gonna do after it all.”

“Ain’t that a bite,” Coyote mutters. His fists clench a few times around nothing. “He’s gonna go to jail, isn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Phoenix answers. She sniffles again at the notion, not-so-covertly wiping her face of a few more tears. “I can’t believe it. This is a real nightmare. I keep waiting to wake up.”

“Me too,” Coyote says, voice strained.

Blindly, he begins to bat behind him. Phoenix, brows furrowed, looks down at his hand at the precise moment that he finds hers. He holds onto her tight, lacing their fingers together.

“We’re alive,” Coyote whispers to her. “That’s what we should be trained on, alright? We’re still standing.”

The epinephrine is gone now--all of it injected directly into Bradley’s chest, in the rough area of his heart. And with the last bit of your strength, you’re pushing down on his chest steadily with your hands locked.

One. Two. Three.

Then you stop, plug Bradley’s nose, tilt his chin up, and blow harshly into his mouth until his chest rises. And you blow until your own lungs are empty.

“C’mon,” you whisper to him, sweat dripping down your back. “C’mon, Bradley. Wake up. Wake up!”

This continues for minutes.

The repetition lulls you almost, despite your arms being tired and your lungs being deflated. You could do this for hours--you have done it for hours.

“Don’t fucking die,” you beg him, shaking your head. Your cheeks are hot with tears. “Please don’t fucking die on me, Bradley. Please, please, please!”

The thought of Bradley being gone forever makes your knees feel weak. The thought of losing another person, another friend, another lover makes you want to sink to your knees and decompose into the earth. You will rot if Bradley and Jake and Bob and Paul and Reuben and Mickey are dead. There will be no way for you to move forward past all this death--you just know it.

There is no big change when it happens. No one is knocked over by a gust of wind and the sun doesn’t shine brighter and the clouds don’t disappear and the air doesn’t grow warmer. It is the exact same as it was when Bradley left--you don’t notice when he comes back, because he does so very quietly.

Just as suddenly and silently as he went still, he is not still.

You see it when you’re pushing down on his chest--his lashes flutter. One time, barely there. Your head is spinning as you reach for his jugular to feel a pulse and yes, there it is. A weak thing, only a little bit of movement. But there it is.

“Bradley?” You whisper.

Bringing your knuckles down over his chest, you push down. His shoulder just barely raise off the table. His lashes flutter again.

“Hey,” you say, louder now, wiping your cheeks. You push down hard on his chest until his eyes begin to crack open. “Open your eyes…listen to my voice, alright? Can you hear me?”

Bradley isn’t sure where he is for a moment. Blinking a few times, he tries to grow accustomed to the light glaring at him. Everything’s blurry and everything is hot. He can’t move.

Pain pulses through his body, thick in his wrists and his head. A groan falls from his lips as he blinks a few more times. His eyelids are heavy--so heavy that he wants to close them again.

“Do you know where you are?” You ask, voice loud and clear. No. He doesn’t know where he is. And even though he doesn’t answer, you speak again. “Bradley, you’re in the nurse’s cabin. Do you know why?”

It comes rushing back to him like a bullet slicing through the air and puncturing his brain. Oh, God. Everything he did…his friends…the ax…the woods…you…

Bile dribbles out from between his lips. You’re quick to wipe it away with your fingers.

“I’m sorry,” he utters--and it’s the first thing he’s said now that he’s back in his body. He doesn’t know where he was before--that dark and damp and quiet place--but he knows he’s back now. And he knows what his hands have done. “Oh…I’m sorry…”

Relieved and grieved, you sob. He’s just staring up at the ceiling, his eyes glazed and his face bruised and cut and red from the heat. You make quick work of untying him, unbounding his arms and legs.

“Bradley,” you cry. Your body is shaking. “It wasn’t--Jesus, it wasn’t you, alright? We all know that. We all--he told us all. He fucked up. I…I ended it.”

Yes, he remembers it. He watched it all happen, voiceless and unable to move. He remembers his eyes on you when his voice echoed in the woods. Your side is so cold. Come to bed.

He tries to swallow all his grief, but he chokes on it, coughing

“It’s okay,” you utter, turning his head to the side.

And that’s the first time he sees you back in his own skin.

His vision is still blurred and the pain is still ever-present and radiating across his skin and in his organs and God, he’s so tired. But you’re here now, a trembling frame dressed in blood and looking at him as if you’re truly happy to see him.

“Bird,” he whispers with much effort. He wants to tell you how sorry he is, even if he knows it wasn’t him, even if you know it wasn’t him. But he can’t muster much strength. “Bird…”

“Shhh,” you whisper. “Don’t talk, baby.”

And then you’re falling onto your knees and finally, your body is at rest. Everything vibrates and your blood simmers. You stroke Bradley’s hair, tears pouring down your face at a rushed pace.

Bradley’s still staring at you, unable to do much else. Tears fall down his cheeks and bile dribbles from his lips and his cuts ooze blood and his face is beginning to lose its color again.

But right now, it’s you and it’s him. And the horror is over for now. You can finally rest. Bradley can finally see.

“I knew it wasn’t you,” you tell him, stroking carefully. He blinks at you again. His eyes are awash with grief. “We all…we all knew it wasn’t you. No one’s mad at you, Roo. I promise it. Cross my heart, hope to die. You weren’t the one who did it.”

“They’re gone,” Rooster says, his voice soft and weak. “I did it…my hands did it…I couldn’t stop it.”

“I know,” you whisper, nodding to him.

It’s when Rooster takes a deep and strangled breath that you see the blood beginning to pool around Rooster’s wrists. Your stitches, the ones you did in haste so you could bring him back, aren’t holding. And Rooster is a bleeder.

“Shit,” you utter, pressing down on his wrists, eyes wide. “Shit, I’m--I didn’t get these tight enough. God, hold on, alright? Just hold on.”

“No,” he whispers. He hisses when you push down harder. His heart is hammering. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” You ask, brows furrowed as you reach for more gauze. You sniffle hard, packing his wound again, trying to decide if you have enough time to grab another donation bag from the fridge across the room. “Don’t save you?”

“Yes,” he whispers. Bradley swallows. “I’m dying.”

“Shut the Hell up,” you demand suddenly. He’s looking at you, watching you try and save him. How panicked you look. How much grief he’s caused. How much he’s changed everything. “Don’t fucking say that!”

“I can’t…” he starts, his eyes growing watery. “I can’t live with what…with what I did…”

“You didn't do it,” you argue. “Gwyar did! We all…we all know it!”

Gathering more gauze haphazardly, you continue packing his wound. Your heart is racing. Fuck. Of course you didn’t do the sutures tightly enough. Of course he’s going to keep bleeding.

You aren’t doing enough. You’re losing.

“I saw it,” Rooster whispers. “I saw it all.”

And he doesn’t have the strength to tell you everything he saw. Bob cowering and scrambling, but not being quick enough. Finding Paul hiding under the bed and chasing him through the woods. Slamming the rock against Coyote’s skull. Quietly slamming the ax down on Reuben’s skull, one swift motion that ended it all. Hovering over Mickey as he cried your name of all names. Burying the ax in Jake’s back when he tried to save your life. Looking into your eyes and watching the light beginning to recede.

He can’t live with it.

“I did too, alright?” You say, suddenly defensive. You keep packing gauze, but he’s bleeding through it all in mere moments. “C’mon, Bradley don’t--don’t fucking do this. Please!”

“I’m dying,” Rooster repeats.

“I get it,” you say loudly. “I can’t--I can’t--I couldn’t fucking save you. I can’t fucking save anyone! I know! I’m trying so…I’m trying so hard. Can’t you see that? Can’t you see what I need you?”

Rooster’s eyes are growing heavier.

You stare at him, eyes wide and hair frazzled. You’re like a wild animal.

“Stop,” Rooster whispers weakly. “Hold me.”

It disarms you. A simple request. Something that is as easy as putting your arms around him and letting the blood soak the table. It would be easier than what you’re doing now, which is fruitless. You're beginning to understand that.

“I can’t,” you whimper, bottom lip trembling. What you mean is: you can’t watch him die. “I can fix this, I can just get another bag of blood and--!”

“Don’t,” he whispers. He’s trembling now. “Hold me.”

And what he means is: you have to stop.

So, very limply, you pull your hands away from his wrists. You pull yourself up and climb onto the table with quivering limbs. You pull him against you, a sob lodged in your throat, and feel his warm body against you for what will be the last time.

It feels like a loss because it is. You lost. Simple as that.

You don’t say anything for a moment, just trying not to cry as you hold Bradley. The reality of the situation is dawning on you with every passing moment: Bradley is going to die. He is going to die right here in your arms and you lost and you couldn’t save him and it’s all ending right here where it started.

“I’m cold,” he whispers to you, teeth chattering.

Nickels gather beneath your tongue.

“I know,” you tell him quietly, holding him closer. His body is warm for now. You hold him as tightly as you can--the way you should’ve held onto him all summer. If you could go back, knowing what you know now, you would’ve gripped him with every nail embedded in his skin. You would’ve not let go. “It’s gonna pass, okay?”

He nods, coughing a few more times. He looks up at you and suddenly, you don’t look angry anymore. Your face is soft and wet with sweat and tears and old blood that he knows is not yours.

“Will you stay?” He mutters to you.

He doesn’t finish it but he knows you know: will you stay until he’s gone?

“Yes,” you answer, two fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “Of course I will.”

Usually, when someone is dying at the hospital, you’ll talk to them. Calm them. Tell them it’s okay. Let them know that what’s happening is normal and natural. Let them go under your steady hands and watchful eyes.

But you’re fighting every fiber in your being as it vibrates with panic. You want to shake Bradley and tell him not to go. You want to beg him to stay here with you. You want to pinch yourself until you wake up from this fucking nightmare.

And it’s in this quiet, this quiet that is holding you still, that you suddenly hear the radio playing in the corner. It’s been on all this time--you never turn it off.

Love Hurts by The Everly Brothers has just begun.

The scent of jasmine floods Bradley’s nose--he knows it must not be yours. No way your perfume would still be thick on your skin after everything you’ve been through. No, it isn’t you, but it is a familiar scent. A scent that makes Bradley feel like he’s back in his childhood home, gripping the tire swing as his father pushes him, his mother watching on fondly from the porch with a glass of lemonade for Bradley. And yes, that’s it--his mother. His mother wore jasmine, too. He can smell it as if she’s standing just behind him, just out of his field of vision, stroking his hair.

“I don’t want you to go,” you admit softly, tears pouring down your cheeks.

“I can smell it,” Bradley says. “My ma…”

Delirium. He’s close. You hold him tighter.

Love hurts, love scars

Love wounds and marks

You’re stuck in the middle of wanting to remember every bit of him and not wanting to remember his crumpled form like this at all. Those legs, once so strong, are folded on the table like a paper envelope. His arms limp. His eyes listless and glazed. His mustache matted with blood. His face bruised and swollen.

“I wish we had more time,” you whisper to him. Your heart pounds as you stroke his hair. “I wish…I wish I’d have called you during the year. Or wrote. I was…I was scared it was only for the summer, you know? I was just…I was…”

“Bradley,” you whimper. You hold onto him tighter. And you’re sobbing now, but you know you must say something to him. You must comfort him. “Mable…Mable told me about her version of Heaven. It feels like…God, it feels like forever ago, but it was only a few days ago. She said that it’s like staying at a nice hotel. All the sheets are clean and the pillows are fluffed and there’s little chocolates. And…when you go at the right time, all your stuff is there. Like--for you, it’d be a guitar and your tapes and your cropped tops.”

A smile cracks across Bradley’s dry lips.

I know a thing or two

I learned from you

I really learned a lot, really learned a lot

“Do you think she’s bullshitting?” You whisper to Bradley, stroking his sweaty hair. His face is pale. He weakly nods and you smile sadly. “What is Heaven?”

He can feel it now. His parents are just behind him, watching you hold him and stroke his hair. His father’s hand is on his shoulder. They’re waiting for him. They want him to come home.

As his consciousness begins to fade and his ears begin to ring, he smiles. It is the last time he will ever smile. And he looks at you, his blood-covered baby, and his chest grows warm.

“Here,” he mutters. You know he means in your arms. “Sweet touch, birdie.”

He closes his eyes. He takes a final breath. And then he is gone.

Love is just a lie

Made to make you blue

You don’t scream. You don’t beg for him to come back to you. You don’t shake him. You don’t weep so openly. You just watch his face, finally at rest, and keep watching it until you know in your chest that he’s gone.

And he is gone. Slipped out of his body.

It’s over. It’s all over now.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper to him. Your quivering lips rest on his forehead and press a kiss there. “I’m sorry I couldn’t…”

You’re watching your body from above when you slip out from beside Bradley and stand on your shaking legs. You watch yourself, your eyes glazed and your hair frazzled and Bradley’s body still and dead, grab the shotgun from the corner and wait at the door. Coyote opens it within a minute--he’s been watching the window like a hawk.

“Gale,” he says, voice dripping with relief as he rips the door open and pulls you into an embrace. You don’t even feel his arms around you from where you are hovering above yourself. He looks at your face when you don’t hug him back and he’s going to ask you what happened when he looks over your shoulder and sees Bradley’s body laying in a pool of blood. He’s dead. He knows instantaneously. “Oh, Jesus…”

Breaking past Coyote, you watch your body step into the sunshine. You ignore the campers all watching you, vaguely aware that your bloody form will genuinely haunt the deepest crevices of their brains for the rest of their lives. You ignore Phoenix, who’s looking at you and Coyote with her hands over her mouth like she’s horrified--you’re sure she is. This is horrifying.

“Gale,” Phoenix calls to you. But it falls on deaf ears. You’re stalking towards the mess hall like a zombie, like everything has finally caught up with you and has rendered you silent and comatose. “Gale!”

And you watch your form, wilted and covered in blood, as you pull open the mess hall doors and walk inside the building. Everyone watches you from their spots on the gravel, confused. And everyone watches as Coyote holds his hands over his face and openly weeps.

It’s quiet in the mess hall. Kate Bush is still playing, but your ears are ringing like you’re shell-shocked. Maybe you are. You feel like this is the closest one can get to shell-shocked without having a bomb go off beside them.

Jake’s where you left him. Blood has gathered around him and has seeped into the wooden floors. He’s still and quiet, just like Bradley. In the time you were gone, though, he turned onto his belly. Oh. You wonder if it was more comfortable for him.

There are six bodies at Camp Arcadia and right now, you’re in the same room as the one you loved. There is one bullet left and right now, you’re holding the shotgun.

Watching still, your feet carry your body to Jake. His eyes are closed and his blonde locks are matted with blood. He’s not moving. Your knees hit the ground and then you’re laying down beside Jake, moving to be closer to his body.

It’s all over. Bradley’s gone. No one else can be hurt. But you lost. You lost. It beat you. It’s all over now, though.

There is still heat coming off his body--he must’ve left not too long ago. You wish that he could hold you. You wish that he could say something out of pocket still and you could roll your eyes still.

But this is it. He will be quiet and so will you. You’ll lay against his chest and there will be one bullet and you will close your eyes.

Body moving against his, your lip trembles. You hold on tight to the shotgun.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper and your voice sounds far away. “I’m really sorry.”

“For what?”

Like a rubber band snapping against your skin, you blink and suddenly you’re in your body again. Scrambling, you sit up on your hands and look down at Jake’s face.

