#Jane is nowhere to be found. She doesn't really have anything to do with it anyway

[julieverne]

Jane rows the boat so I can use the underwater camera. She's so weak now, her body bony where it used to be muscular, her arms like twigs. I can see her biceps flex, and they're nowhere near as impressive as they used to be. I try to feed her when I can, but it feels like she's been avoiding me for some time. Either since she lost the baby, or since we lost Frost. Perhaps even when I started seeing Jack; Jane had been nice to him, but her eyes, when turned on me, have been unusually sad since. It's understandable; Jane had asked me to co-parent with her - which was a moment when Jane was as vulnerable and insecure as she had ever been. Perhaps she'd been picturing it as I'd been picturing it; the two of us exhausted, an infant held between us, the way it had been with TJ. Just the two of us, no one else, falling asleep curled together, the baby in a proper crib this time instead of being cradled in a soft blanket on a pillow surrounded by medical textbooks. Perhaps she'd been scared by that, perhaps she'd realised that it hadn't been the most heterosexual thing to ask. Perhaps I hadn't helped by calling out that she was gay out loud in our favourite dining place. Perhaps she regretted asking me; perhaps she was still mourning all the loss in her life; her almost fiance, her almost child, her former partner.

Perhaps she simply doesn't love me any more. She'd never said it. The closest she came once was "you too" after I told her I loved her. It had been enough, at the time, and now it felt like so little.

She had been engaged to Casey, or almost engaged, so it feels unfair of her to withdraw so completely once I'd found someone else to date, since she'd made it clear that she never would date me.

But if she really didn't care for me at all. then she'd never have come out here on the lake with me, in a ridiculous rowboat from a Jane Austen book. She pauses, her lanky arms easily resting on the oars, and I envy her the comfort she has in her own body.

It's peaceful here without the splashing of the oars. The lake water is clear and bright, and the sun warms my already too-freckled shoulders. I'd insisted we both wear sunscreen, and Jane had rolled her eyes but held out her hands anyway, applying her own, then tugging my hair away from the nape of my neck to slide her cool hand over the skin there, retreating with a furrowed brow as though she had only done it out of habit. I returned the favour, her thick, unruly hair spilling over my tentative fingers, the knobs of her spine harsh and obvious, painful to witness. Jane didn't flinch at my touch for once, even though it was my bare skin against hers once more, something I craved that she no longer supplied. She even relaxed after a moment, a low hum spilling from her lips as I dug in more than necessary with my fingertips at the residual tension residing there. When she tensed again I left her neck, brushed my fingers against the tips of her ears, which she'd forgotten to apply sunscreen to, and she gave me a smile that slipped all too soon from her tentative lips.

A bird calls from a tree nearby, breaking the easy silence between us as I tell Jane the species and genus from the call. Jane rolls her eyes, but not unkindly. Usually I'd have insisted on both of us wearing the life vests on the seat behind her, but Jane had rolled her eyes at those as well. She used to do anything for me, and now I am too scared to ask for even basic health and safety accommodations with her. I watch the underwater terrain from the wireless screen my camera is sending images to; technology is wonderful, for my view is unfettered. I look through the area, and when I look up Jane has an inscrutable expression on her face.

She is looking at me, and she looks scared, or annoyed, or affectionate, or perhaps all of these at once. Her eyes beneath her dark glasses give her away, and she turns and yawns, feigning disinterest.

I know her tells, but I don't push. Not now, when what we have is so fragile. Jane would probably rather swim to shore than discuss what we have between us, so I turn back to the screen.

"We might be here for a while. I packed a lunch," I tell her. I pull out an umbrella I packed to provide some shade, and Jane lashes it like a mast to the seat between us. She almost upends the boat and the basket trying to get at the food, and she calls it a pic-a-nick basket with a big grin.

She'd made me binge-watch the cartoon some years ago, falling asleep heavily against me. Curling into my lap, almost purring with contentment. I don't remember much, just that one phrase, bears in bowties, and the inherent loveliness of Jane being comfortable enough with me to snuggle up against me, my hand resting on her ribcage as it rose and fell with her breath.

