#I somehow needed to step back and watch the video without everyone's thoughts interfering

[youchangedmedestiel]

Funny how it didn't trend right away after what Jensen said.

It's like the calm before the storm.

[sxnnimoon]

Blind Eyes Red || Can’t Be Tamed ch. 3

Bucky Barnes x semi!ex Black Widow!Reader

Summary: In which Y/n Y/LN, former Black Widow & Avenger is tracked down to help when a large threat becomes known. Will she make the effort to be present and fight to save her current and previous family or pack up and move to her next new life?

A/N: I DID NOT INTEND TO POST CHAPTER 3 A MONTH LATER, I’m so sorry😭. Besides that I hope you all enjoy !!

Masterlist

Obsession: intensely and constantly preoccupied with a particular thought, person, or object to the point where it dominates their thoughts and behaviors, often interfering with their daily life and well-being.

Emotional Surrender: allowing oneself to fully feel their emotions without resistance or trying to control them.

“…Take it soft and slow, my obsession grows…”

“Do we seriously have to watch this?” You shift in your seat as a video plays on the screen.

“I’m WHAT?” You look to Tony and then the ceiling as you slump back in your seat groaning.

“Now that’s the enthusiasm I’m looking for.” He points to you before smirking. “Should I brief you now or later?”

“Bite me.” You grumble.

“Normally I’d say yes but I’m a changed man.” He nods, throwing his hands up in a shrug motion.

“Please tell me you're joking right now.” You kept your gaze on Tony.

“Should I bring Pepper in here to prove it?” He furrowed his brows.

“Not your womanizer ways, the mission at hand.” Your hand coming to your face.

“Right!” He plays it off. “You’re portraying a couple. Shouldn’t be too hard given you two.”

He gestured between you and Bucky hoping the idea stuck.

“What makes you think I'm going to do this?” Your tone is more serious.

“Tell me Agent Y/L/N, what was your reason for coming back?” He asked.

“To make sure my children grow in a semi secure world.” You say. “What does that have to do with this?”

“And now do pray tell is the sole purpose of these upcoming missions?” He leans forward on the table staring at you as you go silent, the answer obvious. “No please go ahead, tell me.”

“That’s enough.” Bucky finally spoke.

“He speaks.” Tony smiles, Bucky rolling his eyes. “So we're on board?”

“Send me the details and when we leave.” You grumble, getting up and walking out of the room as Natasha turns to Bucky on his way out as well.

“You know she’s the best thing to ever happen to you right?” The pair walk alongside each other.

“You think I don’t know that?” He gives her a look. “Where are you going with this?”

“She still cares,” she confesses. “She may be trying to fool everyone else but I see right through her.”

Nat stops at the end of the hall, a look of confusion on Bucky's face.

“If you somehow manage to actually win her back, after everything you put her through.” She comes closer to him. “You’d better be saying a prayer every night of gratitude.”

He stayed quiet. Not entirely expecting Natasha to be the one to say anything about his relationship with Y/n but in a way he was glad it was brought up. It gave him a sense that maybe, just maybe things could turn around.

“Understood.” It’s all he could say. He himself still loved her and regretted every day how he handled things with her and threw away decades of memories.

The idea of working alongside him didn’t bother Y/n as much as it should have. It’s not like they’d be working closely with one another, he always had his set missions, she had hers. Yet, it’d be this one mission that she’d have to put it all aside to get the information that was needed. Tony kept the information short and simple. Attend the events set in place, mingle, get as close as possible, gather information and attack only if caught.

As you stepped off the jet you were immediately welcomed with the sun shining down on you, soaking in all that the Hawaii weather was giving you. Bucky watched from afar as you did so, a faint smile on his face he’d deny if anyone saw.

“Cars are this way.” He yelled out to you, making you stop to look at him, luggage in his grasp.

“I can take it myself.” You say reaching for it as he lifts it and puts it in the car.

“Too late,.” He closes the truck still staring at you. “You know a thank you would be nice.”

“Look at you go, you’re one act of kindness.” You clap sarcastically. “Do you want a gold star?”

He rolled his eyes getting into the driver's seat as you got into the passenger.

Upon arrival at the hotel you admired the architecture and scenery.

“Tony and his fancy taste.” You made a face of approval. “It’s nice.”

Making your way to the check in desk you were greeted.

“Checking in?” She asked.

“Yes!” You put on a smile.

“Name?” She looked at you.

“Kerova, Daila Kerova.” You give the alias you were assigned.

“Ah yes!” She exclaimed. “The newlyweds. We’ve been expecting you two.”

“That’s us!” You look at James with a fake smile, his arm sneaking around your waist pulling you closer, placing a kiss on your temple. The action catching you off guard you had to play off your startledness.

“You two are the cutest!” She gushed. “These are your room keys and the elevator there will take you up to your suite!”