“Jake?” You whisper.

Nothing for a moment.

Delirium. You must be close, too.

Sinking your head onto his arm again, your eyes begin to glaze over. You lost. You did lose. It’s over. It’s all over. He’s gone. Everyone’s gone.

“My back,” Jake utters weakly. “It’s killin’ me.”

Heart racing, you pop up and look at his face. And his eyes are open--most gloriously, splendidly open. Those aspen-colored eyes are rimmed with red and faded with pain, but they’re looking into yours.

“Jake,” you mutter in disbelief. You drop the shotgun. “Jake!”

Jake is just about to say something else when suddenly, you burst. Everything that you bottled up, every single emotion you steeled, comes out of you like an atomic bomb. You’re sobbing, tears pouring out of your eyes and mouth wide open. You’re laughing, the sound strangled as it echoes in the hall. You’re screaming, reaching for his face. Everything is happening all at once, leaking out of you like blood.

“It’s okay,” Jake says because he doesn’t know what else to say. “It’s…it’s okay.”

And you’re just repeating his name, holding his cheeks, screaming and laughing and sobbing and Jake just watches.

Coyote comes running at the sounds falling from your mouth. His mind races with possibilities: an animal getting to Jake and you walking in on it. Someone else sneaking into camp to finish what Damien couldn’t.

But when he bursts through the doors of the mess hall, ready for a fight, he doesn’t expect to see you holding onto Jake. And he doesn’t expect to see Jake holding you right back.

“You’re here!” You keep screaming at Jake, sobbing.

Coyote’s knees wobble.

“Jake?” Coyote asks.

“That’s me,” he hears Jake slyly mutter, voice thin but there.

He’s alive. Jake is alive.

And then Coyote and laughing and crying, stumbling to your form on the ground and throwing his arms around you and around Jake.

Now that you have all the time in the world to sleep, you cannot.

♀

Everything is very quiet now.

The kind of quiet it was the night of your very first nightmare: when not a cricket chirped or cicada sang or wind blew. When it was so silent that you felt like you were not supposed to be awake to witness it. Except now, you’re not dreaming. And you’re not in your cabin.

Sitting--finally sitting--on the edge of the water, you’re just looking out across the lake. The night sky is vast and endless as it stretches across this little world of yours. The air is cooler and the blood on your skin is comfortably dry. You still haven’t had time to shower yet.

You stabilized Jake. Sutured him tightly, cleaned him up, bandaged him. You even got him to eat and drink a little bit before you gave him the remaining morphine tablets. And then when he fell asleep under the watchful gaze of Phoenix and Mable, you and Coyote did the only thing that felt right. You brought Bradley’s body into the mess hall. You took Coyote to Paul and the two of you swatted away flies and carried him back, laid him beside Bradley. You carried Bob back, too. You trekked down the trail, no longer afraid of something jumping out from behind a tree, and found Reuben and Mickey. Gwyar didn’t lie: they didn’t make it two miles down the trail. So now everyone without a pulse is laid out beside another on the wide-plank floors, covered in sheets you stripped from the cabin beds.

“Here,” Mable had said meekly as you gazed down at all five bodies. You turned to meet her gaze and she was looking at you with twisted lips and a bouquet of irises. “These are irises.”

“I know,” you’d whispered, taking the bunch of flowers with trembling hands. “They’re pretty.”

She nodded.

“My mee-maw told me about irises,” she told you. She watched you carefully as you began to lay a single stem over every body. “We put them on my pee-paw’s grave on his birthday and Easter. Mee-maw says they’re a bridge between Heaven and earth.”

The sun painted the room purple. You were alone with Mable, then--besides the bodies. Mostly everyone was with Jake in his cabin, taking turns holding his hands and saying well wishes. No one could stomach this the way you could--except Mable.

“Oh,” you whispered. “Mable, honey--aren’t you supposed to be with everyone else?”

She blinked at you.

“I didn’t want you to be alone.”

Heart constricting, you just nodded.

Placing the last stem on Bradley, your heart raced. Every time you thought about it, about never seeing him again, your heart jumped into your throat. You had to cough just to push it back down to your chest.

“Sometimes talking to flowers feels like talking to God,” Mable had said again. She was watching you gaze down at the sheet that covered Mister Rooster. She could see the tremble in your lips. “You can try it any time.”

“Okay,” you’d whispered. “I will.”

Gazing at Rooster, his body sitting limp in the kitchen doorway and covered in a sheet like a ghost, you suddenly realized that this is where it all began. The night of your first nightmare, you dreamed it here. The thing in the doorway where Bradley was laying. Your body drenched in blood--even beneath your fingernails and between your teeth. Fear deep in your bones. It was like looking in a mirror.

But right now, everyone else is sleeping. Settled in cabins, nestled under covers, finally having eaten and drank. Coyote is sitting with Jake and Jake is remarkably stable. The bodies lay still in the mess hall.

It’s over. You have to keep telling yourself that. It’s over. It’s done. Nothing can hurt you now--or anyone else. Except something in your bones, deep in there like marrow, knows that it isn’t.

How can you make sure this never happens ever again? How can you ever move forward from these harrowing few days? How are you going to tell the police what happened? And most importantly--how are you going to get out of here?

“We’ll worry about it tomorrow,” Phoenix had said when you brought it up while everyone finally ate outside during dusk. She took a few bites of her sandwich and blinked blankly at the gravel. “Let’s just get some r-and-r tonight, alright?”

When your mind swims, when you begin to think about the fragments of Reuben’s skull that crunched beneath your shoes or the way Bob’s body was stiff in your arms, you have to pinch your legs hard enough to make your eyes water. There is a steady line of bruises clouding your thighs now.

How are you supposed to live in this after now?

You hadn’t asked Phoenix that.

“Are you sad?”

Turning slowly, you blink through the dark to see Susie’s stout figure standing behind you. Her hair is messy and her clothes are wrinkled as she blinks back at you with wide eyes.

You hadn’t even heard her coming--sneaky girl. Your heart squeezes when you think about kissing Bradley in the nurse’s cabin, his hand snaking under your shirt, his lips pressed against yours, his breath staining your tongue.

Another bruise. Your mouth waters.

“Yes,” you whisper because you don’t see a point in lying. “It’s been a sad couple days, hasn’t it?”

If Susie is surprised by the sudden gravelly quality of your voice, she doesn’t show it.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “The bus was stinky.”

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you nod.

“I bet,” you mutter to her. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

Susie shrugs like you’ve just asked her why she didn’t finish her dinner or what she learned today in school. She toes the gravel.

“Just couldn’t,” she answers. “I think I miss Mister Rooster.”

Pinching isn’t enough--you bury your fingers in on of the existing bruises. Your jaw quivers.

“Yeah,” you whisper. You know, logically, that you should comfort her. You’re the adult. But you can’t muster any strength to do so. You’re still reeling. You’re always going to be. “Me too.”

Susie moves closer to you, humming.

“I tried to get him to dance for you during lunch,” she says, sighing. “But he wouldn’t.”

Tongue thick with grief, you just turn back towards the water. Distantly, a cricket begins to sing.

“Oh,” you whisper.

Susie sits beside you. She doesn’t say anything for a moment, just taking in her surroundings: the still water, the big moon, the green grass, the rustling trees.

“Do you wanna know a secret?” Susie asks.

Turning towards you, she notices a few tears streaming down your face. Sloppily and without grace, she presses her grubby hand to your face and wipes. And just the feeling of her little hand on your face makes you sink further into this earth--the one you will walk on for the rest of your life without the people in the mess hall.

“What’s that?” You whisper.

Susie is certain she is going to please you with her secret. It pleased her mom and dad so much that they cried and hugged her and bought her ice cream.

“I can tell when people are gonna have babies,” she says, nodding with wide eyes.

Ears ringing, you just nod. Grief sits heavy on your back.

“That’s special,” you whisper to her.

She nods.

“What are you gonna name yours?” She asks.

Brows furrowed, you shake your head.

“Name my what?” You ask, perplexed.

She rolls her eyes like you’re being ridiculous.

“Your baby,” she whispers. Your blood runs cold. You just stare at her. She smiles and takes your hand, brows raised with excitement. “It’s a girl, you know!”

You walk her back to her cabin after that, too stunned and confused and scared and sad to continue your conversation anymore. And then you wander to your cabin, where Jake is laid in your bed.

It’s quiet in there--and very dark. But still, through the dark, you’re able to find your footing and make it to the cot in the corner. Coyote is slumbering on the floor beside Jake, unable to leave his side. You understand. Hold onto what you can.

It’s when you lay at the foot of the bed, curled up like a cat around Jake’s calves, that you’re able to steady your breathing. Your mind is still swimming and your heart is still racing, but it’s alright. You're safe. You have to keep reminding yourself of that.

Jake wakes up when he hears you sniffle. He’s a bit out of it because of the morphine, but he feels good. And as he blinks himself awake a bit, yawning, he realizes that you’re curled around his legs.

“Gale?” He asks.

“Yes,” you whisper. He notes the hoarseness of your voice and wonders if it’s from your lack of sleep. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” he answers quickly. “Can’t feel a damn thing right now.”

“Lucky you,” you whisper.

It’s quiet.

You adjust on the bed and the springs cry beneath you. This bed used to feel so uncomfortable--a shitty mattress and wool blankets. But right now, you’d consider this heaven on earth.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Jake whispers.

A sad, sad smile tugs on your lips.

“I lost,” you whisper.

“We lost,” he says. “But we didn’t, really.”

“I was supposed to save everyone,” you mutter. You sniffle. “God, I hate that word. Save. Like I’m some really very superhero. But that--that’s what I was supposed to do. And I couldn’t.”

Jake swallows hard. He wishes that he could lean down and take you in his arms.

“You saved me,” Jake whispers.

It stuns you--again. A few tears slip down your cheeks.

“I love you,” you mutter and it rolls off your tongue like drool. “But it’s not enough.”

That burns his lungs. But he nods.

“It is for me,” he whispers.

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cherrycola27 · 2 years ago

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Fallout

Summary: what happens after Rooster's worst fear becomes his reality?

Pairing: Rooster x Reader

Warnings: Language, Ejection, Pregnancy Complications

There were very few things in this world that unnerved Rooster Bradshaw.

The thought of losing his wife was one.

Something happening to their unborn child was another.

But the thing that he couldn't get over, the fear that lived deep in his mind, for as far back as he could remember, was having to eject over deep water and the canopy malfunctioning.

The thought crept into Rooster's mind on every over water flight. The fear that he would die like his father did. It became even more prominent after you had gotten married, and now that you were expecting a child in a few months, it seemed even worse.

He told himself it was a freak accident that killed his father, that planes were safer now, but no matter how much he told himself that, he could never shake the eerie feeling of it.

It was supposed to be a routine training day. A few test flights with the new recruits over water. He wasn't even supposed to be flying, but Coyote woke up with the flu, so he filled in.

The scene played out in front of him in slow motion.

The birds came out of no where.

Left engine on fire.

Right engine gone.

The desperation he felt has he tried to regain control of the aircraft.

He couldn't save it.

Maverick screamed at him to eject... and so he did.

And then it happened.

His worst fear realized: the canopy didn't open all the way.

His life flashed before his eyes. He thought of you. The widow you would be come. And thought of his child and how they would never know him.

When his body made contact with the canopy, the last thought that crossed his mind was: "I tried so hard to live like my father, and now I'm going to die like him."

Maverick watched and heard the scene unfold in horror. He saw Rooster's plane catch on fire. He heard the fear in his voice as he tried desperately to save it. Rooster had once told him his biggest fear was dying like his father, and now he was living it.

For Maverick it felt like losing Goose all over again.

He remembers screaming for Bradley to eject. Bradley telling him to tell his wife he loved her, and then before the coms went dead, he heard it, the unmistakable sound of Rooster's body colliding with the canopy.

Maverick felt his heart drop. Bile rose into his throat as he desperately tried to contact him.

"This can't be happening again. I can't lose him. I can't tell another wife and child their husband and father is gone. I can't lose him Goose." Maverick thought.

His ears were ringing as people around him scrambled while search and rescue was deployed.

Maverick gripped the microphone crying out for Rooster to respond, but he didn't. He didn't even realize he had collapsed on the floor until he felt Hangman and Payback lifting him up and dragging him out of the room.

It was a typical Wednesday afternoon for you. You were finishing up some decorating in the nursery when you heard the knock on the door. "I wonder who that could be?" You said cradling you five month along baby bump.

You padded your way to the door, and when you opened it to find both Hangman and Maverick standing there with sorrowful eyes. Your heart dropped and the grip on your stomach tightened.

You don't remember much of what they said. After Maverick told you "There's been and accident." Your screams and tears filled your ears. You would have collapsed right there at your front door had Jake not caught you.

The two men escorted you to Jake's car and helped you in so they could take you to the hospital. You felt sick. On the ride there, you heard them talking to you, but it was all a blur.

You remember hearing Maverick explain what happened in bits and pieces... bird strike... both engines failed.... ejection over water... he hit the canopy.

You knew that was Rooster fear. He had told you how his father died from a very similar situation and how he prayed it would never happen to him. But it did. However, he was alive, for now.

No one knew exactly what condition he was in. You were trembling as Hangman and Maverick lead you into the hospital.

Your thoughts were racing as they tried to find out about Bradley. You were sure if they weren't holding onto you, you would drop to the floor in panic.

The doctors escorted you to his room. The doctors tried to explain to you what happened, but you couldn't hear them over the pounding of your own heart in your ears.

You felt sick as you looked through the glass.

Rooster lay there in the hospital bed. His right arm was in a sling. You could see some bruises along his face, some cuts dotted his forehead and there was a fresh set of stitches in his chin in almost the exact same spot his other scar was.

"Y/N" Maverick said gently touching your arm.

"What? I'm sorry what did you say?" You ask snapping back to reality.

"The doctors said he has a broken arm, a few bruised ribs and a concussion. He's lucky to be—that it wasn't worse than this." Maverick says. You hear the crack in voice. You know that this hard for him to, for him to see Rooster like this, to have witnessed the same thing happen to him that happened to Goose.

But he's right. Rooster was lucky. He could have died over the water, just like the man he tried so hard to emulate.

"They are keeping him sedated for now for the pain. They'll wake him up tomorrow. You don't have to stay here, I can take you home and get you in the morning or meet you over here." Maverick tells you.

"No, I'm not leaving him. I can't." You say trying to fight off fresh tears.

It had been six weeks since the accident. Rooster had been cleared by medical to fly again and he was itching to get back into the cockpit.

He was suiting up to do a test flight. "You ready to get back up there?" Hangman asked patting him on the shoulder.

"Yeah. I was going crazy on paper duty." Rooster smiles at him before grabbing his helmet and taking off.

He went through his preflight checks and was strapped into his seat.

He took a few deep breath as the canopy came down. He could hear coms in his ears. His jet was positioned to take off and then it hit him.

The panic, the fear that he couldn't breath.

His chest tighten as black spots clouded his vision.

"Lieutenant Commander, are you ready for takeoff?" Range control asked him.

"Rooster are you okay?" He heard Hangman ask.

"Pull yourself together Bradley." He thought to himself.

He reached out for the throttle but his hand was trembling.

"Fuck!" He cursed before opening the canopy and climbing out of his jet.