Jane unfolds a large napkin into her lap while I watch the feed on the camera still, observing the fish behaviour in the area as I had proposed for the outing. Jane flings the second napkin at me, which I fit over my canary-yellow pants. I wish I'd worn my alfresco pants, but then Jane would have realised this was all a ploy to get time alone with her if I'd come any more prepared than this. The wicker basket itself is almost a giveaway; it's the thing of romance novels. I feel like I belong in one; I'm the daughter of a mobster, a wealthy heiress, an orphan, an outcast. Jane unwraps a sandwich, examines it, and from the contents she is able to ascertain that it is mine. She hands it over, then digs into her own sandwich with such relish that I'm relieved. I packed two each, but the second of mine can easily be hers too. We like a lot of the same things.

We used to even like each other, and now it feels like she can barely stand to be in the same room as me.

Was I too harsh when she jumped off that bridge? No, I was devastated to see her disappear into that dark, sinking water. To think she had so little concern if she lived or died.

That she had no reason to stay. That I wasn't reason enough to stay. It hurts even now, and I find I cannot look at her. I brush my cheek to hide a tear that comes too readily.

Along with the sandwiches, everything else of mine could be hers too, if only she wasn't so scared.

I swallow, trying not to cry, and Jane mistakes my respiratory needs for thirst and hands me a cool bottle of iced tea. I steady myself, snap the top and read her the fun fact, then spend several minutes while her mouth is full explaining why the fact is neither fun nor factual, as it has been debunked recently in a scientific forum. Jane just chews stoically, a captive audience. I let myself enjoy the moment; the sundappled water, the occassion bird call from the shore, the wading birds at the muddy banks foraging, the soft splash of water against the hull of our little sanctuary against the world, the afternoon shade finally finding us and making me shiver with the sudden refreshing coolness after such a warm day. Jane has discarded her jacket and throws it at me. It's covered in the scent of Jane, lavender and adrenaline. I have to restrain myself from huffing it.

I feel safe here; the safest I've felt for a long time, and it's because Jane is relaxed and happy, because Jane is finally eating like she has an appetite, because Jane is here. A fish swims past, circles around and mouths the camera. I jerk it out of the water with a little squeal and Jane laughs at me. It's not hurtful laughter; it's comfortable. I slide the camera back below the water, glad I am recording, for Jane's laughter will now be forever preserved.

Jane finishes both her sandwiches and looks longingly at mine. I nod, but she only takes half, handing the rest over to me. Her fingertips leave little divots in the soft bread, and I let my lips close slowly over them before I bite into cheese and salad.

She's left the same fingerprints all over my life, all over my heart. Her mother lives with me; we're intangible, intractable. The scar on my throat from being moral support; a scar that matches one of her own. The way I no longer flinch when someone I know well tries to hug me. The way I know she mumbles in her sleep about Darkwing Duck. The way she comes to me when she's scared because she trusts me above all else. The way we fit together in our sleep, no space between us for any untruths, except this one I habour so deep in my chest that I hadn't been ready to admit it until I'd seen someone else's ring on a finger I wanted to be mine.

I packed two muffins as well, and Jane devours hers with the kind of hunger that does something to me; she is so passionate and fierce that sometimes I feel the tightening in my chest, the fluttering in my stomach, the clench of muscles a little lower. She's a strong, powerful woman at her best, and to see her at her worst is no less endearing because it's her passion that had always enticed me to her.

She hands me my muffin; our fingers brush. I'm very aware that we're having what would look like a romantic picnic in a rowboat on a lake to any observers, but perhaps it hasn't struck Jane yet, and I hope it doesn't. She'll tense up and be awkward again at the implications, and she'll respond only in a series of grunts until she delivers me safely to shore.

"That was great, Maura. Something about being outdoors always gives me an appetite, and no ants out here on the boat." She smiles at me; behind her sunglasses her eyes are soft again, so I can tell she means it, that she understands that I'm trying, in my own awkward way, to make sure she's eating.