Thanking her, you took the keys as James carried the bags heading for the elevator. Once in the elevator you looked confused as to why there was only one button. Pushing it you began ascending upwards, the ride was silent. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. As the door opened you were met with a mirror and table, turning the corner you went wide eyed at what looked like a living room. The bedroom to the left. The place was huge!

“Typical Stark.” You say under your breath.

“There’s just one bed.” Bucky finally spoke.

“Of course there is.” You run a hand through your hair as you turn to him. “I’ll take out here, you can take the bed.”

“No, no it’s fine.” He declined. “You take it, I’ll sleep out here.”

All you could do was nod.

“We have about two—two and half hours til we’re to start the first portion.” He said, before leaving you to your own devices.

An hour passed as you stood in just a towel, hair wet dripping down your shoulders as you looked over your suitcase cursing to yourself at the outfits Nat slid in for you.

“Y/n?” Your name was called followed by a knock on the door. “I’m heading down, I'll meet you at the stairs.”

You yelled back a response as you listened for the ding of the elevator signaling his departure.

“Nat, you are so paying for this later.” You grumbled grabbing the first dress and heading back for the bathroom to get ready.

Bucky looked at his watch once more. He’d been waiting at the bottom of the lobby stairs for you so you two could start event one of your mission.

“Where is she?” He spoke to himself, beginning to get frustrated as he turned he heard someone whistle.

His icy eyes went wide as he took in your form, a little black dress with crystal and sequin detailing all over. His eyes fell on to the sides of your curves as there were high slits. The dress hugged your curves beautifully. Your heels laced up and around your calves, lips painted in the red he adored so much on you. He was stunned, he couldn’t help the feeling that came over him as you walked towards him.

“This damn dress.” You complained as you flattened the back of it down. “Next time pick something actually my size. And less revealing.”

“Oh come on,” Nat said over coms. “You had a baby, your body looks killer.”

“Yeah, 3 years ago.” You add. “This thing sits just below my ass, one wrong move and the whole club is being flashed.

“That’s kinda the whole point.” Nat chuckled to herself.

“Moving on,” Tony chimed in. “It works, the target is young and you’re part of the mission is to flirt with him. You may have a ring on that finger but your ass is enough to keep him occupied so Barnes has enough time to plant bugs around.”

“Enough about my ass, we have a mission to get to.” You tap them away looking at Barnes, his eyes looking over you.

“What?” You question.

“Nothing.” He says, looking away. “Shall we?”

“Yeah.” You nod.

The drive towards the venue was silent. Not a word was spoken, you could hear a pin drop from it all. The only thing you could feel was the way Bucky's eyes burned into you before the car came to a stop and you’d arrived. As you enter the club from the upper level you lean over the balcony, you watch as Bucky enters from below immediately situating himself at the bar.

“Your call do- Y/L/N.” He said over coms, praying you didn’t hear his near slip up.

Your eyes shift scanning the room for your target, the once nickname you loved dearly sitting in the back of your mind trying to creep up when you locked eyes. There he was staring back. Tall, slim build, surrounded by an entourage of businessmen and women. You watched as he whispered to what had to be security, not even a minute goes by before you’re tapped on the shoulder.

“Follow me.” Was all the guard said.

“Now?” You look past his shoulders in buckys direction hoping he heard on coms.

“Yes.” The guard said, turning to walk away following behind him.

As the entrance to the section comes into place you spot him waiting for you.

“You,” he pauses. “Wow.”

His hand comes to mouth in amazement as his eyes scan your body longer than you’d like.

“Breathtaking.” He murmurs, stepping aside. “Come up.”

Walking up the steps you immediately fall into character as you brush past him, the look of his eyes burning holes as you knew he was staring at your ass.

“Drink?” He offers, going to sit next to you.

“Sure.” You smile, holding a glass out.

“You really know how to make an entrance.” He said pouring your glass halfway.

“Really now?” You take a sip looking at him. “Couldn’t tell.”

“Are you new to town?” He asks, hand ghosting next to your knee.

“Just visiting, we leave tomorrow.” You fidget with the ring on your finger.

“We?” He shifts to face you on the couch.

You raise your left hand. “My husband and I.”

“I should have known.” A smug look on his face. “Where is he now?”

“Around, I was supposed to meet him here.” You play along. “But alas, here I am.”

“Lucky me I suppose.” He was closer now.

“Perhaps.” You tense at how close he’d gotten, his face inches away when security came over. Listening in you hear one murmur, there’s been a breach before he stands up and turns to you.

“This may take awhile, enjoy yourself in the meantime.” He walks away nervously as the rest of the entourage follow suit, you now left alone. Pouring yourself more you look around the club, despite the commotion it was as if no one was phased. Some time had passed before you felt a presence near you.

“It’s done. I wanna go.” It was Bucky.

“I’m not your girlfriend, you can go without me.” You roll your eyes.

“No, but you are my wife.” His hands fell to his hips as he stood before you.

You held up your hand, “Was. Was your wife. You don’t have that right anymore.”

“Legally I do.” He took the drink from your hand.