Maverick tried to talk to him once he reached the tarmac, but Rooster sped past him to the locker rooms.

He slammed his gear into locker, grabbed his keys and headed home.

You had busied yourself preparing for the arrival of your child. You had three months left in your pregnancy and for the past week and a half you hadn't been feeling the best. Your OB said everything was fine but you weren't convinced. You had wanted to say something to Bradley, but after his accident he had been so—so distant with you. Cold even.

You knew he was stressed and there was some underlying tension with everything. You hoped that once he was able to fly again he would be better.

You knew today was the day he would finally get back up in the sky and you were so happy for him.

You prayed that this was what he needed to get back to normal. You couldn't take much more of him shutting you out. These past six weeks had been hard on both of you, physically and mentally.

You let out a deep breath as you felt another pain in your abdomen.

"Listen here kid... I love you, but if you could not play soccer with my organs, that would be great." You told your unborn child.

You were in the kitchen getting ready to start dinner when you heard your husband's keys in the door.

He came in and toed his boots off in the hallway. You wiped your hands off and went to greet him.

"Hey baby how was your—" he brushed past your out stretched arms and went straight for the fridge grabbing a beer and downing it in one gulp before placing his hands on the kitchen island. His shoulders shrugged and he let out a deep breath.

"Oh no baby. Did medical not let you fly today? I'm sorry. I'm sure they had a good reason." You say going to rub his back.

He abruptly shifts away from your touch. You can tell he is tense.

"They did clear me to fly but I couldn't do it. I got ready for take off and I panicked. So I jumped out of my plane and ran away like some scared little kid." He grumbled out.

"Baby. It's okay Bradley. Maybe just need a little more time to—"

"I don't need more TIME!" He yells at you smacking his fist on the counter.

You jump back from him and feel a tinge in your stomach.

"Rooster you went through something very traumatic, no one is going to fault you if you aren't ready. No one is going to be upset if you need more time to process or if you need to talk to someone" You try to calm him.

"I don't need more time Y/N! I've spent six weeks cooped up in this house or in an office doing paperwork! I need to get back in a plane." He growls turning to face you. His face is flushed in anger.

"Bradley you almost died for crying out loud! That's not something you get over. It takes time to heal. It isn't a race. Physically you may be fine, but I'm worried mentally you aren't okay!" You say at a decibel louder than you intended as another sharp pain shoots through you.

"You haven't been yourself lately! You're cold, and distant, you don't talk to me about anything. You... you aren't... you're just—"

Another prick of pain cuts you off.

You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks now. You don't want to argue with your husband. You just wish he wouldn't be so hard headed.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! I am going to lose it if one more person makes a comment about my mental health! I am a Naval fucking Aviator! I am one of the mentally strongest people in the world. Do you not realize that? I'm a pilot who's spent six weeks on the ground! Of course I haven't been myself! And did you ever think that maybe I don't want to talk about what happened?

And I've been distant because the week after I got discharged you smothered me trying to take care of me! I'm a grown man, I didn't need you fussing over me! I don't need you trying to psychoanalyze or treating me like a child!

All you wanted to to talk about was what happened and how I was feeling. I was feeling like I wanted to let it go and pretend it didn't happen but you wouldn't let it rest!" He screams at you and points and accusatory finger at you.

Your cheeks are burning and tears brim your eyes. You ball your hands into fist and open your mouth ready to scream at him. But instead your words die your throat as a searing pain rips through you and you crumple on the kitchen floor.

Rooster instantly softens and jumps to your side.

"Honey what's wrong?" He asks as panic sets into his body.

You grab your stomach and gasp out. "It... it hurts."

The color drains from his face. You're barely six months along. It's too soon for you to be going into labor.

Without hesitating Rooster scoops you up bridal style. He slips on some slides he keeps by the door and runs you to the Bronco. He carefully buckles you in as more pain racks your body.

Rooster breaks God knows how many traffic laws to get you to the ER.

He rushes you in while cradling you in his arms.

"Please someone help. My wife... she collapsed... she's having abdominal pain and she is pregnant!" He all but yells at the doctors and nurses. They quickly take you in a room and start asking him questions. You're too much pain to speak.

"How far along is she?" Someone asks "6 months... um 27 weeks." He stammers out.

"Has she had this pain before?" A doctor asks.

"Um... um... I don't know she... she hasn't said anything to me... I'm not sure. He stutters out.

"Her BP is extremely high and her heart rate is spiking. Fetal heart rate is high too. Pushing meds now. Someone get her and the baby on a heart monitor stat!" A doctor yells. Rooster panics not knowing what to do.

"What's happening?" He ask to no one in particular as the medical staff moves in a flurry around you.

"Sir, sir! I'm sorry you can't be in here right now we need space to work!" A nurse says as to him as he is pushed out of the the room.

He sighs heads to the waiting room. He does the only thing he can think to do... he calls Maverick.

The phone rings once before Pete answers.

"Mav." Rooster breathes into the receiver trying not to cry.

"Rooster what's wrong?" Maverick asks him.

"It's Y/N. She collapsed. We are at the emergency room. They won't let me back there with her." Rooster tells him as tears slip down his face.

"I'll be there in fifteen." Maverick tells him before hanging up.

Rooster send a message to the Dagger Squad group chat. They all love you. And he knows they would want to know. He presses send on the message and runs a shaky hand over his face.

"This is all my fault." He thinks. "If I hadn't shut her out. If hadn't been so mean, if I hadn't yelled at her." He mentally kicks himself.

Less than fifteen minutes later the entire ER lobby is filled with Maverick, Penny, Amelia, and the entire Dagger Squad. Rooster tells them they didn't have to come to which Phoenix responds "We are family Rooster. Family is there for you you no matter what."

Rooster pulled her into a hug. "Maverick, can I talk to you?" He asked.

"Sure Rooster. Let's take a walk and get some coffee." Maverick said hopping up.

"We'll call you if we hear anything." Hangman said before the duo left.

When they were out of earshot of the group Rooster explained what happened.

"It's all my fault Maverick. I came home so mad at myself and I took it out on her. I've been awful to her these past few weeks. I shut her out, and she tried talking to me about it today and I... I just lost it on her. The last thing they said was her blood pressure was extremely high, and so was her heart rate and the baby's. I did this to her. I stressed her out. I'm the reason she is here." Rooster sobbed as Maverick pulled him in for a hug.

"Bradley, this isn't your fault. You can't blame yourself. Y/N is strong. She is going to be okay. When you get to see her, you need to apologize. Tell her everything you did wrong and beg for her forgiveness. And I think you should talk to Doc on base. You aren't weak for seeing a counselor." Maverick told him.

"You're right Mav. She even said I need to talk to someone. God I told her she smothered me and I didn't need her to take care of me. I'm such an idiot. She is going to hate me after this." Rooster berated himself.

"Rooster. You made a mistake. You've been under a lot of stress. Y/N loves you. She could never hate you. Now calm down. Everything is going to be okay." Maverick assured him.

The pair of pilots made their way back to the waiting room. Bradley's foot tapped nervously against the floor.

"Bradshaw." A nurse called out. Everyone jumped up.

"Um, just the husband?" The nurse said looking at the group.

Rooster quickly followed her to the room you were in.

"Y/N baby!" He greeted you moving forward to take your hand.

"Hey honey." You smiled at him.

"Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw." The doctor began.

"Your wife's blood pressure was dangerously high, her heart rate and the baby's was much higher than we would like them to be. Has she been under a lot of stress recently?"

"Yes. I'm an aviator and had an accident at work." Rooster states.

"I see, well, we'd like to keep her overnight to make sure there are no signs of pre-eclampsia and to monitor her and the baby." The doctor continues.

"Mrs. Bradshaw. Stress coupled with your blood pressure is most likely what caused your pain. I can see from your chart that your OB saw you last week for the pain but everything seemed normal then. If it continues to stay elevated like this, there is a possibility we are going to have to put you on bed rest, we will know more in the morning." The doctor states before leaving the room.

"You went to the OB last week for pain and didn't tell me?" Rooster asks you once you are alone.

"You were so stressed about work. You barely talked to me. I— I didn't want to worry you. I wasn't sure you would care" You confess.

Rooster almost breaks at your words.

"Honey, you and this baby are the most important things to me. As long as I have you two I don't care if I never fly again. I'm sorry for how I've been. I shouldn't have lashed out at you. I should have paid attention. I should have been there for you." Rooster cries.

You wipe the tears from his face.

"You're here now. That's what matters."

He leans down to kiss you.

He doesn't leave your side for the entire night or the next day. Thankfully you are cleared to go home but you have to be checked weekly by your OB as a precaution.

Rooster works to take extra good care of you and himself. He talks to the counselor on base multiple times to fully process everything instead of trying to bottle it up.

A few weeks later he is able to get back into a plane and fly.

Three months later he is by your side for the birth of a healthy baby boy.

Later in the evening while you're sleeping he picks Nicholas up from his hospital crib and holds him close to his chest. He looks at his son and looks at you. Then he looks towards the setting sun and thanks his father for watching over him that day and bringing him back to his family.

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cowboybeepboop · 2 years ago

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You look good in yellow

Request: Bob smut where hangman is saying you only hangout with him because you pity him, that bobs crush on you is pointless because hangman already fucked you dirty and hard while you were wearing his favorite yellow shirt.

“Hangman was right about one thing,” “You look good in yellow, especially when you’re fucked out of your mind”

Pairing: Bob x fem! Reader

Genre: Porn with a plot

Warnings: p in v sex, SMUT, oral fem recieving, oral male recieving, slight hair pulling, praise kink, multiple orgasms, cursing

Word count: 2735

Summary: Hangman decides to be annoying because he’s sick and tired of watching Bob stare at you with hearts in his eyes and you subtly flirt with him.

a/n: I don’t proofread before uploading because it makes me jinx myself lol also I didn’t give the reader a call sign, you can come up with one if you want or just read it the way you would any other oneshot. Also I lost my old account so I’m reposting 😭

You and Bob are sitting eating peanuts while the other recruits talk nonsense and play pool together, Coyote makes his way over to the pool table with a blond and a brunette with a buzz cut. “Hey, Coyote!” you make your way to his side and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey, how are you Y/N?” he replies, snaking his hands around your waist pulling you against him.

“I’m doing okay, what about you” you hum against his neck before turning back to Bob who’s attempting to play pool with Phoenix, before Hangman steals away the stick.

“I’m fine, why do you think they called us all here?” he questions as you pull out a stool sitting down.

“Not sure, must be something important for them to call all the best of the best out here,” you shrug, letting your eyes wander to the breathtaking man you’ve been thirsting over for years at this point.

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Bob and you have worked together many times before, the two of you work well together and are great at what you do. But now he’s paired with Phoenix and you’re paired with Fanboy, this shouldn’t frustrate you as much as it did. You know that you can’t always get your way and that your job requires you to work with other people meaning you can’t be paired with Bob all the time. But. It kills you to see him smile at her, how his eyes light up when they talk, how he pinches his suit when she gets him flustered. That should be you, you can’t help but think how she stole your place next to him.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as Hangman positions himself between your legs where you’re sitting on the picnic table at the beach. The game had died down long ago and now you’re all just talking and sharing stories. He gives you one of his signature smiles and extends his hand with Bob’s crumpled up shirt, offering it to you.

“What’s this for? Wasn’t Bob using this?” you question while looking up at his soft green eyes.

“Yeah, I noticed you were cold so, I asked him for it,” Hangman was lying, he was just trying to get into your bikini bottoms, but you ignored this and lifted your arms up, like a child, allowing him to put it over you.

Hangman flashes his pearly whites while pulling the soft yellow fabric over your upper body, lightly squeezing your waist after his hands brushed over the sides of your breasts. Phoenix directed Bob’s attention over to the pair of you, he could feel his heart drop to his stomach.

He was going to take his shirt over to you but Hangman insisted on bringing it to you for him, he should have put up more of a fight because now he might just lose any chance he might have had with you.

Phoenix gives him a small smile before whispering, “Bob, she doesn't seem all too interested with him,” he nods his head.

“Yeah, it’s probably nothing,” his heart still aches while he looks at you longingly.

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Hangman insists on walking you back to your room on base, he continues to insist that he should stay and talk to you. You used to think that Hangman was just a jerk who would do whatever just to get what he wants, but now, with him laying on your bed telling you of a brilliant plan to get you and Bob together. He isn’t as bad as you previously thought.

You jolt awake sitting up quickly, “Shit, Hangman, wake the fuck up,” you shake his shoulder roughly.

“What,” he rubs the tiredness from his eyes, “why are you so freaked out?” he sits up from his position at the foot of your bed.

“You slept over, we have to be with Maverick in like 5 minutes,” you hop out of bed quickly going to put your uniform on he follows behind you fixing his hair, the two of you sneak off into Hangman's room, which is just right next door. You quickly fix your hair and wash your face as he gets dressed.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Maverick scolds you and Hangman for your tardiness, while Coyote and Fanboy snicker to themselves at your disheveled appearances, you make eye contact with the tall blond at your side and a deep blush paints your neck and cheeks.

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After the long day the team decided to go out for drinks at Penny's bar, per usual. You’ve been sticking to Coyote's side the whole day in order to avoid Fanboy’s accusatory remarks . Hangman finds his way over to the pool table where Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, and Fanboy are playing.

“So,” Fanboy raises his eyebrows, “what was up with you and Y/N showing up late, together, looking like you barely slept a wink,” he smiles while hitting a ball.

“Oh, well, we had a long day,” Hangman beams, while looking over at Bob, “what's with the sad face Bobby boy?” he smirks, checking you out where you stand by the jukebox talking with Coyote.

“Hangman, stop it,” Phoenix glares at him.

“Oh, yeah, thanks again for the shirt. You know, yellow looks great on her when she’s fucked out of her mind,” he laughs.

Bob feels his heart clench while he looks over at you, he rushes out of the bar trying to get a breath of fresh air. You look over at the spot where Bob previously stood, making your way over with furrowed brows. “What did you say to him?” you question Hangman with narrowed eyes.

“Oh, just that I fucked you senseless in his shirt last night,” his smile falters a bit.

“What the fuck?” you glare at him, crossing your arms over your chest, “I thought we had a connection, I thought we were friends?” you huff out.

“Y/N it was a lie, you know that. I just wanted to give him an extra push, although he didn’t respond the way I thought he would..” his voice trails off while you sigh.

“Hangman, you’re such an idiot.” you walk out of the bar with a mission to find Bob and tell him the truth. Bob had chugged a couple beers provided by one of the bartenders, he was a bit tipsy when you got to him.

“Hey, Bobby?” you kneel in front of him cupping his cheeks with your hands, “Are you alright?”. He peers at you through foggy lenses, his hands finding their way to your back and cheek.

“Is it true?,” you hum in response, speechless from the way he was staring at you. “Is it true that you slept with Hangman?” His eyes are trained on the ground.

“No, no. Nothing happened with Jake,” you kiss the tip of his nose causing him to look into your eyes, “Bob, I like you, not Seresin..” you bite your lip softly. He pulls you flush against his upper body, attacking your lips with passion. His hands find their way to your ass, he squeezes it softly while pulling you onto his lap.

“Y/N, I’ve been dreaming of this forever,” he groans into your neck as you grind your hips against his.

“Shit, Bob.. I want you,” your arms wrap around his neck as he presses soft kisses all over your neck.