Her feet are either side of mine, her long legs splayed, and she's in a good mood for once. Well, she's cracking jokes. All I can think of is her straddling me, brushing my hair from my face, cupping my jaw. My eyes close from wanting it so much; from wanting her so much. It wouldn't be easy or convenient in a rowboat, but I'm flexible and I've already thought of at least three positions that wouldn't be too uncomfortable for either of us.

I don't know why I chose the rowboat; some romantic Anne of Green Gables notion of mine, but it feels like it's brought us closer together. She seems calm out here, perhaps even happy. Relaxed and sure of herself. She loves to prove herself, to do manly activities, to show off a little, especially to me. She's very chivalrous and entirely unwilling to explore what that means in terms of gender roles.

To me, it means Jane would be a good provider, a good protector. I see what happens to women who have neither, and it makes me scared. I know what evil lurks in the heart of men because I have seen it myself. I wasn't allowed to perform Hoyts autopsy, but I was allowed to observe. I was allowed to hold his heart; small and unremarkable in any way. Jane's heart is large and strong; I watched them measure it in echocardiography after she'd shot herself. It's as remarkable as the woman herself, even after she'd been so thoroughly broken.

I look over at her; she's watching me carefully, and I pull up the camera and tell her we can be on our way. She picks up the oars in her strong hands. I can see the scars in the bright daylight when I take down the umbrella, shining pale against her dark skin, and I want so badly to touch her, to tell her everything I cannot say because she will not listen to me.

Jane rows strongly, with a purpose, and soon we are back at the dock.

When we disembark, Jane lets me tie off on the dock, listening to my lecture on nautical knots with patience that doesn't come easily to her. She climbs out easily and holds a hand out for me.

I take it gratefully, then pull myself in against Jane. The ground is lurching unpleasantly under my feet. Jane tenses and shifts as though to push me away, but I whimper in fear and she grasps me as soon as she understands that I am not taking advantage of our proximity, merely struck by solid ground.

Her hand slides to my back; we're not hugging. We haven't hugged since before the funeral. She's holding me while I grip her, embarrassed and uncertain and unsteady on my feet in a landscape that lurches like a funhouse mirror.

It's like she thinks her sunglasses aren't transparent, because her eyes are finally soft as she looks down at me sympathetically. Her lips quirk and she leans in closer. Her eyes are focused on my mouth, but she veers away and moves her lips instead to my ear.

"Landlubber," she chuckles, her breath spilling through my hair, sliding over the very present helix of my ear. "C'mon, what did you tell me? Focus on the horizon?"

Jane turns me carefully to look over the lake again. It's disconcerting to have solid ground under my feet while my body assumes it's still swaying with the rocking of the water ahead of us. Jane holds me still, and she is solid and stable and loyal. Her hand spans my far hip, her forearm over my abdominal plain, and I can feel her deliciously soft breasts press against my back, and that is what grounds me. It's so intimate, how well she knows my body, how familiar she is with me, the gentle rub of her thumb over the crest of my hip. Her hand is so close to where I want it to be that I whimper again, but there is no fear left in me now. Jane's hand tightens its grip, pulling me closer to her, her soft warmth accepting my body against hers in a way Jane wouldn't allow if she knew how much I thought about moments like this. I close my eyes, and wait for the swaying sensation to stop. Jane hums sympathetically in my ear, and her arm remains around me as she guides me back to the car. She's worked up a little sweat from her hard work and I want to lick it from her bare throat like an animal. I want to pin her against her cop cruiser filled with fast food debris and take her, claim her as mine.

But Jane simply opens the door for me and helps me in, unaware of all my swirling thoughts. She looks at me, once, like I'm glowing in the sunlight, like she regrets everything unsaid, then turns away and starts the car.

"I have some nausea meds," Jane says finally, pointing to her glovebox. When I find them, I read the package. They're six years old and Jane won't look at me.