“Hey!” You stood up, “I’m not the on-”

You stumbled over your feet into him not finishing your sentence as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder as he walked you both through the crowd, hand on on bum to keep your dress from lifting more than it already was. As he put you in the car you immediately turned away from him and looked out the window. The car ride once again silent as you secretly planned his demise. Coming to a stop outside the hotel he got out going to get the door for you but you’d already stormed out and used your powers to shut up just barely missing his fingers as you were already hopping on the elevator shutting the door telepathically, a smile on your face as you saw the look of annoyance on his face.

“Jesus Christ…” he groaned as he waited for the elevator.

”Y/n.” He called as he walked through the suite, just stopping the bedroom door from being closed.

“Move!” You demand.

“No.” He squeezes his way through.

“Leave or I’ll make you.” The familiar glow emitting from your hand.

“You wouldn’t.” He stands in front of you.

You stay quiet.

“You’d have done it by now if you were.” He called your bluff, he was right but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“What do you even want right now James?” You step back, arms crossed.

He clears his throat, hand on his hip as the other runs through his hair.

“What were you going to say back there?” He looks at you.

“I don’t know.” You avoid his gaze.

“Yet you do.” He pointed at you.

“No I don’t actually.” You fidget still avoiding him.

“You’re avoiding my gaze,” he calls out. “You’re not the greatest liar doll.”

“I have to pack my things, some of us have priorities, kids to get back to.” The emphasis on kids stinging Bucky.

“Are you ever going to let me in again?” His voice gets serious. “I’m not dumb, I know Becca is mine.”

You close your eyes trying not to cry.

“Why not tell me?” He continues. “Do you not remember the day you brought home JJ how happy I was?”

His voice began to crack, “How happy I was to have a son? I didn’t even care he wasn’t mine!”

“Bucky please…” you finally speak, opening your eyes to him right in front of you again, making your breath hitch.

“We’re back to nicknames?” He shook his head. “I may have fucked up but I would have never did that, for nearly three years too.”

Neither one of you moved. This wasn’t the place you’d thought to talk about this all with him but nothing like alcohol to help get barricades out of the way one at a time.

Sighing you looked up, he was already looking down at you. The flicker from eyes to lips going unnoticed from either of you.

“Buck—I” you whispered, staring at his lips as he leaned in.

Your lips just centimeters from each other when the clear of someone’s throat broke you both apart. Jumping and separating you noticed Natasha.

“Nat.” You give a small smile. “What are you doing here?”

Amusement was on her face, “We came early to pick you both up.”

“We?” You looked at her.

“Steve and Tony are down in the lobby.” Her response made Bucky storm out of the room to grab his things. Leaving the two of you alone.

“Don’t.” You say to her as she points from you and out the door at Barnes.

“Okay. Okay, fine.” She puts her hands up. “But that tension is just threatening to spill over.”

Rolling your eyes you nudge her, “Let’s go, they're waiting.”

Maybe it was the tension, maybe it was the anger and frustration or maybe it was the way anytime he walked in the room you couldn’t help the way you wanted to fall like you were a giddy school girl when she sees her first crush. As you walked through the lobby behind Nat some you pulled out the locket you always wore and opened it.

“If only you were here Becs, you’d give me all the answers.” You whispered to yourself quickly closing the locket away without anyone seeing when everyone came into view.

“Ready?” Steve asked.

You nod, making your way out with Nat by your side.

[mostweakhamlets]

Fears: Millennial AU WIP

A very rough WIP for my millennial/vlogger AU. It’s very rough and will be on AO3 after polishing! NOT A BBC SHERLOCK FIC. 

Summary of AU: John Watson starts making video blogs about Sherlock Holmes after he gets no credit in the Jefferson Hope case (from the novel A Study in Scarlet). Holmes, however, has failure after failure without proper support from the police and without enough experience. They’re just millennials killing the police industry. But really, they’re poor and young. Someone help them. 

It’s meant to be a late-coming-of-age AU set between the seven year gap in canon--before the The Sign of the Four and after A Study in Scarlet. 

They had started putting aside money every week to make sure they had enough to keep little luxuries in the apartment. They found the cheapest wine that they both liked and always kept at least one bottle in the fridge, opening it when they had particularly rough days.

"I don't know what I'm doing anymore."

The best way to open to one another was to be a little tipsy. Holmes especially found it easier to talk after a couple glasses of wine.

"Scotland Yard is always a step ahead of me, and they keep taking credit for my work."

They sat across from each other, curled up in their chairs. It was nearing midnight. The sky was dark, and the television was on a late night news channel that was repeating the same depressing news from that evening. Watson could have been asleep already, but they had an unspoken agreement that they had to stay up for each other during these nights. It was cathartic to be up so late in their quiet apartment when the rest of the city was still running like it had all day. It gave Watson a sense of security and growing camaraderie. Maybe a little youth, too, which too often felt like it was slipping from his fingers at the end of his 20s.

"They'll have to stop someday," he said.