“O-okay,” he stutters softly, picking you up and carrying you to his car. You scramble to get into the seat, he closes the door behind you getting into his seat, his hands shake as he tries to start the car. The whole car ride Bob kept his hand on your upper thigh, squeezing his fingers into the plush skin.

Once you get back to the base he picks you up bridal style, you kiss his neck sloppily as he tries to get into your room. He places you down gently and begins to undress you with careful hands, admiring your flushed skin as you arch up into his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs out before kissing you passionately, pushing him on his back so you can straddle his hips you start removing his clothes. He gains a certain kind of confidence having you under him, looking flustered and needy. His hands wander all over your naked body, coming to the hole that was clenching around just air, his fingers run through the folds spreading your wetness.

“Fuck,” you moan out as he rubs circles around your clit, your hands flush against his chest while he watches your pleasured expression. You reach behind you grasping his hardened dick, slowly pumping up and down, he moans softly and pulls your hips over his face.

“Y/N I want to taste you, is that okay?” you roughly bite on your cheek as you nod your head rapidly, he smiles softly. You whine quietly as he pulls your hips against his lips, he sucks your clit, using his thumbs to spread your pussy, your fingers interlock in his soft brown locks. He inserts his index finger, you moan loudly in response clenching tightly around his finger while your back arches.

His tongue flicks against your sweet spot, he pulls your hips down further, inserting a second finger. He finger fucks you keeping his gaze on your closed eyes, you can feel the familiar itch coming, your clit becoming achingly sore.

“Fuck fuck fuck Bob I’m going to cum soon,” you moan loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as your arms begin to shake.

“Good girl, you’re so good for me,” he moves so his tongue is deep inside your hole, clenching around his tongue as his nose rubs into your clit roughly. One hand moves to your thigh rubbing circles into your skin, the other moving against your bundle of nerves to help further your orgasm.

You grasp his forearm as your entire body shakes, your orgasm overwhelming you, arching your back as loud moans spill from your chapped lips. He locks his arms around your thighs keeping your hips flush against his lips.

Bob starts to grind your hips down on his face causing you to become even more sensitive, your hands support your body by grasping onto his sides. He pulls back, setting you back on his stomach, his hand moves up to your cheek, rubbing your cheekbone gently. “My beautiful girl, you did so well for me,” he coos whilst kissing your thighs. You move between Bob’s thighs grabbing ahold of his throbbing dick, you lick a stripe from the base all the way to the tip.

He groans loudly grabbing a handful of your hair, “good girl,” he moans out, you feel yourself getting wet again at his praise. You wrap your lips around his tip swirling your tongue around the underside of it, your hand wraps around the base of his cock. His harmonious moans fill the room as you slowly start pumping his dick, choking softly when the tip pushes against your tonsils.

His hand pulls at the roots of your hair, tugging softly as you continue bobbing your head up and down, you look up at him causing him to whine a bit. He bucks his hips up into your mouth, biting down on his lip, he pulls you off his dick. Bob sets you on his stomach again, he uses one hand to wipe the saliva from your lips the other hand rests on the curve of your back.

You lean off to the side opening up your bedside tables drawer grabbing out a condom, you rip it open with your teeth and give Bob’s dick a couple pumps before sliding it on. Over the tip and down to the base, you line yourself up with the tip and slowly sink down once he bottoms out in you, your hands find his chest squeezing down.

As you begin to adjust to Bob’s size he changes the position, pulling your legs over his shoulders as he sits on his knees. You nearly burst at the new position as his tip pushes deep against your sweet spot, your nails dig into his thighs as your body arches into him.

A warm feeling spreads in your chest as he starts to move achingly slow, his thumb moves to your bundle of nerves rubbing deep and lazy circles onto it. You push your hips down trying to get more movement, he smiles, “Do you need more, my pretty girl? Should I go faster for you, hm?”. You nod your head hastily, Bob pushes his hips into you with a newfound speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills your room.

You scratch into Bob’s thighs as he presses into the deepest part of your pussy, his eyes are glued to where your bodies connect. He feels a tightness in his stomach “Shit, Y/N, I’m gonna cum,” his finger swirls around your sensitive nub with a certain roughness that wasn’t previously there.

You bite your lip, too fucked out to respond further, his warm cum spills into the condom while he moans into your neck. He continues to thrust into you becoming hard again, “Do you have another one?” he gives you a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, top drawer in the first aid box,” you watch as he ties off the end with careful fingers throwing it off to the side before slipping the new one on, he pushes his glasses up with his forefingers. He comes back to his spot between your legs, sinking back into your tightness, this time he keeps your back against the bed, your hands finding their way to his back.

Squeezing your fingers into the defined muscles on his back as he builds up to his previous pace, his thumb going back to your swollen clit pulling needy moans from your lips. Bob uses his forefingers to pinch your nipple while he sucks on the other, your body pushes into him while you wrap your legs around his waist. “You take my dick so well, pretty girl,” you’re starting to feel the familiar build up of an orgasm, you try to hold it back so you can last longer for him, but the pleasure he’s providing becomes overwhelming.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he mumbles. Your entire body becomes overly sensitive as he pushes for your orgasm, your pussy clenches against him, pulsing around him as your cum spills out. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he pulls out of you, gripping your flushed body against him. You move your hand to his dick pumping slowly while slipping the condom off, running your thumb over the slit, spreading his pre-cum around.

His eyes close while he throws his head back in pleasure, you move down wrapping your lips around his tip. Your hand wraps around the remainder of his dick while you take in as much of him as you can, “Just like that, you’re doing so well for me,” he moans out. Your tongue rubs against the underside of him, using your other hand to squeeze his balls softly.

“Good,” he moans, “Girl”, you can feel his balls tighten in your hands as his hand pulls on the roots of your hair. The salty taste of his precum on the tip of your tongue while you continue your movements, running your teeth gently on the tip causing him to buck his hips up, pushing his dick down your throat bringing tears to your eyes.

His hand rests on your waist as he pushes the back of your head down softly, biting down on his lip as he watches you suck him off, warmth spreads through his chest as he feels the sensations in his stomach bringing on his orgasm. He moans loudly as his hips spurt up to the roof of your mouth, his dick leaking cum into your throat. His body spasms roughly as he lays back, his hands move under your pillow finding his crumpled up tee.

With a sweet smile he pulls it over you while you sit on his stomach, his hands run up and down your back. “Hangman was right about one thing,” Bob says with a laugh.

“And what is that?” You snuggle against his chest running your hand over his chest delicately while you admire his beautiful appearance.

“You look good in yellow,” he runs his hand through your hair, “especially when you’re fucked out of your mind” he smiles as you blush a deep red.

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m0chac0ffee · 2 years ago

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you do request something so can you do a top gun fanfic abt like the reader being a pilot, and there the youngest so everyone’s like overprotective of them and they’ve been complaining of like stomach pain and one day during work it’s gets really bad and they get rushed to the medical wing and they end up having appendicitis and everyone’s like super worried

hope that makes sense, and they can be the oh top gun or the recent crew :)))

(Top Gun: Maverick x Reader - Platonic)

Y'all really filled up my inbox good lord... I love you guys so much lolol

Also, I'm not very smart, so I wrote it to the best of my knowledge about appendicitis. Please feel free to correct me about anything you spot and I'll change it right away!

(y/cs) - your callsign

(y/n) - your name

You were the youngest of the group, and the others were very overprotective of you. If you coughed even once, they would all come rushing to your side, checking your temperature, and giving you water. They could get annoying sometimes, but you loved them regardless. They were like your second family.

You were making your way with the rest of the graduates to the Hard Deck. Phoenix was walking by your side, talking with Rooster and Hangman as the two bickered about who would win the little bet they had made. As you got closer, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. You stopped in your tracks, slightly clutching your stomach. Fanboy and Bob noticed that you fell behind. They turned around to see if you were still following, only to see you slightly bending over.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay?” Fanboy questioned, making his way to you with Bob next to him.

“Yeah, just a little stomach pain. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Bob said, respectfully setting his hand on your lower back.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You replied.

“Let’s hurry inside so Penny can get you a cup of water, yeah? No alcohol for now.”

“Alright…”

Fanboy and Bob helped you get inside of the Hard Deck and sat you down in a chair near the pool tables where the rest of the group was. As Fanboy went to go get the cup of water, Bob sat down next to you. Coyote and Payback were throwing darts as Phoenix, Hangman, and Rooster were playing pool. There were a few other groups of pilots there too, chatting amongst themselves and asking the others to join them in a few rounds. Maverick said that he couldn’t make it because he had a few things to do. Phoenix noticed that you weren’t playing with her and the other two, so she excused herself and made her way toward you.

“You okay (Y/n)?” Phoenix asked, a concerned look adorning her face.

“Mhm! Everything’s alright.”

“Okay, well come join us when you feel better, okay? Make sure to keep your eye on them, Bob.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Phoenix walked back to Rooster and Hangman, but something didn’t feel right. You usually never got sick, so this sudden stomach pain was unusual to her. She reached the pool table, staring off into space as she was lost in her thoughts.

“Hello? Earth to Phoenix?” Rooster snapped his fingers in front of Phoenix’s face, to where she blinked a few times before looking at them.

“I think something is wrong with (y/cs) over there.”

Hangman looked over Phoenix’s shoulder to see you sitting down next to Bob, clutching your stomach as you drank the water Fanboy had given you. He scoffed quietly as he looked back to Phoenix.

“Maybe they just have a stomach bug, don’t sweat it.” He said coolly, patting Phoenix’s back.

“I hope so.”

They resumed their game, not knowing that it would only get worse. Days passed, and your little ‘stomach bug’ never went away. It ended up getting worse by the minute. You kept missing training sessions because you couldn’t stand up without feeling nauseous. You didn’t eat as much either, this whole thing made you queasy and ended up making you lose your appetite. You could barely move, not to mention, breathe. Every time you did, you felt pain shoot through your core, making it impossible to do anything. And of course, all of the graduates noticed this. You came to a training session despite your condition to make up for the ones you missed. You were able to make it through the whole thing, a few mistakes here and there, but as you were walking to the building, you felt the worst pain you have ever felt since you’ve had this ‘stomach bug’. You doubled over, struggling to breathe as the others came rushing to you.

“(Y/cs)! (Y/cs) are you okay?!” Coyote exclaimed, worry lacing his voice as Rooster and he tried to help you stand up straight. You could barely get words out of your mouth. It felt like your stomach was eating itself. Of course, that wasn’t the situation.

”I’ll go get help!” Payback yelled.

“I’ll come with you!”

Rooster and Payback sprinted out of the room in a flash. A few moments later, they came back with a few people from Med-Bay and a stretcher. They quickly got you onto the stretcher and went back. The last thing you saw was everyone surrounding you on the stretcher as you closed your eyes.

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You opened your eyes once more to find yourself in a bright room, everyone was surrounding you. Looking around, you piece everything together and find out that you're in Med-Bay.

”You're awake! How do you feel?" Fanboy frantically asked, sitting upright in his seat next to your bed.

"I feel like... shit... " You breathed.

"As expected."

"Hello (Y/n)."

"Hey doc..."

"We've figured out what's wrong with you." He responded.

"Please tell me."

“Well, turns out it wasn’t just a stomach bug. You seem to show symptoms of Appendicitis. According to your friends here, constant vomiting, intense abdominal pain, constipation, along with a low-grade fever. We believe that there’s a virus or there are bacteria in your digestive tract. Because of this, you need appendectomy as soon as possible before it gets any worse than it already is.”

Hearing that made everyone nervous, especially you. As much as you hated the idea of surgery, this was a matter of life or death. A few moments of silence passed until you finally spoke up.

"Let's do it."

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(Should i make a part two... idk how i want this to end though..)

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comm-caribou · 2 years ago

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Chapter Two: We’ll get By:

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Past trauma and death (let me know if I missed any!)

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When he put the alcohol into his system, Coyote’s intentions was to black out and forget for awhile. He wanted to block losing Pogo, the original Pack squad, and Fang dying in his arms.

He was only two shots in before he felt sick, and left the bar entirely after informing Hardwire he was leaving for bed.

In reality, he just wanted to walk around alone.

Fang reached out in his final moments. Not to me, but something coming to him. What could he have saw? Maybe we wait for each other on the other side, I’d like to think that. Maybe I’ll see all the boys again. Keks too, I miss him.

He bumped into someone, and muttered an apology before moving past them.

“Aren’t one of Hardwire’s boys?”

He lifted his gaze, meeting a Coruscant Guard visor belonging to a Commander.

“Yes, you are! I remember you, you were so full of liquor you crashed in our barracks.”

In all honesty, Coyote didn’t remember much from that mini leave other than arriving at 79’s and waking up with a pounding headache the next day.

Looking closer at the Commander though, he thought he recognized that friendly voice laughing with the troops.

“I’m sorry,” Coyote rubbed his head, “you’re… Fern?”

“Thorn.” He corrected with a laugh.

“Thorn, right,” Coyote sighed, “sorry, sir.”

I should probably be more formal, not all Commanders are like Hardwire.

Thorn placed a hand on his shoulder, “I know that look. I see it in all my men after every bombing and attack on this planet. Who’d you lose?“

“Am I that obvious?” Coyote sighed.

“It’s a very obvious look in every soldier,” Thorn explained, “I’m going on patrol now, care to join me?”

“Sure,” Coyote sighed, “I have nothing better to do.”

****

It had been eating at him all night.

He wanted to tell someone so badly, but he currently wasn’t completely sure when would be the right time to share this possible realization.

Juliette’s tears soaked into his shirt, but she now laid asleep on Cosmos’s chest, and balled up into his side.

He brushed a finger under her eye, wiping away a few stray tears that lingered.

There had been moments Cosmos didn’t like Fang—such as when he gave her the silent treatment after Hoth—but at the end of the day, he knew Fang had his own issues he was trying to muddle through alone.

Also, the important factor was that Juliette loved him despite those flaws.

Cosmos brushed her cheek, then lightly hooked his pinkie to her’s as he closed his eyes.

****

“So… why?” Boomerang nudged Mirage.

The question came out of nowhere, confusing the ARC as they walked in the back of the pack.

“Why what?” Mirage asked.

“Usually on leave you’re sampling the Coruscant cuisine, telling me about what he or she did to you, getting embarrassed when I tease you,” Boomerang shrugged, “did taking that thing out of your head kill your sex drive?”

“It’s not that,” Mirage sighed, “I just… after what happened to Fang, I think I want to die knowing I had what he did. Plus, have you ever heard Max talk about Tay?”

Boomerang hugged himself, “I guess I understand what you mean. I just don’t want to put someone I love through months of waiting and keeping secrets from them. Plus, I heard stories of soldiers being led on and finding their supposed partner hooking up with another clone.”

Mirage frowned, “yeah, that happened to one of the ARFs, didn’t it?”

“Yup,” Boomerang popped the word.

The thought of catching someone he loved hooking up with any of his brothers made a shudder run up Mirage’s spine. He hoped he’d be as lucky as Max, who’s partner loved him and only him alone.

“Do you want someone, Doc?” Mirage asked, glancing up at the dark sky above missing its stars.

“I would,” Boomerang sounded so far away, “but I doubt I’d be so lucky to keep someone.”

“Yes you are,” Mirage turned to Boomerang, “you’re funny. People like funny.”