"Frost," I say flatly. Jane nods, her mouth a straight line, her mood instantly dark again. I take them anyway, because I feel awful, and sip from Jane's cold black coffee to wash it down. Jane holds out her hand and I pass her the coffee, watch as her lips settle on the rim, where mine had been. I watch her tongue when she pulls the cup away, and I drink again although it is afternoon and I require no further caffeine.

I want to make her pull over, I want to push her back in her seat and climb into her lap. I want to be held and comforted even though nothing is wrong. I want to hold her and make her tell me what's wrong. I want whatever is broken between us to fix itself. I want Jane to know how important she is to me, how much I love her.

But her eyes are on the road and I turn away with a sigh. I see her head move as she glances at me, and then I see her lips twitch into a smile.

"Thanks for today," Jane says, her deep voice low and confidential. "Really needed to just... be... for a while. Forget about all the pressure, trying to be what everyone wants me to be."

"The only person that matters is you." I mean that the only person she should try to please is herself, but Jane's smile grows and her hand reaches over the console and squeezes mine. She knows I can't lie, and the contact keeps me from sputtering out anything to cover up how I feel.

"The only person who matters is you," Jane repeats. "I like that."

"I meant-" I start, but Jane's hand tightens on mine, and then her thumb smoothes over my knuckles so tenderly that I know I don't have to explain, that Jane understands, that she accepts it even though part of her is still trying to be the person she thinks people want her to be. Angela. Tommy and Frankie. Korsak. Frost, may he rest in peace. Cavanaugh.

The only people realistic in their expectations of Jane, funnily enough, are my adopted mother and my biological father. Both expect Jane to keep me safe, to treasure me above all else.

Everyone else doesn't seem to see it, what's between the two of us, the way Jane calms immediately when I approach her, the way Jane looks for me the instant panic edges into her face. And perhaps that's for the best, because Jane would feel judged and slip away.

I just turn my hand so my palm meets Jane's, feeling the thick scar press against my own palm. I squeeze Jane's hand to tell her I understand, that as soon as she's ready I'm willing and waiting for her. Another smile ghosts across Jane's face and she retrieves her hand to grasp the steering wheel instead.

"It was a beautiful day," Jane says, and I return my hand to my lap. I've heard Jane sing a song like that in the shower, and the refrain repeats to take advantage of said day. However, telling her all my thoughts doesn't seem an appropriate end; it would be a shame to end such a beautiful day on a bad note, and it will be a bad note since Jane clearly isn't ready to address whatever lurks between us. Instead I hum as best as I can.

"You know U2?" Jane asks, and I'm confused. It's not a grammatically correct question, but I'm used to those from Jane. Do I know me too? Does she know me too? How well do we really know each other?

And then Jane belts out:

"You're out of luck

And the reason that you had to care

The traffic is stuck

And you're not moving anywhere"

She's not exactly wrong. We're in Boston proper now, and we're crawling between errant sets of traffic lights, always red.

Jane reaches over me to dig in her glovebox. She gives up.

"U2," she instructs, so I dig through, not knowing what she wants. She nods when I find a CD folder, and it's only when I flick through that I understand.

It's the name of a band. As usual, my minor existential crisis was for nothing. I slide it into the cruiser's cd player, and I listen to the song once Jane skips to it, familiar with the album.

"I love U2," Jane says while the cd starts. I look at her because from my understanding the band is quite pedestrian - it's not outstanding in any way. It's pop pulp with an European flavour. But at least now I understand that U2 is the band, that Jane isn't confessing - finally - her love for me. I nod in agreement and she chuckles and her face slides into the grin that always crosses it when she feels like she's gotten away with something.

I feel the warmth of the day right down in my chest now, radiating out. I pull Jane's jacket closer around me and it feels like a hug.

It feels like a road trip. It feels like coming back from summer camp on the big bus, girls singing around me

But this time I know the words, and I sing along with Jane, loving the way she chuckles when I get them wrong. She doesn't laugh at me; it's not unkind the way it had been at camp. She laughs because she thinks I'm clever and witty and funny. She laughs because she loves me.

And I love her too.