"What if they don't? That's what I'm worried about. What if I'm constantly losing credit for work."

They would hardly talk about these times, though. It was too sensitive, and the conversations could only exist in these conditions. But at these times, they let go of whatever they needed to.

"I want to hear that you're scared."

Holmes looked up. His eyes were glassy and didn't understand. Didn't want to understand. He built up so many walls Watson knew from the first day they met. It would take work to break them down to see the vulnerability that he knew Holmes had. It would take time. Holmes was so afraid of looking powerless. Revealing his worries deepest fears would unravel everything he had crafted for himself. To protect himself. From the manipulative eyes of criminals and police offers. From anyone who could break him down for their benefit.

He looked at Watson almost like a kid.

"Tell me that you're scared," Watson repeated.

"Why?"

"Because you need to hear it from yourself."

Holmes rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious. When was the last time you admitted you were scared of something?"

"Fears are for children."

"Sherlock, you're never going to outgrow having fears."

He pressed his knuckles to his mouth.

"I'm afraid still," Watson said.

"I don't mean that no adults have fears," Holmes said. "I mean that I don't have fears because I'm not going to waste my time excessively worrying about things that may or may not happen and that may not even be in my control. I deal with things as they happen. I worry as they happen. I won't waste my time with hypotheticals."

"That's bullshit. You have to be afraid of something. Everyone is. You can't control it."

Watson leaned over to pour more wine in his own glass. He sat back and watched Holmes. The more he drank, the harder it was for him to hide from Watson.

"I'll tell you what I'm afraid of."

Bargains worked sometimes.

"I think I know what you're afraid of."

"What am I afraid of?"

"That you've wasted time. You tried a military career, and that didn't unfold like you wanted it to. Now you're struggling to find a practice to work in, and you're uncertain where to go because you're worried you're going to get stuck in a career you settled for."

"That's generic. That could be anyone about to turn 30."

"Is it wrong?"

Watson sighed. "No."

"See? Fears are pointless. You're not going to get stuck because you spent years studying to be a doctor, and now that you are one, you're either going to be consumed by regret regardless of your career path or your going to be satisfied because you learned how to take care of people and see them in a different way. It's a gift, John. But the fear of living in constant disappointment isn't going to help you. Almost everyone else has that fear, so the herd mentality drives to think that there's a much higher chance of it happening that what there really is."

Holmes was clever, and his words brought an odd comfort to Watson. But the self-righteousness of it made Watson dismiss any truth he said.

"I'm afraid of becoming an alcoholic."

Holmes bit his lip.

"One of the first things you knew about me was that my brother was an alcoholic," Watson said. "In my first year of university, I had to take a psychology class. My professor told us that addiction is genetic, and ever since then I've been afraid that I'm going to be an alcoholic like my brother."

"And other family?"

"My dad. When he was younger."

Holmes was quiet. Sometimes it took him a little time to process heavier emotional conversation. Watson was patient. He knew that silence wasn't an indicator of anything bad.

"I'm afraid that dropping out of university was an irreparable mistake."

They so rarely talked about Holmes dropping out of school. It never seemed like a big deal to Watson. When it came up for the first time, he had just shrugged and said, "It doesn't work for everyone."

"I could have had a degree in forensics and maybe have the Yard take me more seriously. And maybe have more resources or connections... and maybe be more successful by now."

"Do you think you would have worked for the police?"

"No!"

The somber moment was lost, and Watson broke into a smile at Holmes's disgust.

"So if you were still going to be an unconventional detective, why go about getting there in a conventional way? I'm sure you've taught yourself more than you could learn in a classroom. Besides, degrees don't really mean anything. They're just paper that says you satisfied requirements. What matters with a degree is that you learned something. And I think that you've learned plenty--and about things that the Yard knows nothing about. So why should the paper matter? The Yard'll realize that you're valuable to them and that papers don't mean anything."

Holmes's face was red from either the wine or Watson's compliment.

"What happened tonight?"

"Lestrade doesn't want me involved in his new case. I think promotions are being decided soon, and he doesn't want anything interfering with his minuscule chance of becoming a DCI."

"He'll get over it when he doesn't get promoted."

"But it'll still be my fault somehow." Holmes drained the last of his wine. "If something goes great, the inspectors get the credit. If something goes wrong, it's all on me. The only time they were almost willing to give me credit was when you made a video about the Jefferson Hope case."

"Really? That worked?"

"You didn't realize that when it became popular, the Yard would be in hot water for not giving me credit? It was hilarious. You scared them."

Watson straightened up. "I scared them?"

"It was almost a PR scandal."

"What if I uploaded more about your cases?"

"Do what you want."

"They might get a little more attention drawn to you rather than the Yard."

Holmes was drowsy from the wine. Watson could tell by the way he sank back into his chair and grinned.

"You can always come with me when I go out for cases. If clients don't mind, you can sit in on meetings. And maybe an appearance at Scotland Yard would bully them into letting me in on more interesting cases."

"Alright. I'd love to. I'm not doing anything else with my time."