“Right,” Boomerang tossed the empty trail mix bag in the trash as they entered the barracks.

Despite the fact it was suppose to be like a vacation from the war, the barracks on Coruscant still felt like the ones on the ship, just less personal.

Mirage honestly would prefer his bunk on the ship.

As he followed Boomerang to an empty bunk bed, he noticed a familiar ARC sleeping in a bottom bunk by the one he’d be taking.

Mirage groaned, why is he here?

****

Before, Coyote didn’t quite understand the pull the Coruscant Guard had on him and his brothers until tonight. His original assumption was just that Hardwire was friends with Fox, therefore they all were buddies. Yet, he was sitting on a wall with Commander Thorn and two riot troopers venting about all his deaths, and all three of them were listening.

“You loss all of them?” Berri frowned, “I’m lost without Straw, I don’t know how you’re functioning.”

“Real empathetic, Berri,” Straw grumbled.

“No, he’s okay,” Coyote shrugged, “I don’t know how I’m functioning. Fang was the last one and I do feel like I’m lost without him.”

“It passes,” Thorn said quietly, “but they never leave you. Call me crazy, but I think sometimes I see my former lads out of the corner of my eye when I’m on patrol. Like ghosts.”

Ghosts? Maybe that’s what Fang was seeing. Coyote hummed, “I doubt he’d be haunting me like that.”

“Why not?” Thorn asked.

Shoot. I can’t tell him he had a girlfriend, Coyote bit his tongue, that will raise more questions, and we’ve been told not to date repeatedly. Put all your heat into the field, not the public.

“Oh,” Thorn nodded, “I understand.”

“What?” Berri tilted his helmet.

“Fang had someone,” Straw said lowly.

Berri muttered under his breath, “lucky.”

“Berri, it’s time,” Thorn chuckled, “like clockwork.”

A Togruta exited a building holding two books to his chest. Berri was eagerly watching the man walk by underneath their wall, drumming his fingers on the hard surface.

“It’d be easier if you said hello,” Straw stated. “He’s a quiet bookkeeper who probably doesn’t know you sit up here to see him every day.”

“I can’t do that!” Berri exclaimed a little too loud.

The Togruta looked up with gray eyes, and gave a little wave before carrying on.

Berri groaned, “that was terrible.”

“At least he looked at you and waved,” Coyote pointed out. “That’s good. What you need is better wingmen.”

“Oh yeah, Straw chuckled, “what would you do?”

Coyote got up, and walked off.

“What are you going to do?” Berri sounded panicked.

“Just wait,” Coyote called over his shoulder, why is it always me setting up the shy guys?

Coyote approached the Togruta, he was about his height if he didn’t measure up to the point of his montrals.

“Excuse me,” Coyote said softly, “I’m sorry to bother you, but by chance do you have any plans this evening?”

The Togruta shook his head, “just making dinner for myself. Why? Did I do something?”

“Nothing more than take my brother’s breath away,” Coyote cringed at his own line.

“I did?” He blinked, “which one? The one with dots or the one with lines?”

“Dots,” Coyote replied.

He smiled, “c-could you maybe tell him my name is Jaxper?”

Coyote grinned under his helmet, “come on, he’d love to hear it from you.”

This is the distraction I needed, he thought as he lead him back over. A laugh escaped him when he saw Berri hiding behind his riot shield, “sorry Jaxper, he’s a little shy too.”

****

Boomerang was fidgeting again.

For the past few minutes, Mirage heard him toss and turn, even punch his pillow. Rubbing his eyes, Mirage sat up, and waiting for Boomerang’s hand to fall to the side.

When his brother’s bare hand hung off the above bunk, he reached out holding on until Boomerang’s hand relaxed.

Good, Doc. Go to sleep, Mirage thought patting his hand.

He then glanced over at Fury’s empty bunk.

Where did he go?

Unable to just leave it be, Mirage got up and started looking for his rival.

As soon as I get a free minute, I’m contacting Blitz. Why the heck would he send him here? He knows I don’t like him!

Mirage passed by a window, and caught a glimpse of the other ARC. He snuck over, peeking out to see what he was doing.

Beside him was his comm, projecting an image of Commander Hammer. Fury was looking up at the sky, occasionally answering Hammer with one or two words.

He definitely stole that ritual from me.

****

When Cosmos woke up, Juliette was no longer in bed beside him. He heard the radio quietly playing at her desk along with the scratching of marker to flimsi.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes as he got out of the bed.

She looked up at him, offering a little smile when he leaned over her to look at her doodles.

“Tay and Max look cute,” he commented, “bet if you drew him something like that he’d display it in his bunk.”

Juliette giggled, “I liked Tay, sh- I mean, they were really nice.”

Cosmos patted her head.

“Where were you?” Juliette turned to him, “I didn’t want to ruin your fun, but I missed you.”

Cosmos leaned down, “you could’ve crashed my evening. I would’ve crossed the whole planet for you.”

“You don’t have to,” Juliette frowned.

“You’re my best friend,” he brushed her cheek, “I’ll go anywhere for you.”

Juliette held his hand, looking to the floor.

Cosmos took a deep breath, here we go.

“So… you know how everyone teases us and asks why we’re not together?” He asked, “well… I think I might be… I could be…”

Juliette looked up at him, taking his other shaky hand.

She’s got to know. She’s smart, and one of her best friends is a lesbian! It’s not like this is going to be groundbreaking news to her.

“I… was…”

Say it.

“On a date?” She offered.

Cosmos nodded, “…with a man.”

Juliette lit up, “was it fun? What did you two do? Why didn’t you tell me last night?”

Cosmos relaxed, laughing a little, “ease up, I’m not completely out yet.”

“Right, right,” she zipped her lips. “But can I still hear about the date?”

“Absolutely,” he sat on the foot of the bed. “I’ve been waiting to tell you.”

#caribou stories #caribou ocs #star wars #star wars the clone wars #952nd #juliette trix #commander hardwire #coyote #tracks #boomerang #arc trooper mirage #arc trooper shadow #arc trooper fury #sergeant cooper

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gh0stwriting · 4 years ago

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Hcs for bby boi Thomas, Michael, Jason, and wall child proposing to their s/o, but instead of an actual ring, For Brahms he uses a funyun like the man child he is please?

(wall child has me fucking rolling omg 😂 also yall really be knowing my type at this point and ill gladly write for these boys no matter how many asks i get for them)

THOMAS HEWITT

he tried to propose to you once with a severed finger that had a huge ring on it, but we don't talk about that. (Hoyt sold it when he found it)

the second time he tried to propose he kind of just handed you a metal washer with no explanation. you asked him what it was for and he showed you the matching one, a silver washer bent all kinds of ways to fit his finger and you realized what he was trying to say.

at first you were hesitant, you weren't sure if he was mentally developed enough to understand marriage. but nonetheless you slipped the washer onto your finger and he made a sort of giggling snort sound before carrying you into the house to show off his new fiancé.

Hoyt was pissed to say the least. He kept going on about how “the saw is family boy. you ain't leavin’ it behind.” and Thomas’ mood went from over the moon to looking like a kicked puppy in seconds.

you stood up to Hoyt for maybe the first time ever, telling him that if this is what Thomas really wanted, that he couldn't physically stop him, family or not. that seemed to strike a nerve though and Hoyt looked close to snapping at you. Thomas stepped between you though, recieving a blow to the shoulder which was surely meant for your face. Thomas was fine, but Hoyt sure as hell wasn't.

MICHAEL MYERS

(this is lowkey OOC but i feel like he might do this if he fully trusts and loves the person)

he's not wearing a wedding ring, no way. it’d probably fall off and he’d lose it and he just doesn't really see the point. marriage is really just a few thousand dollars and some papers anyways.

though he does want to show the extent of his love for you, and the fact that he wants to spend as long as he's able with you, so he leaves for quite a while. at first you're worried something happened, but then realized it's just Michael, he does this a lot, it's how he copes with emotions.

When he does come back however, he has many things with him, the most noticeable being a bouquet of flowers that he probably took off of a grave. then he pulls out a cheap looking BFF necklace, no doubt stolen as well and drops it into your hands.

the last thing he does takes you by surprise as its a day you never thought you'd live to see, he shows his devotion to you by reluctantly removing his mask, you being the only person besides Laurie to see his face as it is now; shaggy brown hair hanging over parts of his face, his blinded eye a milky blue color, the other cold but somehow vibrant. a litany of scars crossing over each other covering large parts of his neck and chest.

if this doesn't prove his love, nothing will. but somehow he mistook your look of shock and awe as fear and disgust and quickly started to replace his mask, your hand grabbing his wrist, stopping him. “michael, i-thank you for trusting me. if this is a proposal, the answer has always been yes.” you say with tears welling up in your eyes. you hug him and the second you let go, he rushes off to sulk somewhere, you overloaded his brain with emotions.

JASON VOORHEES

in his eyes, marriage is bad. His parents were married but got divorced when he was born and has hated the concept ever since. you came into his life and he found himself warming up to the subject but still wasn't completely comfortable with it.

but you trusted him with your life and he trusted you with his, and he wanted to make sure you never forget that. He wasn't aware of what normal proposal etiquette was but decided that whatever he did would be worth something.

he woke you up in the middle of the night to him dropping a few things on the bed and then tapping you to get your attention. You roll over and notice the weirdest object first, which seems to be some sort of skull. Maybe a coyote? It looked thoroughly cleaned at least. The only other item was his jacket, blood stains, cuts and all.

You confirmed with him that these things were for you before putting on his jacket. You went to examine the skull after, flipping it over to notice a carving in the underside of the jawbone, unsure if its a heart or an infinity symbol you look up at him, to which he points to your chest, signifying that it is, indeed, a heart.

See, he never proposed per se, but the commitment is there. Him giving you his jacket was a huge act of trust as he's worn it for years, and unlike Michael he’d never take off his mask if he even could.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

It was the day after a grocery delivery and you two were still sorting through the assortment of meals and snacks in the many boxes. As you two were putting away the last of the food he found something he’d never tried before, but he quickly put the package inside his shirt, much like a child would so you didn’t find out. Not like you could hear the crinkling of the bag over the music you had playing.

You turned around to ask him what he wanted for dinner when you saw the object poking out of the bottom of his shirt, raising your eyebrows in a silent question. To which he held the hem of his shirt and started to walk out of the room.

You repeatedly called his name and tried to get him to put the thing away, but he refused. You tried to grab his arm to stop him, but again he refused and ran to one of the openings in the walls, effectively stopping your pursuit as you didn't fully understand the paths yet.

With a roll of your eyes and a huff you went back to the kitchen to start preparing dinner, not expecting to see him again until he was either sick from whatever he managed to sneak or until you forced him to leave the walls for dinner.

But right as you were about to plate the food and call for your man-child of a boyfriend you heard his childlike voice call your name, making you jump and drop the hot food all over the floor. You turned around, prepared to scold him when you saw him on one knee with a funyun in his hand. “(y/n). Marry me?” was his simple request, using his regular voice so you knew he was serious. Of course you said yes, and scolded him later.

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tahitianmangoes · 4 years ago

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Beg Me -Morbell

Pairing: Micah x Arthur Summary: Arthur knew there was only one way he was getting out of this cellar... Tags/triggers:Smut Word Count: 2122

Also on Ao3

Micah had only seen Dutch lose his cool twice before. The first time was in Blackwater and even then Micah wasn’t quite sure what had happened but the McCourt girl had ended up dead. The second time was tonight when Arthur hadn’t returned to camp when he should have.

Dutch had snapped at almost everyone in camp, demanding they found Arthur and found him quick if they wanted to keep their balls.

They split up - Charles and John, Lenny and Sean, Bill and Javier and Micah alone. He didn’t mind going alone, he worked better that way.

It didn’t take him long to pick up a trail and track Arthur down to what looked like a run down farm. Micah wasted no time dealing with the residents then called out for Arthur.

“Morgan? You here?” “I’m down here!”

Arthur’s voice floated up to him from a cellar that ran beneath the house that was entered by exterior doors. Micah descended the stairs into the small room which was dimly lit by a few scattered candles to see Arthur Morgan tied to a supporting column in the centre of the room.

Arthur wore only his undergarments, form fitting long johns but his broad chest was bare. He looked like he had been beaten pretty badly, face bruised and lip bloodied.

Dutch sent them on some search party like he was a lost little lamb and oh didn’t he look so innocent tied up like this?

“Mmm,” Micah purred, “well look at you, ain't you as pretty as a picture?” “Micah? Get me outta here!” Arthur called to him. “Hello old friend,” Micah said with a sneer, “had a good time did you?” Arthur’s head jerked up, recognising the words he had spoken to Micah when he had been incarcerated in the Strawberry jail. “Micah, this ain’t funny.” Arthur said warningly. “Oh I ain’t jokin’, cowpoke… Maybe not funny, no. Maybe a little ironic, I’m sure you would agree?”

Micah leaned back against the damp wall of the cellar and struck a match off of his boot, lighting a cigarette. He drank in the image of Arthur before him, had never had the chance to appreciate how fine his body was; statuesque in beauty, tender skin pulled taut over palpable muscles.

“Untie me now, Micah or I swear you’ll regret it!” Arthur growled, pulling at his restraints with futility. “I might.” Micah replied as he exhaled smoke, a hint of a dark smirk teasing his lips, “But I want you to beg, Morgan.” Arthur spluttered, “I ain’t beggin’ you for shit!” “That’s a shame. Marston and Smith went lookin’ elsewhere for ya, pretty sure Williamson and Escuella will be back at camp by now and Summer and Maguire, well, they couldn’t find a whore in a whorehouse… It’s jus’ me here. I’ll tell ‘em I turned the place over but there weren’t no sign of ya.” “You bastard!” Arthur hissed through gritted teeth, straining again. Micah chuckled. “I know.”

Micah smoked nonchalantly, exhaling deliberately as to cast a fog between the pair of them but he could still see the anguish on Arthur’s face while he weighed up the pros and cons of Micah’s proposition.

“Fine.” He said eventually, “what do you want me to do?” Micah’s ice blue eyes flashed “Beg me.”

Arthur’s expression was mean, his sparkling blue-green eyes were narrowed and full of rage. “Please, untie me.” Arthur said bluntly. Micah’s chuckle bordered on maniacal, “that ain’t beggin’ Morgan. Beg doggy, beg!” “Screw you!” Arthur spat. Micah sighed and stubbed his cigarette out on the wall. “As you wish. I’ll tell ‘em I couldn’t find ya. I’m sure some hungry coyotes will get to you before anyone thinks to come lookin’ for you here.”

Micah turned to leave, ascending the steps of the cellar until he heard Arthur call out behind him. “Ok! Ok!” Micah didn’t turn around right away, he grinned to himself. He knew Arthur would do it. “Micah! Don’t leave me here! I’ll do whatever you want!” He turned slowly, savouring the expression of desperation etched on the younger outlaw’s pretty face. “You gonna play nice, Morgan?” “Yes.” “Good.”

Micah walked back to him smugly and stopped directly in front of him, eyes peering out beneath the brim of his cream hat, eating him up greedily as he licked his lips.

“Untie me.” “You’re forgetting the magic word, Morgan.” “Untie me, please Micah.” “Now now, Arthur. That don't sound at all sincere to me." Micah said with a hint of mirth in his tone that didn’t go unmissed by Arthur. Arthur rumbled. "Get me out of these goddamned ropes Micah or I swear I'll rip your throat out!" "Ah, ah, ah. That ain't nice now, is it? Thought you said you was gonna be a good boy for me, Arthur."