[artistic-cocoon]

I’ve been meaning to redesign a bunch of my old OCs, back from 2011 when Flipnote Hatena was still cool and I still wanted to join in on the edgy comic trend. Info abt all of them under the cut

Mark: Was boring then, still boring now. He really just existed to be Ash’s love interest and eventual boyfriend, and I never got far enough to flesh him out beyond that. Current Mark is a transgender guy who is a bit of a mess and is really just trying his best, especially when he ends up getting into things he really wants to not be in. Still gets with Ash, eventually.

Tia: The token sweet pea of the group, because every friend group had to have one. Personality wise she’s more outgoing than she was way back when, and is a fierce mom friend. She will support you when you refuse to support yourself. She'll support you when you didn’t even know you needed support. Another change is her body type is bigger, which isn’t exactly shown here, but if I draw her again (and I want to) I’ll make it more obvious.

Ryan: I considered keeping his black tips, but it wasn’t meant to be. He’s the funny guy of the group and that’s about as much as I cared to flesh him out back then. Change is that his hair is longer (enough to put in a lil ponytail, which he loves). Also, due to a very, very bad relationship with Jane which went on a couple years, he now has a service dog for anxiety. Eventually he starts dating Max, as was always planned.

Max: She was the tough girl, and still is, but is a lot less ‘I’ll punch you if you say one itty bitty thing that bugs me’. Change is that her hair is dyed red and isn’t whatever weird color I’d been going for back then, and she no longer has on eye hidden. Her style is more grunge now than the whole scene/goth thing I had gone for. Also she ends up with Ryan after having a big crush on him for years, and she despises Jane. (Fun fact: I once did a Sims 2 AMV about that whole love triangle to the song Misery Business, and I still associate that song with these characters)

Jason: The edgy asshole. He was more of an asshole back in 2011 who hated everything and was super aloof, but now he’s just a socially awkward. He’s also a demon, which was a whole big thing to the story I made him for. And he had a thing for Ash, but the fate of that was for them to have this dramatic on and off thing that didn’t work out. New Jason still had a thing for Ash and it still didn’t work out, but it was a one-time thing. Now they’re just good friends.

Jane: A horrible person. Original Jane was the stereotypical mean rich teenager who insulted everyone and I think she got with Ryan at some point but it was really manipulative, but I don’t remember what her motive was. New Jane is still terrible, but it’s more subtle manipulation that eventually turns into more obvious toxic stuff as time goes on. (I should note they’re all aged up to their 20s now)

Ash: My darling, my dear, the one that I actually gave a backstory. Her whole deal was that her stepdad killed her for some reason (I think he just hated her) but she lived, this time with a bloodthirsty demon living inside her and she had to fight against it trying to take control of her body. New Ash is now only a half-demon, and switches between using they/them and she/her pronouns bc the demon species her ‘father’ comes from are nonbinary (think the Gems from Steven Universe).

[i-love-sweet-william]

I am revealing my first and most forbidden willel au....the Jane Doe AU.........

in which El Jane is immortal and always comes back to life after her body heals from whatever killed her. the night she escaped the lab, she got shot in the leg before encountering Will gotta have that s3 bite ref, who tied it up with his shirt before going to find help.....he found something but. it wasn't help (when she later died with the shirt wrapped around her leg, her body couldn't reject the bullet so she stayed dead until it was removed during her autopsy)

the next day the party goes out searching for Will and instead find......a fucking mystery dead girl with some of Will's bloody clothes. gotta start their trauma early. anyway skipping over the police shit, when she wakes up and goes wandering around Hawkins, still looking like the corpse she was, Mike does his Mike Thing and takes her in and Dustin gets a bit too concerned with labeling her and not enough concerned with uhhhh her being around at all. Lucas is the only one using just a little bit of the party's shared braincell to consider the idea that Maybe they're fucking haunted by her now. (they're not. but like. it's a Reasonable Explanation. more reasonable than "yeah we saw and disturbed her dead body but she's not a ghost or curse and isn't targetting us specifically, there is no purposeful haunting going on")