"We can split the pay 50/50."

Watson would have done it for free. "We'll talk about it later. You don't make enough to split it."

"But either way we'll be partners."

The word made Watson's heart swell.

"Partners," he echoed.

He left his unfinished wine on the coffee table and walked to Holmes. He offered a hand and helped Holmes to his feet.

If their drinking sessions didn't end with a resolution, they would normally drink until they could come up with a superficial one under the deceptive haze of alcohol. It wasn't a bad way of coping. They never thought of it that way because eventually the need for drinking lessened. Eventually they were able to sit together and talk over dinner or in front of a camera if it was entertaining.

Eventually they were closer and warmer.

[depressed-sock]

Lucky Number Six

Part three:  Hope You Know How to Lie   

part 1, part 2,

Fandom: Mass Effect: Andromeda, Halo (Video Games) & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Male Ryder | Scott/Reyes Vidal, Jaal Ama Darav/Original Character(s)

Characters: Noble Six | SPARTAN-B312, Male Ryder | Scott, mentions of noble team, Reyes Vidal, Jaal Ama Darav, Liam Kosta, Cora Harper

Additional Tags: Nonbinary Character, Trans Male Character, Asexual Character, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, everyone's got anxiety and stress, Found Family

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"Blend in. You'll figure it out soon enough."

They lie still, breathing deep and even as they listen to the commotion going on around them. It doesn't sound right and they're not sure exactly why. Even the atmosphere seems different than what they're used to on a military vessel.

Too much panic over the ship hitting something?… Or maybe too little panic? People unsure how to react but not enough to say anything needs to be immediately abandoned or dealt with. Which possibly means the emergency isn't an attacking force. These people might not even be military.

Civilians? Rebels? Six is not exactly sure but as far as they can tell these people don't feel hostile. Or at least not yet anyway.

None of that explains why Six is here though. Or more importantly how they’re here. With an explosion as big as that one had been, there should have been nothing left of them. They should without a doubt be dead.

They don’t think they are though. What was death supposed to feel like? Empty? Painful? They still can't feel the pain from their wounds, just a pounding headache more than anything.

Reluctantly they open their eyes, wincing against the bright overhead lights above them. White walls, white ceiling. Cleaner than they had expected. They turn their head, watching as people run back and forth. Some of whom are forced to stop and sit on nearby hospital beds by people they assume are doctors.

"Oh good, you're awake." They turn their head to the other side, finding a man standing next to their bed. His tanned face lined with age and exhaustion. He brings up a tablet quickly typing something as he speaks, "At least that means we don't have to worry about you falling into a coma Logan."

"Who?" They scrunch their face in confusion at the unfamiliar name.

"You? Your name on file is Logan Ramirez," he frowns in response, "Hmmm, that head trauma from the explosion must have been worse than we originally thought. Sam can you scan-"

"Already done Dr.” An electronic voice followed by a blue light turns on behind them. An AI? “It appears that Mr. Ramirez experienced some brain trauma that could be interfering with their memory."

That doesn’t seem right. At least the memory issues don’t seem right. Especially considering they know their real name is definitely not Logan Ramirez. The head trauma, however, is real enough that they can still feel their brain rattling around in their skull somehow.

"Where exactly am I?" they frown, sitting up despite the man’s attempt to get them to settle back down. There’s an itch in their legs, a nervous habit to start pacing that they negate by swinging their legs off the bed and sitting up to their full height.

The doctor takes a step back, eyeing them with a strange look. "You're on the Ark Hyperion. Do you remember coming on board?"

"...No."

He sighs deeply in response, "Can you tell me the last thing you remember?"

"I was… fighting. Making a last stand against the Covenant on Reach. I pulled my grenade pins... I don't even know how I'm alive right now." They shake their head before placing it in their hands. The feeling of something not being right getting stronger by the second along with a growing headache.

They peak up to find the man somehow frowning deeper, concentrating on typing something out on his tablet before setting it down on a nearby table.

The blue light flashes again, "If I may Dr. from what I could find in Mr. Ramirez's file they may be remembering two years before the arks left. The report is heavily modified but from what I can make out they had been on assignment for the alliance military to investigate a cult and ended up sustaining severe damage from an explosion."

"So it’s possible the current explosion might be causing current memory issues while also triggering those memories," another deep sigh, "Alright, I’m actually supposed to be getting ready to head down so for now how about you rest. I’ll get Dr. T’Perro to-”

“That would be unadvised sir. If Mr. Ramirez truly has lost two years of his memory; he may react adversely to alien species.”

“What?” The man sends them a look and they shrug their shoulders unsure how to respond. As far as they remember the only aliens they have met had been trying to kill them and wipe out humanity.

Which leaves the question as to why one would be a doctor treating humans. The feeling of wrongness is suddenly overwhelming. They need more information and the best way to do that is to become insignificant so that they can do recon.

“I think I'll just lay back down for now?” they say slowly, letting themself feel the uncertainty of the situation. After all, the best lies are just the truth interrupted the wrong way.