Arthur swallowed hard, swallowing his pride. His cheeks burned scarlet as he said, "please Micah. I'm begging you. Untie me and get me outta here!"

Micah put his head to one side, as if contemplating for a moment. But he wasn't. He'd thought about this before… Many times before. Arthur at his mercy. When would an opportunity like this come about again?

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't." "But I did what you wanted..!" Micah hummed thoughtfully. "You know, you ain't always been nice to me, Morgan. And I tried, I did, always tried my hardest to be nice to you." "What are you getting at?" Arthur asked suspiciously, shifting his weight as he stood uncomfortably. "Maybe it's time for you to be nice to me, Morgan." Arthur's bright eyes widened, as if he suddenly now understood what Micah wanted from him. Micah reached out and touched Arthur's cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle but the look on his face was devilish.

"On your knees, sweetheart."

Arthur made a strangled sound, somewhere between a curse and a laugh of disbelief as if hoping that this was one of Micah’s sick, twisted jokes. And maybe to a degree it was. But when Micah’s face didn’t change, Arthur knew there was only one way he was getting out of this cellar.

He had no choice but to sink down to the cold stone floor before Micah.

Micah was hard already, had felt the bulge growing in his pants when he knew he had Arthur with his back against a wall. It was confusing, for sure. When he had first joined the gang he had thought that he and Arthur were similar - both sharp shooters, both men who provided and knew how to get a job done. Yet Arthur had a chip on his shoulder, a real big chip that Micah wanted to knock off.

Arthur was a pompous ass in a way. Self righteous. Pig-headed. Maybe even dumber than he looked. They say that love and hate are two sides of the same coin. Micah didn’t know about that but he knew that for some reason, he kept being pulled back to Arthur - drawn to him so magnetically. He didn’t know what it meant but he knew it made him hard.

He wasted little time kneading his cock through his pants before unbuttoning and pulling it out. It was average, no bigger or smaller, thinner or girthier than anyone else’s but it got the job done. Right now, the skin was reddened and precum glistened at the slit.

Arthur wrinkled his nose instinctively, drawing away.

“Come on now, Morgan. You said you’d do whatever I wanted and this is what I want from you.”

Arthur wet his lips before slowly taking Micah’s length into his mouth. Micah watched, a lazy smirk on his lips, at how Arthur had to adjust before he could comfortably begin to suck. There was nothing sensual or sexy about it from Arthur, he sucked as if it was a job that needed doing.

Micah closed his eyes regardless, he was going to enjoy it for as long as it lasted. He savoured the warmth of Arthur’s mouth, the flat of his tongue on the underside of his dick and the gentle scrape of his teeth on Micah’s oh-so-sensitive skin. The sound of Arthur slurping and gagging sent shivers shooting down Micah’s spine and right the length of his cock.

“There’s a good boy,” Micah purred. He laced his fingers in Arthur’s golden hair and pushed, forcing Arthur to take him deeper and deeper until he could feel the back of Arthur’s throat. Arthur let out a muffled cry and he bucked against the ropes that bound him but Micah kept his head steady until felt Arthur’s jaw relax as he figured how to breathe from his nose instead of his mouth.

Micah thrust experimentally, keeping a firm hold of Arthur’s hair in his fist to prevent him from pulling away. He heard Arthur choke but didn’t let him come up for air. For the first time since Micah met him, he was able to silence him.

He fucked Arthur’s face, the noises were obscene: squelching, gagging and gasping. Micah groaned at how easily Arthur seemed to take him despite the fight he put up, as if he had done this before... Arthur moaned too though Micah wasn’t sure if it was through pleasure.

When Micah looked down, he cursed. Drool pooled at the sides of Arthur’s mouth, dripping down the sides of his face. His sucking had turned sloppier and wet. Arthur had tears streaming from the corners of his glassy eyes and his face was flushed.

He looked up at Micah pleadingly.

Micah pulled out and Arthur gasped and panted. His restraints stopped him from falling forward but Micah could see he was tired. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

Micah took his hunting knife from his belt and finally cut Arthur loose. Arthur moaned softly as his arms were freed; Micah could see where the ropes had cut into him.

Artur gazed up at Micah, seeming dazed. The smirk returned to Micah’s lips, now noticing Arthur’s straining erection leaking through the material of his undergarments.

Micah stroked his cock lazily, looking down at Arthur, “what’s wrong? You want more, doggy?”

Arthur’s cheeks flushed but he didn’t say no. Was he enjoying this too?

“What’s the magic word, sweetheart?” Micah breathed, thumb tracing Arthur’s lips that glistened with saliva and Micah’s juices.

“...Please Micah…” Arthur whimpered.

He didn’t need Arthur to beg this time. Before he could consider what he was doing, he was on his knees behind Arthur, wrenching Arthur’s long johns down to reveal his ample behind. Micah let out a low growl, pulling Arthur’s ass cheeks apart and spitting directly onto his hole. Arthur shivered at the sensation of the saliva rolling down to his thighs.

Micah traced Arthur’s entrance with the tip of his cock lightly, feeling how it resisted him before pressing in properly.

Both of them moaned this time, Micah sighed Arthur’s name at the feel of Arthur’s passage eating him up hungrily. His heat was intoxicating, he squeezed around Micah’s cock almost encouragingly.

Micah began to move. The friction sent sparks of pleasure up and down Micah’s shaft, made the heat in the pit of his stomach start to rise and he fucked faster, pounding into Arthur, the skin of his pale ass starting to redden.

Micah knew he wouldn’t last much longer but having Arthur on his hands and knees before him, gasping at each snap of his hips, biting back his moans and burying his head in his arms, ass up as if willing Micah to do what he wanted with him was the most erotic thing Micah had ever experienced.

Micah saw Arthur stroking himself, felt him trembling with impending release, he contracted around Micah so tightly it made Micah’s hips stutter.

“Fuck Morgan, fuck!” Micah spat as he released, fingers digging into Arthur’s hips as to keep him in place so he could spill himself inside.

He rested his forehead on the small of Arthur’s back, feeling him release too, the trembling coming to a crescendo and his legs shaking before he went limp beneath him. They stayed like that for a few moments. The sound of blood pumping in Micah’s ears was replaced with the evening outside.

Micah pulled out once he softened completely and got to his feet, buttoning his pants back up. Arthur stood too, albeit shakily, his skin still flushed and slicked with sweat and his own spend on his stomach. He found his clothes and satchel across the room and redressed sheepishly.

“Don’t you dare breathe a word of this to no one.” Arthur muttered before he made his way out of the cellar.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

#rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #micah bell x arthur morgan #morbell #micah bell #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x micah bell #red dead redemption 2 #fanfic #writing

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awkwardsilverfox · 3 years ago

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We all know Instagram is fake af but it never fails to make me cringe the amount of people I personally know / used to know that have dogs they take horrid care of, allow to disappear most of the day who knows where because they wander and don't lock them up. (”Even though I've seen my own dogs killed by coyotes, neighbor's well known aggressive dogs and cars and use those stories to get attention, I still say they always comes back eventually so I figure it's okay that they wander in the forest and neighborhood for most of the day or night :u:") and when they did talk to me about the dog it was mostly bitching about them with no inkling they even really cared about them but on IG "This dog is my BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD my COMPANION someone that HELPS TAKE CARE OF ME WHEN I'M DOWN OR HURT I don't know WHAT I WOULD DO WITHOUT THEM!!!!" (actual wording used) and the pic is of a dirty, wormy dog with rotten teeth Bonus points if they grow bored of said dog after a bit, especially if they weren't bringing them enough IG attention, and sell them claiming "oh no, they weren't my pet they were a rescue I saved and rehomed" when asked. And the amount of people with unfixed hound dogs like beagles that tell me they know that breed wanders so they're going to fix them (they never do) to cut down their wandering then let them out unsupervised most of the day and even at night because they'd rather spend all their time on their ass scrolling IG (even if it isn't even their dog and they're supposed to be taking care of it) and when the dog disappears for a while before coming back they get in trouble boo hoo do it again and then are shocked when one day it gets eaten by a coyote or hit by a car. Who could have seen this coming.. But on IG before this "I found this dog alone, a rescue, I love them so much!!! I found their old owner but they took horrible care of them so they're mine now loved and taken well care of in their new home!!! uwu" (dog is dead in a month and they stop talking about them on IG like they hope everyone will forget about them and shortly get a new pet to show off. Repeat.) Another complaint is people always going on and on about how they "Can't even imagine losing their pet it makes them sick!!1 They love then SO much!!" then admit it me that even if their tiny toy dogs are piddle pad trained and known to wander / had a few be killed before still tosses them out for hours both day and night when they have no yard and can hear the coyotes close by because, and I shit you not, "They take too long to pee" and they'd rather scroll IG. And yes every last person thinks they're an great owner, people that actually are responsible with their animals are stupid and are quick to fight and attack and have meltdowns and tantrums if they even think someone disagrees with their opinion. At least two if these people have dreams of becoming "animal rescuers" and watch shows about that and research it. Just because you gave a pet a home and remember to feed it DOESN'T mean you're good owner. IG brings out the stupid and delusional people >____>

#sanda speaks

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whats-rambled-rambled · 4 years ago

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Smoke&Mirrors - playlist

You can find it on Spotify here.

Let’s start from the beginning:

Imagine Dragons - Smoke and Mirrors

Okay, so with Stuck in reverse series everything started with one song that inspired me to write something, and you know what happened later.

With this new series, the idea came first (prompted by @vaneilla’s wonderful brain, and you know what? I actually went back to check that bit of convo, and it was all because @gallifreyan-uprising did what she did to TP, so I guess thank you both, ladies!), and then I was looking for THE song, that could serve as an inspiration and as a title.

And because all my best ideas come to me while driving, and I had Imagine Dragons in my car’s CD player… BOOM.

//I'm starting to cave

I'm losing my flame

I wanted your truth

But I wanted the pain

To disappear

Dream maker, life taker

Open up my mind

All I believe

Is it a dream

That comes crashing down on me?

All that I hope

Is it just smoke and mirrors?

I want to believe

But all that I know

Is it just smoke and mirrors?//

This just felt so fitting for Reader and her struggle a little later in the series, and smoke and mirrors alone seemed like just what I needed to capture the essence of the main conflict between Neil and R.

Chapter 1: Imagine Dragons - Natural

I had the title, I knew what I wanted to do in the first chapter, but I still had doubts if I could switch to this new dynamic. -Neil being mean? I mean how even-- I needed a good playlist to get myself in the right mood to set the tone for the whole series, and even when I found a few songs that were good enough, I knew that none of them was the one. And then again, on my way to work, this time from my Spotify playlist - Natural. I literally started screaming when I realized that it was exactly what I’d been looking for. Not only because of its badass vibe, but those lyrics, holy shit -

//That's the price you pay

Leave behind your heart and cast away

Just another product of today

Rather be the hunter than the prey

And you're standing on the edge face up

'Cause you're a natural

A beating heart of stone

You gotta be so cold

To make it in this world

Yeah, you're a natural

Living your life cutthroat

You gotta be so cold

Yeah, you're a natural//

This is R. “A beating heart of stone / You gotta be so cold / To make it in this world”. Because she might be all spiky and angry on the outside, but why is she that way? Because she has to. Because nothing ever came easy in her life.

And this is Neil, too. A true natural, as TP calls him. But he also plays a role, because he was put in a position he didn’t want. And not only by TP, but also by R. That scene in the bar? He really hopes to clear the air between them, but she is not ready to listen, and keeps antagonizing him. *sigh* We know how it ends up. Anyway -

bonus: Willyecho - Welcome to the fire

Found this one when I was looking for the vibe, and then those lyrics--:

//I'm focused

I've been watching for the omens

I've been listening to everything you've said

Its been running through my head

Locked and loaded

I've got the feeling that you've noticed

Yeah I've only just begun

I won't stop until it's done

'Til you're broken

So welcome to the fire

I'm the one who lit the night up//

-- because yes, R’s that mad at him, TP, the whole world at this point, really.

Chapter 2: Florence + the Machine - What kind of man

So you know, one of the challenges I’d set for myself for this series was to finally write a proper smut. God, was I stressed out (shoutout to my lovely friends who had to listen to my self-doubting whines for quite some time). And as I knew it was supposed to happen in this chapter, and I already had an appropriate build-up in mind, I needed a song. And it wasn’t this one, although it made its way to the chapter’s playlist. But as I actually wrote the whole thing down… I felt it had that vibe.

//You were on the other side, like always

You could never make you mine//

Oh R, my sweet summer child.

//To let me dangle at a cruel angle

Oh, my feet don't touch the floor

Sometimes you're half in and then you're half out

But you never close the door

What kind of man loves like this?//

And that part is just so fitting with the whole confusion.

bonus: Graffiti Ghosts - Last man standing

The one behind the shooting range sequence:

//Your trigger finger better think about your future

You’re getting twisted thinking I don’t want to shoot ya

I’ve been waiting for a long time

and I’m coming back to get what’s mine

Sick of living with your little double faces

I’m getting itchy and so livid I can taste it

I’ve been waiting for a long time

and I’m swinging til I get what’s mine

but I’m not going down

I’m not going down//

Can’t say that R isn’t fantasizing about shooting Neil at some point, it’s all I’m saying. And the vibe was all right, and worked for the sparring scene as well.

bonus: Zayde Wolf - New Blood

I needed decent background music to write that sparring scene, you know - to hype myself up. And then found this song. Look at the lyrics:

//I spent my whole life chained to the wall

Hunger for more, not afraid to fall

Had to cut a man down to get where I am

But someone had to tumble, and someone had to stand

Don't try to fight, nothin' you can do

I'm gonna run all over you

It's too late to try, there's nothin' you can do

I'm gonna run all over you//

and

//Most of my life was heavy and hard, yeah

So many days, so many scars

But it was all of those years who make who I am, yeah

But I broke through, and here I stand, yeah//

Added to the playlist instantly. You can see it too, right?

bonus: Nothing But Thieves - Itch

I love this band and I’m eternally grateful that my dear friend @connie-nikas itroduced me to their music. Spotify suggested that it fit the mood for the playlist I already had for that part, so I checked the lyrics and YES:

//There's a hunger in my heart

It's full of promise, promise

There's an itch under my skin

It's under my skin, under my skin//

...

//There's a blood red on my shirt

And it's shining, shining

There's a sharp pain from my face

I kinda like it, I like it//

...

//I just wanna love

I just wanna touch

I just wanna see

'Cause I, I just wanna feel something real

Wanna feel something//

It fits more than one moment in the series, but that blood part seemed accurate for sparring, so it stayed in this chapter.

bonus: Dorothy - Wicked ones

Another Spotify suggestion, and it works pretty well for these dumbasses, although this part:

//This night ain't for the faint of heart

For the faint of heart, for the faint of heart

This night ain't for the faint of heart

'Cause the faint of heart gonna fall apart//

--this got me going while I was having heart palpitations as I was getting closer to the locker scene lol.

And then:

//Ain't no sleep when the wicked play

All we do is get laid, uuh uh uuh uuh

Ain't no love when the wicked run

All we do is try to lay off, lay off, lay off

We're the wicked ones, wicked ones//

Fits, right?

bonus: Muse - Undisclosed desires

I -blame- have to thank M for this one, and it was my initial title song for this part. Just see for yourselves:

//I know you've suffered

But I don't want you to hide

It's cold and loveless

I won't let you be denied

Soothing, I'll make you feel pure

Trust me, you can be sure

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognize your beauty's not just a mask

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

You trick your lovers

That you're wicked and divine

You may be a sinner

But your innocence is mine

Please me, show me how it's done

Tease me, you are the one//

It just -- it’s not only about that one scene. Maybe it would be even better for part 3? Anyway, could be sung to R almost word for word, right?

Chapter 3: Nothing But Thieves - You know me too well

One of my favourites from this band, and I knew it had to be a title of some part of the story. Because:

//I gave you a call

Baby, I could come by, help forget it all

'Cause in this sticky weather, oh, it's really hard to sleep

As you know all too well

And when we dig together, oh, you make me feel so cheap

But I can't help myself

Filthy impetuous soul

I wanna give it to you

Oh, just to see what you do

'Cause I'm so drunk on you

Baby, you're all that I want

I want you all to myself

Oh, but you know me too well//

So yeah, filthy impetuous soul was only fair to use for that bathroom, right?

//And maybe you're right

We don't get on so well, when we lose the high//

That’s them at this point, all right.

//'Cause every love story always end in tragedy

If you wait long enough//

Oh hello, R’s beliefs here, clear as night.

//Renew me 'cause sometimes I forget

Got my own two hands clenched around my neck//

Could be said by both of them at this point, tbh.

bonus: Leann Rimes - Can’t fight the moonlight

So let me be frank - I knew I wanted to put that bathroom scene somewhere for quite some time, so it’s written purely for self-indulgence. I just needed to find an opportunity. And during one of the brainstorming sessions with A (because she was so kind to help me out with figuring things out when I stumbled over certain plot points, and I can’t thank her enough), the idea of karaoke night came to life and she gave me this song and fuck yes! That was it!

One of my favourite Neil headcanons is that he likes cheesy songs, and Coyote Ugly movie has a special place in my heart, so I just knew it was the one for him! Especially because:

//Under the lovers sky

Gonna be with you

And no one's gonna be around

If you think that you won't fall

Well just wait until

'Til the sun goes down//

it’s just perfect if you wanna kinda seduce/kinda embarrass someone, right? And also:

//You can try to resist

Try to hide from my kiss

Don't you know, don't you know

That you, can't fight the moonlight

Deep in the dark, you'll surrender your heart//

Because yes, he wanted to kiss her in that locker room, that’s a thing you do when you’re attracted to someone, right? He thought it was just because of this whole angry sex thing, but was aware of that all the time, that’s why R’s reaction in the bathroom alarms him. I mean it would make him stop anyway, but still.

bonus: Ruelle - Until we go down

The mood progression in this song fried my brain, absolutely amazing!

The lyrics, too:

//And I feel it running through my veins

And I need that fire just to know that I'm awake

Erased, I missed till the break of day

And I need that fire just to know that I'm awake

Until we go down//

bonus: Bishop Briggs - Wild horses

Another song that captures the spirit of what’s going on in R’s head.

//You hold me down in the best way

No quarter from these chains that I've

Slept on my heart for a feeling

Why can't I let my demons out?

Keep screaming into the pillow

Cause your taste still gets me stupid high

Oh glory, I'm a believer

Oh glory, I'm a troubler//

At this point, she’s well aware of the effect Neil has on her, and the internal conflict is strong in this one.

//You call my truth in the worst way

Through the dirty lands of a broken smile

And I swear I'm not a pretender

Sometimes it's love who's the baby's cry

So, I keep on damning the devil

And you keep on saying it's alright

Oh glory, I'm a believer

Oh Lord, I'm holding tight, but//

And the whole vibe of this song, it’s like fuck I’m losing my mind, but I want you and I want you now. Just makes my breath hitch.

bonus: Transviolet - Bloodstream

And as I needed a certain mood, -(ended up actually writing with TENDER in the background because apparently I need a complete opposite mood seeping through my headphones to write any smut at all but anyway...)-, and this song is just...wow.

//Fingertips drip down my spine

Cruel desire, danger in our consequence

You look my way and I lose my…

Hey, you wanna rule the world?

Outlaw love, make you lose control

Hey, hey, boy you got me like whoa

White hot, adrenaline baby

In my veins, you got me praying

Whoa, whoa, whoaaaa

My pretty blue lips begging

Take me, I need you in my bloodstream

Hold me, break me

My breath is for holding, overdose me

I need you in my bloodstream

Hold me, break me, break me//

Hot. I won’t be taking any notes.

Chapter 4: Aimee Mann - Save me

You remember that part 4 was supposed to be the last one? Don’t ask me, I don’t know how I would manage to get that emotional progression from these dumbasses by the end of that part, so I’m glad y’all voted on splitting it into 2 (and then another 2) parts. But I already had a playlist for the finale, and then had to make a new one, and then had too many possible title songs.

Why did this one win? Because in my brain it’s directly connected to my OTP and also fits this part of the story. I battled myself if it was a spoiler or not (and also had trouble getting to terms with R ever admitting that she needs to be saved), but then thought - eh, what the hell, it has the right lyrics and a proper mood, and here it is.

//You look like a perfect fit

For a girl in need of a tourniquet

But can you save me

Come on and save me

If you could save me

From the ranks of the freaks

Who suspect they could never love anyone//

and that shift to this part, oh my heart:

//Except the freaks

Who suspect they could never love anyone

Except the freaks who could never love anyone.//

bonus: Jamie O'Neal - All by myself

Okay, so the car scene was in my mind for a little while, and in the initial outline, aka part 4 is the finale I couldn't find a place for it and thought I might end up making a one shot out of it, so when I actually had enough time to write it into the story, I was so excited!

I was looking for a song, and the first one that came to my mind was Air Supply - All out of love, but I could never beat what Jensen Ackles did in the outtakes of that one Supernatural episode, so I had to abandon that song, sadly. And then I thought about the one with basically the same vibe and *ding ding ding*. And of course Neil would know it. And would know what movie this is from (just look at him and try telling me he doesn’t like British rom-coms, I dare you). And would tease R about it. (and that’s why I used that cover of this song).

//Hard to be sure

Sometimes I feel so insecure

And loves so distant and obscure

Remains the cure

All by myself

Don't wanna be

All by myself

Anymore//

bonus: Meg Myers - Motel

I’ve discovered Meg’s music just because of Spotify’s recommendations, and oh my god, it’s amazing! And this song just felt right for their talk during the stakeout, just look at the lyrics:

//You're weak, broken in a motel

You blink, tears are falling down, down, down

And you're free, free inside your own hell

You speak, someone let me out, out, out

And I can't stop this pain, it only grows

Tell me why I always feel alone

And I can't fight this feeling anymore

Show me what I'm really living for

I wanna love, wanna live, wanna breath, wanna give

But it's hard and it's dark and we're doomed from the start

I wanna love, wanna live, wanna breathe, wanna give

But it's hard and it's dark and I'm falling apart//

ahh, nothing like a good old angst, am I right? Perfect for writing about the more vulnerable sides of them.

bonus: Fear Of Men - Sane

There is just something in this song that resonates deeply, you know?

//I see you drowning

Half flesh half stone

With ambitions that drain your health

You hear me

(Secrets)

You run from me

You hear me

(You hear me)

I know

You hear me

(Secrets)

You run from me

You hear me

(You hear me)

You know, you know, you know

It’s in your eyes when you’re perfectly sane

It’s in your blood when you can’t bear these heavy thoughts again

It’s in your eyes when you’re perfectly sane

It’s in your blood when you can’t bear these heavy thoughts again//

bonus: Laura Doggett - Beautiful undone

That track almost ended up as the title. When I stumbled upon this song, I was completely blown away, as in I-had-it-on-repeat-for-4h-straight blown away.

//I took you walking

Through the murmurations of my mind//

that line just strikes me right through the heart, and it gets even better later:

//I'm looking down and my heart's connected

I'm feeling love from a different view

We learn the most when we least expect it

We learn the most when we break in two//

I don’t think that any of them expects to learn more about each other during that one mission. I mean sure, Neil counts on it, but doesn’t know what it's gonna be. And if she lets him into his head at all.

//You know you're beautiful undone

(Shine on)

So beautiful undone

You look beautiful undone

(Hearts connected)

My boy of blue.//

My boy of blue. I don’t know why it screamed Neil to me, but it did.

//It's the cracks that let the light shine

It's the cracks that let the light shine through.//

And that’s exactly it.

Chapter 5: LAUREL - Blue blood

Okay, THIS song, as soon as I heard it, I was like - this is it, this is her.

//You woke me up for your blue blood

Made me come undone

Can't believe you've been here the whole time

Too nice to pass you by and I can't believe

You've been here the whole time

You made me feel again

Made me dance circles 'round the pieces of your heart

You made me feel again

After the last time, didn't think that I could love//

That “was he always so gorgeous” moment, right? When she just sees him for the first time this way. And is slowly coming to terms with her feelings.

bonus: Prep School - Come as you are

So this one… We all know the original song (or this is my old ass talking), but only when I heard this cover, I really felt it, you know?

//Come as you are, as you were

As I want you to be

As a friend, as a friend

As an old enemy//

Just made me think about R being ready to get to know Neil better. About the shift in their dynamic.

//When I swear that I don't have a gun

No I don't have a gun//

She lets her guard down, and is ready to trust him.

Also - how great is the mood of this song? That crescendo just takes my breath away, and that calmer moment at the end? Good god. Utter perfection.

bonus: Ray LaMontagne - Such a simple thing

I’ve been sitting on this song for quite some time, and just had to find a suitable moment for it. And this was it.

//Tell me what you're feeling

I can take the pain

Tell me that you mean it

That you won't leave again

Tell me what your heart wants

Such a simple thing

My heart is like paper

Yours is like a flame

I can't make you see

If you don't by now

I'll get through these chains

Some how, some how

Take it if you want it

I'm so tired I just don't care

Can't you see how much you hurt me?

It's like I wasn't there//

My heart just aches while I listen to this song. It’s so tender, and yet so heartbreaking.

bonus: Keane - Hamburg sing

When A sent me this song, god, the way I screamed. Because this is so Neil.

//I don't wanna be adored

Don't wanna be first in line

Or make myself heard

I'd like to bring a little light

To shine a light on your life

To make you feel loved

No, I don't wanna be the only one you know

I want to be the place you call home

I lay myself down to make it so

But you don't want to know

I give much more than I'd ever ask for

Will you see me in the end

Or is it just a waste of time?

Trying to be your friend?

Just shine, shine, shine

Shine a little light

Shine a light on my life

And warm me up again//

At this point in the story, he already fell for her hard. And can just hope that she sees him at one point, too.

You know, writing that first really intimate moment between them-- I know I was supposed to be on R’s side, but I knew what was going on in Neil’s head at that point (that’s why I was so happy when Chels asked that one question that made me write Come as you are) and... I don’t know, I’m so soft for this idiot, I just want to hug him.

//Fool, I wonder if you know yourself at all

You know that it could be so simple//

My dumbasses.

Chapter 6: Phantogram - You’re mine

We’re gonna save this one for the very end, just mentioning it here as we move to the next chapter.

bonus: Adna - Night

You know that sad music montage thing that the movies do after a breakup scene or something? This song has that exact vibe.

//Silence grows and you're all i know

Eyes are closed, I'll see your smile, your love

Thinking

This is what

It could be

Knowing

It is all

It would be

In the night

When you see

What i see

In the night when you feel

What i mean

You're my knight

And my dream

And my only sight

Oh you

Stay true//

For me, it’s the beginning of chapter 6. R is almost heartbroken, and that almost comes from the part of her that still thinks that still fights the idea that she might have any feelings for that blonde idiot. Conceal, don't feel, or something. But she’s being haunted by random memories from their time together.

bonus: Snow Patrol - Make this go on forever

This song makes my heart ache and clench and oh my god--

//Please don't let this turn into something it's not

I can only give you everything I've got

I can't be as sorry as you think I should

But I still love you more than anyone else could

All that I keep thinking throughout this whole flight

Is it could take my whole damn life to make this right

This splintered mast I'm holding on won't save me long

Because I know fine well that what I did was wrong//

This works for the sad montage thing I’ve mentioned, but it was all about this line:

//First kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything//

I was listening to it on my way home one day and my eyes welled up. Because that’s what I wanted both of them to feel right then.

//And I don't know where to look

My words just break and melt

Please just save me from this darkness//

and these lines just brought the image of Neil stumbling over his words and, well, that was it. I knew it had to be done like that.

bonus: Walking On Cars - Speeding Cars

This song is about something different, but there is one part that resonated with the story:

//Even the half smile would have slowed down the time

If I could call you half mine

Maybe this is the safest way to go//

Just fits. Had to be there.

bonus: Etham - Before I lose my mind - Stripped

I think I found this one a while ago, and then it came on when I had Spotify on shuffle, and oh myyyy goooood. That heart-wrenching yearning? So, so on point.

//Look at the state I'm in

I couldn’t say where I've been

Lord knows that it ain't felt like home//

This is as much R’s song, as it is Neil’s.

//I don't know what

I've been running from, running from

Or what I thought I would find

All I know is

You're the only one, only one

I need you tonight

Before I lose my mind//

and this part:

//Don't tell me that I’m too late this time

So much I couldn’t see

With words that I didn't speak

What do I have to do to make you mine?//

This part of the playlist is just utter heartbreak and yearning, but it was only fitting. Just moments before the confession.

bonus: Nick Wilson - Let me hold you

On repeat for the whole part with Neil’s confession. This song is so goddamn beautiful, I can’t--.

//We've been there before

Reaching the end but forgetting the reason we started this for

In all of our flaws

Laid out beneath us, there's no need to keep building up these walls

(Oh we can't go on)

Just let me hold you

I'll run my fingers through your hair

Let our ghost loose

Let me know that you're still there//

bonus: Liz Longley - Rescue my heart

This, on the other hand, started playing right after, and I partially blame it for R’s breakdown. I was just staring at that line about her being afraid to lose him and I was like “where the hell this came from, girl?” and then, as I was trying to push them both further into the plot, but they kinda refused to let each other go, so I was sitting there like “you guys really needed that, huh?”

I know what it sounds like. But when I spend so much time with my characters, really fleshing them out in every possible way, they kinda develop minds of their own, and later they guide me through the dialogue parts, and even sometimes ruin my initial plans. Because they know best how they would behave right then. So all I have to do is just follow them. Or try reasoning with them. (Had a moment like that at the end of the first scene in chapter 6, like had this feeling that R just wanted to dwell on the nature of her relationship with Ives, but I didn’t want to put it there so openly, I was happy with leaving a line here and there, so I had to put my foot down pff - and it switched into that bit about friendships in general)

Right, back to the song:

//Lying to myself I can make it on my own

Making it alone is lonely

Twisting and I'm turning

Oh I'm crashing and I'm burning

So reach out your hand to me

Come down

Rescue my heart I'll drown

Without you//

This is it.

bonus: Madonna - I want you

You know, one of my favourite parts of the writing process is just bumping the ideas around, and I have been blessed to have a wonderful friend such as M, who’s always there when I need to discuss different ideas or just got a bit of dialogue I really want to share. And knowing what I was writing, she sent me this song.