“Fine," he pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation, "If your condition worsens Sam will alert Lexi.”

"I- okay." They nod their head, before lying back down and closing their eyes. Listening for his sigh and his steps that carry him finally out of the medical bay.

They'll wait. Just a few minutes to make sure they're clear to move.

"Mr. Ramirez-"

'not my name' they mutter as they open their eyes to glare at the ai.

"You can access any information you need on the datapad beside your bed. Including your files."

"...I can access my files?" Because apparently they have those. Even if the files are without a doubt fake.

“Yes.”

Hesitantly they grab the tablet, examining it and noting the difference from what they’re used to. More advanced? Or more like a different kind of advancement? Not the time to really delve into those questions so instead they attempt to turn it on.

And when they fail the AI thankfully turns it on for them as it uploads file after file. What they find is that the files are too well made to be a coincidence. Going even into enough detail to explain away their many surgical scars while also hiding away their enhancements. They even find added in notes about past aversions to aliens due to the ‘trauma’ experienced.

A ‘trauma’ supposedly dealt with. Such a shame that they apparently don’t have the two years’ worth of therapy they apparently went through.

Someone had to go through some trouble to give them this kind of fake identification. Specific fake information that gave them something to fall back on for any needed explanations. Why anyone would do this is a mystery. There’s a possibility that Six was very intentionally made into a sleeper agent amongst insurgents. Again.

Wouldn't exactly be the first time to be assigned something like that. Or to be thrown into a situation without information. After all, people always expected Spartans to be faceless killing machines. That kind of thinking made it easier to infiltrate terrorist organizations and wreak havoc on them from the inside.

They still don't understand why- Their brain skips a step as they watch a woman walk by. Blue skin and a head with either pulled back spikes or tentacles; human only in the way her face looks. But for some reason that immediately rubs them the wrong way. Like their brain and their perception are suddenly at war.

"Is something wrong?" The alien asks, soft and gentle, looking at them with concern. It takes them a second to even realize she? had spoken. Is this the Dr. the man had been talking about?

"I… am not sure…" they respond slowly. Hands gripping into the bedding beneath them. "I'm not sure I…” Know what you are? Too obvious a question. Play dumb, play forgetful. But never admit to not knowing something doesn’t exist. Or at least just don’t admit you don’t even know what her species is.

"You're the crewmate with the head injury, correct" she comments as she stops next to them. Not noticing or at least not showing she’s noticed the way Six’s body language subtly shifts as they sit back up, ready for a fight. Somewhere in the back of their mind, they know that it won’t come to that. "I’m Dr. Lexi T'Perro, I hear you’re having some memory issues?”

“Yes?”

“Is that a question?” she huffs out a small laugh.

“I don’t know,” they force themself to relax. Scratching the back of their head awkwardly, “I guess I have to be having some issues if I don’t even remember coming on board, right? Uhm,” they look past her. Watching as a person is brought in on a stretcher. “I think for the most part I’m physically fine and… it looks like you might need the extra bed. So if I can get the all-clear?”

She looks behind her with a frown, before turning back and washing it away with a small smile, “Let me just run a few scans-”

“Already done Dr. T’perro. Mr. Ramirez shows no sign of further damage and is slowly healing.”

“That…” she frowns as she stares at the ai, before shaking her head, “Alright then... I at least expect you to come back in the next couple of days for a check-up.”

“Of course doctor.” They nod their head, standing up and towering over her. They could overpower her easily. No weapon, no armor. She’d be easy to take down if she was a threat. But that’s not the kind of thinking that will help them. Especially right now.

The doctor doesn’t even notice it when they snatch the tablet they’d been looking through. Too busy helping other people to watch as they walk out of the medical bay without a second glance.

They stop only a few feet from the door, as they glare down at the tablet. “So.. Sam. Are you going to give me any answers?”

The only response they get is the silence of a busy ship.

[seven-for-president]

Request? I hope you don't mind, can we do one for the boys and jaehee (duh) Reacting to mc singing in the shower? ps. i love your hcs that i have read. KEEP GOING THEY ARE GREAT!

Of course I don´t mind (*^▽^*) And by the way I think duh is one of the best words ever (*≧▽≦)So here you go (/^▽^)/

_Yoosung_

° most of the time it was really nice living together, but sometime it wasn´t

° you alwys took your showers in the evening too lazy to use a hairdryer

° but as a Student Yoosung was home most of the time

° which meant that you couldn´t work on your singing-carreer under the shower

° yes, he played LOLOL, but without headphones in case you needed him

° buuut MC here, is a sneaky person so what to give him on his birthday?

° right: new headphones

° and these he had to try out immediatlely

° aka, your chance to shower without him listening

° as soon as the hot water started to pour you started singing

° and since you were sure he couldn´t hear you you went full voice with the next song

° resulting in you almost screaming Come as You are by Nirvana

° I love Nirvana XD

° you blended everything out while singing so you almost fell in the shower when you heard clapping from outside

° “MC, that was great, you should keep singing.”