And I’ve been listening to it a lot ever since, and when Neil started his confession, and struggled with words, I wrote: "I want…you.” He moved closer. “The right way.”

I stopped, staring at that line, like really, Neil? This is it? Then the next song from the playlist started playing and:

//I want you the right way

I want you, but I want you to want me too//

So I just sighed and moved on, dropping a short message to M on the way.

bonus: Welshly Arms - Need you tonight

Spotify recommends the best covers, hands down. I love the original song, but this right here? It’s everything.

//How do you feel

I'm lonely

What do you think

Can't take it all

What ya gonna do

Gonna live my life

So slide over here

And give me a moment

Your moves are so raw

I've got to let you know

You're one of my kind

I need you tonight

'Cause I'm not sleeping

There's something about you girl

That makes me sweat//

bonus: TENDER - Afternoon

Every song of theirs is just incredibly sensual, so I thought it was only fair to include one of those for the scene (thank you again A, their music is everything, I swear). And this one was particularly accurate:

//I'm spendin' all of my time tryna open up

Let it breathe, let it breathe

It all comes down

To whether you love me anymore

God, I hope you do

'Cause I can't tell, I can't tell

By the look in your eyes//

bonus: Layla - Weightless

Another one for that moment.

//A silver whisper, take flight and steal into my mouth

An urge to kiss you and let this secret pleasure out

Your touch so tender, a helpless roar of golden play

This youthful slender, hallucinate my woes away

We are weightless

We are invincible

Nothin' like this

Flyin' like cannonballs//

bonus: Rob Simonsen - Soft center

While I was discussing the main plot points with A, we knew there had to be a morning after scene, and she had just a song for it. Utter perfection.

end credits: Phantogram - You’re mine

I know I say it a lot, but when A sent it to me… The way I screamed. I couldn’t believe it. The story was already like 2 parts in, I think? And this song...every line was about them. Every. Goddamn. One. And the overall I just thought to myself “oh, end credits rolling right here.”

//You don't talk to no one

Don't you look at nothing

Focus on me

Look into my eyes

Come a little closer

Let me tell you something

Eat your ego honey

Honey swallow your pride

You don't talk to no one

Don't you look at nothing

Focus on me

Look into my eyes

Come a little closer

Let me tell you something

You ain't going anywhere

'Cause you mine//

And from this part it gets even better:

//I used to be a rifle

Yeah I had my distance,

Whistling like a bullet in the sky//

//I used to be a psycho

Yeah I had my demons,

Crawling like a spider up my spine//

*incoherent screaming*

And the next part took me right back to the very first scene.

//I spotted you the second I walked in the building

I knew that you had let me get you high//

Right? Right???

//I wanna hear the things you say when no-one's listening

But that don't matter anyway...

'Cause you're mine//

And that’s it.

Damn, what a wild ride that was.

Thank you for staying with me until the very end.

#smoke & mirrors #smoke & mirrors playlist #bts smoke & mirrors

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This picture can kind of fit into any one of various AU's. It showcases some of the characters I like to write and draw as well as a few original characters of mine.

((WARNING: long post incoming))

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It isn't everyday that James can get everyone together in one place, so when it did finally happen he planned on making the most of it with a little photo. It took a bit of moving around, but they managed to get everyone in the shot. FRONT---- From the far north is Paula, ever the joker type she finds good humor in almost anything. When she's not out in the wilderness or at home with her faithful blue ox, Babe, she can usually be found having tea and good conversation with her closest friend, Kitty. Out of all of the youngins Kitty has taken in, Hazel is by far the fondest of the bear woman, even going as far as to call her "Auntie Paula". A title Paula seems quite happy with. When it came to the new faces of their little group, Paula was always one of the first to warm up to them, but don't let her sweet nature fool you. Personality wise, she may be a teddy bear, but she's still a bear and she's got the strength to back it up. Up next is the ever chaotic coyote Huehuecoyotl better known as Huey. Despite what people say about him, Huey is more than just an oblivious fool. In fact, he has often surprised those that doubt him with his random moments of genius. That being said while there is a method to his madness, its still madness. He can often be found at the village of Hatfield ,where all see him as the spirit of the village, hanging out with Calamity or helping James with his research on Moguels and magic. If not, then he is more than likely stealing a scarecrow somewhere. Zim found himself at a low point, not too long ago, after finding out his mission to conquer earth was in fact just a lie by the tallest to get rid of him. Without goal or purpose and dealing with the realization that he might actually be a bad person, he fell into a state of depression. But all that changed when his ship crashed and he met Erma and the Williams family. Now he has turned over a new leaf, and is determined to achieve greatness by aiding those he can. Despite this though, Zim is very much still the ego filled, deranged megalomaniac he has always been, but now with more noble goals in mind. Despite his shortcomings in socializing Zim has managed to make close friends with Spinel and Catra and even forming a relationship with Erma's old babysitter Felicia (how he managed that is a mystery even to him). Felicia has been familiar with the paranormal for a few good years now. From being the Williams go to babysitter to dating a former Irken Invader. She has taken all the weirdness in her life in stride, almost unfazed by any of it. Cool and level headed under pressure, a quick thinker and a good dose of bravery has made her infamous to those she has faced on ill terms, especially among the Irkens. The young girl Erma is certainly a unique one, being a hybrid of human and Yokai descent, people in very high places have had their eye on the little girl for a long time, and for good reason as she is a well and true powerhouse of a child with abilities straight out of a horror movie. Despite this she is very much still a child and when she's not at school or at home watching a slasher flick, or the latest episode of Warrior Unicorn Princess with Gir, she can usually be found with her friends, Hazel Hali and Kaio (last two not listed). Frosta has certainly had an adjustment period to go through and to be perfectly honest, who can blame her? After all, its not everyday you lose your home planet. Luckily she has not had to face this alone and has adjusted rather well. All things considered. Nowadays, she lives with glimmer out in the country mastering her ice powers and trying to make friends. Turns out being former royalty can be a blessing and a curse when it comes to socializing. When Kitty found Hazel one cold, snowy night she had every intention of finding her a proper home elsewhere come morning. But that very night, with the fire roaring, and the child asleep by her side as she quilted, any such notions went flying out the window when morning arrived. Sense then Hazel has been living with Kitty and James slowly and surely coming out of her shell (pun intended) and has become very fond of her new found family. Its clear to those that know her well that she still has some inner demons to work through. Spinel is the one person that could possibly hope to match Huey in terms of randomness. After Zim stopped her injector plans, with the help of the crystal gems (if you asked Zim he did it all on his own) Spinel stayed on Earth to help fix the damage to beach city and afterwards the two were practically inseparable. The Irken was surprised to learn that the Toony Gem was in fact quite the genius in her own right. Spinel helps him with a number of his experiments when she's not helping defend the local villages or hanging out with the others. She's even become quite popular with the local children, due to her zany sense of humor and neat tricks and abilities. Which has led to her taking up a side gig as an entertainer. Couch---- Despite appearances Dr. James Algernon was, in fact, human at one point in time. When he was a young boy and the "black ick" had spread across the continent James had the good fortune of running into a young Kajortoq and since then the two had grown to be quite close (much to Paula's teasing). Of course one day old James let his curiosity get the better of him, and he came to an abrupt and brutally painful end. On the bright side, he did prove Chupacabras were real..and that they could get rabies. For most folks that would be where their story ended, but it seems no one informed James of that fact. As he somehow managed to have his soul inhabit the body of one of angels bizarre puppet dolls, made from wood and the bones of some kind of canine. An expert in the fields of psychology, anthropology, biology, and things retaining to the occult and mystical Dr. Algernon is driven by two things, his love for those he considers family and his borderline obsession with understanding the workings of Magic, both of which have blinded his hindsight and common sense a few times in the past. The anxious feathered snake Quetzalcoatl, better known simply as Corn, is a quiet soul. Ever sense he was a little hatchling raised by kitty, Corn has always been more at ease alone or with the people he knows well. He earned his nickname when it was discovered the serpent boy had quite the green thumb, especially when it came to growing corn. He has certainly appreciated the additional help he has gotten recently in the form of his adopted sibling figure Hazel and his kindred spirit Wrodak. Both of which he has become rather attached too. When Kajortoq was little she was best known for two things, having a lovely singing voice that could heal the sick and for acting way older than she actually was. Now a young adult, she is still known for those things but as of recently she has become known for being the new wielder of the Red Tezcatlipoca. This is an ancient and powerful artifact that takes the form of a burning red wood-stove poker, and can harness the power of the Earth's molten core. It is also said to embody "the virtue of Judgement". Despite her cold exterior, many who know her can vouch that beneath that is a kind, nurturing women. Which has lead her to being what some would call the "mom friend" of the group. It is not too far away from the truth either, as she is already looking after three youngins, Corn, Hazel, and Charles, and has taken Catra under her wing. Many do not know what to make of Ozama Angeline, or Angel as she is known by her friends. The powerful spirit seems to be a genuinely sweet girl despite her appearance, But the fact that she comes from the "Mictlan Woods", a Realm notorious for being a place for the lost and unwanted souls of the dead; and filled with strange doll and puppet beings made of bone, cloth and other materials (some seemily made by Angel herself), made people a tad hesitant to trust her. But over time people have grown to accept the patchwork girl being around (for the most part). Nowadays when she is not in Mictlan she can be found tagging along with her adopted human sibling figure, Charles and his friends. Charles is the very definition of "Problem child" which is no surprise given that his parents were from rival villages, leading to them abandoning him to perish in the cold of winter. He was found by Angel and Amaroq (not shown). This alone would have lead to the boy having issues, but then it just so happened that he was chosen to wield the Black Tezcatlipoca, a black mass that when left on its own, nearly covered the world in an endless sleep, before being sealed away by Xipe Totec and the three siblings (Xochiquetzal, Ixtlilton and Xochipilli). When he first started using the "black ick" he planned to simply use it to end the villager's feud, but given the fact that he's a kid dealing with the people who abandoned him just for being related to someone from another village, and he now had control over a powerful magical artifact, he got a little mad with power. If it weren't for Kitty and the others' intervention, things could have gotten much worse than it already had. Nowadays he lives both in Mictlan and with Kitty, and while it took awhile, everyone has come to accept him as a member of the group. He has even managed to make a few friends. back---- An expert in illusion magick, Wrip is a master of disguise, all with the help of the magick bottles she makes herself. If that doesn't work, this resourceful rabbit often uses her skills in flattery and persuasiveness to get her way. A trick that works on most, save for her significant other Vinkle. A long time ago Vinkle was charged by the local villages to reign in the illusive rabbit, Wrip. Whos untethered nature upset them somehow. The finer details of what transpired afterword's is unknown to all, except for them. As what they have told others has, in their words, "creative licenses" but in the end, whatever happened left the two falling for each other and forming a relationship. At first glances it would appear that Vinkle is not all that bright, given his quiet and seemly distractible nature, but in reality he is simply a man of few words and is surprisingly quite perceptive of things. Catras life has been, to put it lightly, rough. Her childhood was spent as a soldier in training in "The Horde" with Adora, both of witch were raised by the dark sorceress Shadow Weaver (because that's a name of someone I'd trust around kids). It was clear to all that while Shadow Weaver loved Adora like a daughter, she merely tolerated Catra, delivering torturous punishments on the Magicat for any discrepancies caused by either of the two. This harsh treatment would leave psychological, mental, and emotional scars on Catra. This would lead to her falling into a downward spiral, into villainy, leading to her hurting and driving away the few people in her life that still cared about her. Now after defeating Horde Prime and the exodus to earth, Catra continues her journey of redemption and luckily for her it is not a journey she's taking alone. From Kajortoq who has taken her under her wing, to her two close friends and co-former villains, Zim and Spinel, and finally Glimmer one of the few people in Catras life that has stuck around (and to who she "secretly" feels very deeply for). Glimmer, the former princess of Brightmoon, was once hailed as a hero of the rebellion and their battle against the Evil Horde. (Why they called themselves "The Rebellion" despite not being concurred by the horde yet is anyone's guess.) But close to the end of the war she lost her mother Queen Angella. This set her down a dark path, where her anger and grief led her to being manipulated by Shadow weaver. The conniving sorceress convinced Glimmer to activate a powerful device that paved the way for Horde Prime to find Etheria. After his defeat and moving to earth, Glimmer now tries to fix her reputation among the other Etherians as well as redeem herself. Since coming to Earth the former Princess has had a very rocky relationship with her old friends, not only for activating the device, but also for staying with Catra who she has grown very close to (and who she secretly holds feelings for) She has also begun looking out for Frosta, who still greatly admires the sparkly princess. Icobod, the resident Book worm/stick in the mud of the group, is extremely knowledgeable in a few magical and academic fields. He is also a rather superstitious bird and is obsessed with omens, taking even the most simple ones with the utmost seriousness. Growing up in Hollow, Ichy hid his moguel nature, spending much time in his human form, fearing scrutiny by others if they knew the truth. This lead to him growing distant, even amongst his friends. Nowadays he had grown more comfortable around others, with the resident Irken taking a liking to the "large birdman of science" as he calls him. Another thing worth mentioning is that he has a considerable crush on Wrip that he has not entirely gotten over. The adoptive little sister of Icobod, Chalchiutlicue, or Calamity as she prefers to go by, is in many ways his polar opposite. With a laid back, free spirit nature, she enjoys spending time out in the wilderness with her friend Huey. Make no mistake though, Calamity may be laid back, but when the time is needed she is more than willing to do what she feels needs to be done. She is also one to usually follow her gut, trusting her instincts despite others input. This has actually contributed to her becoming the wielder of "Tlalocs Tuning fork" a large intricately designed tuning fork that grants the wilder the power to control water provided one sing a certain haunting lyric. When Catra first joined their group, Calamity was very wary of her, but nowadays she has found in some ways a kindred spirit in the Feline Humanoid. The Newest member of the group, Irina is quite the brawler, seemly always having some kind of bruise or some other injury on her. Despite this the foul mouth canine has quite the cheery disposition, witch goes well with her morbid sense of humor. Her favorite hobby. it seems, is poking fun at Calamity, the only person around who seems capable of matching her wit and despite the Lizard girls statements to the contrary, she always seems happier with the Canine girl around. Nor can anyone deny the glances the two shoot each other when they think the other isn't looking. Last but certainly not least is "Wrong Hordak", or Wrodak as usually he goes by. When the former drone was cut out of Horde Primes hivemind he was a sobbing wreck as he saw himself as impure and lacking a purpose. Later on though, he saw through Horde Primes lies and aided in his downfall. Nowadays he is happy to be of assistance wherever possible. Usually helping Corn tend to his plants, or with Zim and Jame's research into the occult. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kitty, Corn, Calamity, Icobod, Huey, Wrip, Vincle, angel and chareles are from "No Evil" by Betsy Lee it can be found on YouTube and I highly recommend it especially if you love fantasy and Folklore as much as I do (witch is a LOT) Catra, Glimmer, Frosta and Wrodak are from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power on Netflix by Noelle Steven Felitia and Erma are from the Comic series Erma by Brandon Santiago Zim and Gir are from Invader Zim by Jhonen Vasquez Spinel is from the Steven Universe movie and Steven Universe Future by Rebecca Sugar Hazel is from infinity train by Owen Denis

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