° “Yoosung get the hell out of the bathroom!!”

° why, Yoosung, why?

° dammit, he heard

° now you were too embarassed to step out of the room for the next 20 minutes

° when you finally did you hoped that he wouldn´t speak up to you about it

° but we all know Yoosung….

° “Hey MC, you´re a great singer.Why don´t you try working with Zen on Musicals?”

° “Yoosung, let´s not talk about this again. EVER!”

° “But MC-”

° “EVER!!”

° and he was frightend for life <3

_Jaehee_ (because duh)

° she was usually working when you took a shower

° well, when wasn´t she working??

° but whatever

° so you could sing to your heart´s desire and as loud as you wanted to

° unfortunately for you, one day Jumin decided to let Jaehee go home earlier

° she wanted to interfer with a cat project again

° but to suprise you she neither called or texted you in advance

° you, knowing nothing of course, went to step into the shower as you always did

°  you voice echoed a bit in the room, which you thought was just perfect for singing ballads

° and you often did

° Jaehee opened the front door right as you started with your awesome opera-solo of Bohemian Rhapsody

° the thing is, it was recorded with at least four seperate persons so singing it all by yourself may sounded a little different than the original

° hands up who tries it anyways

° nevertheless personally you thought it sounded great

° but maybe someone didn´t Jaehee

° “MC, would you mind not being that loud and come out of the shower!”

° shit, why is she home already??

° “Okay, I´m comming!”

° you got out of the shower and dried yourself as quick as you could and went in the livingroom to meet Jaehee

° “Hey, you home already?”

° “I am. You know, I don´t mind if you sing in the shower, but please don´t sing Things for four voices. Alone.”

° you kind of understood what she meant …

° but anyways as you understood, you could Keep on singing songs for a single Interpreter

° and of course this wasn´t the last time she caught you singing Bohemian Rhapsody

° but hey, you got better each time

_Zen_

° if there is a king in singing under the shower, it would probably be Zen

° he was loud, but he also sang very well so you didn´t have a problem with it

° so you were a bit embarrased to sing when you knew he could hear it

° you thought your singing skills were pretty ordinary, so that wasn´t the Problem here

° his skills were miles beyond average, meaning compared to him almost everyone was bad

° that´s why you were to shy to sing around him, the fear of disapproval

° so you reduced your singing-time to the moments he was away

° that means Performances, where you didn´t watch in the audience and rehersals

° sounds like a lot of time and let me tell you, you´re right

° it was a happy coexistance between your skills and his

° you were happy, he was unknowing

° so what could possibly go wrong??

° a cancelled rehersal of Course

° you stepped into the shower and felt relaxed the moment the water hit your skin

° in the state of pure happines, you wanted to express this with singing

° so you just did

° you felt free when you sang and let the water wash away all of your thoughts

° but since you tended to be quite….loud while singing you didn´t notice the door opening

° you screamed as the shower curtains opened

° a very naked Zen stepped in to join you

° “Z-Zen, what are you doing her? And why are you in here!”

° “I heard you sing so I wanted to participate too.”

° by now your head was bright red, not only were you naked but he also heard you sing, obviously

° “Still, please get out of here.”

° Zen was probably the only Person who Comes into the shower when there is someone singing

° to say you were embarassed was by far an Understatement

° after that incident he came home early suprisingly often

° and you got afraid of showering and built in a doorlock

° true love <3

_Jumin_

° oh my god, he had one of a luxury bahroom

° seriously, you wouldn´t have been suprised is there was a Karaoke-System installed

° that would be awesome by the way

° you always took your time showering and enjoyed the Luxus

° one time you even tried to bring Elisabeth too, but cats and water on´t mix that well…

° no, rly MC?

° anyway, having such a nice bath , it would be a waste not singing in there

° it was a natural Thing after all

° maybe there wasn´t a karaoke-system installed, but a sound system wich you could connect with your phone

° so there was always music playing when you used the shower

° sometimes the real thing sometimes Karaoke

° but as much as you loved singing, you also were scarred that Jumin could find out about it

° in School you were bullied because of your voice, although it wasn´t bad

° they were all jelaous

° it resulted in a Trauma of yours, which kicked in whenever you knew someone heard your voice

° Kids in School are the most evil human beings out there..

° one day, you just started your shower-playlist, Jumin came woke up from the nap he took and to his suprise you weren´t where he last saw you

° he panicked

° but Elisabeth was kindly enough to sit ifront of the bathroom and listen to your singing

° aren´t cats great?

° he heard water and was relived you didn´t left him (for what reason whatsoever)

° but then he herd another Sound, it was……singing?

° on second thought it was really beautiful singing

° he recogniced your voiced, but didn´t fel the need to Interrupt you

° you inished your shower and got out of the room, only wearing a twle around your head and one around your chest

° “Jumin, why are you sitting infront of the bathroom?”

° “I heard you singing and before I realiced it I sat down infront of the door and listened.”

° you felt the Panic rush in your head and your vison started to get blurry, follwed by heav breathing

° “MC, is something wrong with you? Aren´t you Feeling well?”

° “I´m fine. I´m just not good with People Hearing me sing.”

° he was worried, so hadn´t any other choice than telling hi the whole Story..

° he was very caring and Held you tight till you felt better

° despite you being still afraid of being heard, those bastards from your old School somehow landed on YouTube, with the most aweful singing-video of all time

_Saeyoung/Seven_

° he was always at home

° so it was hard to get a Moment of peace under the shower

° you also weren´t quite sure he hadn´t put CTV and voice Recorders everywhere in his house

° or worse, someone else put cameras and microphones everywhere in his house

° finally! the day you waited for for sol Long came around

° Seven and Saeran went out Shopping for clothes and ice cream

° and we all know Seven probably takes his sweet time doing so

° that meant you had to use your alone-time in the best way possible

° so it was Netflix and a good Long shower for you

° and yes, in that order

° after some nice movies you turned off the TV and went into the shower

° you turned up the Radio and simply enjoyed the sounds of water and Music

° soon you couldn´t resist anymore and sang along

° the louder the better, right?

° well, your suspection was partly right

° there were Sound Recorders and cameras but they only activated when a certain Level of volume was reached

° apparently you were so loud that you crossed this Level

° so Seven got a message on his phone, informing him that the noise Level in his house was above the line

° he was afraid you fell or somthing broke or worse, there was a robbery

°  he didn´t Panic but felt a Little uneasy, so he checked the CCTV

° when he saw you singing under the shower he did two Things

° first: stopping his nosebleed, which was a reaction to your naked Body

° second: turning up the volume so he could hear you sing

° damm, you were good, so good your voice deserved to e on YouTube

° but he couldn´t just put a Video online where you sang naked in the shower

° so he turned on the Speakers and spoke to you

° “Hey Babe! Can you sing again when I´m home so that I can upload itlater?”

° you screamed, loud, very loud

° “Relax MC, I´m speaking through the Speaker up to your right.”

° “What the heck did you think, scarring me like that??!!”

° after all the time living together you weren´t embarassed anymore, far worse happend by now anyway

° you were angry

° when they got home,Saeran hurried in his room as fast as he could

° you decided to have a … talk with Seven

° don´t ask me where you learned that but he ended up tied to a chair infont of an open back of Honey Buddah Chips

° what a torture…., but brilliant

_V_

° since his eyesight was rather bad, but his Hearing was better than anyones

° the TV was always quiet, so was the Radio

° you couldn´t be loud in the house and not even curse without him knowing

° so singing in the shower was off-Limit

° he would hear you and that was embarassing, too embarassing for you

° you were a very sensible Person and not very self-confident to begin with

° it was a nice Change, when V went out with Jumin to an old class-meeting

° do´n´t get me wrong, you loved him dearly and enjoyed every Moment you could spend with him

° but it felt good being able to turn up the volume for once

° you danced through the house and sweated so much you had to take a shower afterwards

° in the shower you didn´t stop being noisy

° you sang all of your favourite Songs again and again

° and probably wasted a lot of water

° nevertheless, even if you didn´t notice, V came back

° you were still in the shower, singing nonstop and very loud

° of Course he heard

° “MC, are you in there?”    

° no answer

° “MC, can you hear me!?”

° he screamed, and it suprised you to the Point you fell and landed right on your butt

° gotta love the booty XD

° “V, you´re already back. Sorry if I was to loud.”

° you apologiced but it seemed he wasn´t angry this time

° “MC, I never knew you were such a brilliant singer. from know on, please sing to your hearts desire.”

° this was an offer you just couldn´t refuse

° the house became more lively after that, now filled with the Sound of your voice

_Saeran_

° he was the Queen of grumpy cats

° so on his bad days nothing could satisfy his will

° you got him ice cream, it was the wrong brand

° you made him his favourite Food, unfortunately his diet started today

° you were sick of himbeing like this

° but deep down you knew he couldn´t be blamed for his mood

° to calm down, you went to take a Long shower

° it cleared your head and you felt at ease like this

° soon you started humming some old children-songs and before Long you started singing too

° you didn´t know why it were children-songs, they just popped into your mind

° you dried yourself off and went back to look what Saeran was doing

° when you tried to open the door there was a resistance, preventing you from stepping outside

° “ Saeran, why are you blocking the door?”

° “Keep singing.”

° woah, did he Sound less grumpy than before??

° “Eh.. sure, but could you let me out first?”

° he did and you had to spend the rest of your day singing Songs to Saeran

° a happy ending? maybe for him but not for your voice…

Again, I have to apologize for taking this long. I lost all my editing on the text 3 times already… I think I´m going to try it again later….because itá already 11PM ｡(*^▽^*)ゞ

Anyway, I hope you liked it and it didn´t turn out that badly (*^▽^*)