anyway. even tho it seems to follow s1 at the start, it's a willel au because Will gets to make a lot more "on screen" contact than he did in canon. because willel can see/hear/touch each other when on different planes (living and dead) and byler can actually have a...."conversation". over the walkie talkie. but just like El didn't wanna lead the party to the gate in s1 because it was dangerous, Will also doesn't wanna tell Mike (or anyone else) where he is either. he doesn't want anyone to come risk permanent death to rescue him, not when he knows Jane found her way out, with no memories and nowhere to go (Will knows he won't have memories either but at least he'll have a place with people waiting for him)

....not to mention there's an alternative version of the au in which El's body was found by the lab people that night, and it focuses on willel working together to escape the lab and learn about their different abilities and how to unlock their memories

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I wanna yell about willel's specific dynamics depending on who's alive and who's dead and what happened the night they met and their memory triggers but that's so fucking much so I'll just save that for a willel exclusive post and go off on the party more rn

the night the party finds El in the tree, naturally they're all freaking the fuck out but henclair do momentarily try to offer up "maybe she's Asleep" as an alternative....and then everyone proceeds to lose their shit when Mike touches her and immediately recoils because she's stiff and cold as ice and no one wants to go notify any adults that they were out here but also They Found A Fucking Body. That's Not Really The Kind Of Thing To Hide Rn. and with Will's fucking clothes!!! like if any adults didn't believe he was in danger before, they sure the fuck will Now.

but they don't wanna go talk to police alone, and they also don't think they should all just leave the crime scene (because what if no one listens to them? if they leave someone out here, the adults will have no choice but to send at least one person into the woods), and they also don't want to be the person left alone in the woods with a fucking corpse, but what the fuck are they supposed to do rn.

anyway. for angst reasons, Mike gets left behind and sorta "talks to himself" (she can hear him...but she won't remember anything in detail when she wakes up) and he doesn't understand what the fuck is going on but he's so fucking sorry that they didn't find her sooner. and he's so fucking sorry that...he's glad she wasn't Will. he feels disgusting and also relieved and still concerned about Will and....he just wants to ask her what happened. because she probably knows (knew) where Will is. not to mention what state he was in when they were separated. is any of that blood Will's? is it all hers? he doesn't know.

and somewhere in his muttering he'll mention a "next time", one of the few lines directed solely at her as herself and not just someone who isn't Will or must know something about Will. about her next life, wherever she ends up (not that Mike necessarily has all his beliefs solidified by age *checks notes* 4, but it's the words that matter rn). and that's what she'll say when she vaguely recognizes Mike. "next time". and Mike's like holy fucking shit next time sure came quick

all the people that have ever been particularly good to her have been smol (Kali and the party) so she doesn't really have any subconscious motivations to Not hide from Tols if she can help it. so with slightly odd wording, she gets that idea across to Mike.

but her being hidden from adults and only appearing to the party does not help Lucas feel less haunted. and seeing her not know how to eat various foods doesn't convince Dustin that she isn't going to go apeshit and try to go for a brain next. BUT. her recognizing Will and having only words like "hide" and "help" to say about him at least convinces Mike that Will must've purposely done that for her (given the vest and shirt, and covered her in leaves). he can't really think of Will saying that to her if she was just taking shit from him and going on her merry way to hide herself

but that doesn't tell him what she was hiding from in the first place. or what happened to Will afterward

if you know anything about the ajin IBM, Jane has something vaguely like Kei's early chapter IBM. it doesn't listen to her, basically has its own consciousness. also mortal people can't see it. her "IBM" in the au is just called a Void Body and looks like she does normally, and it doing random shit is why from most povs it'll seem like she has telekinesis. it knocks shit off Mike's shelves and locks doors and whatever. but like it couldn't lift a fucking train or van or anything. it's only capable of what Jane is physically capable of. the most useful thing it does in dangerous situations is stand at Jane's back and take bullets, making it look like she stopped them with her mind or has some kind of invisible shield. (naturally Will and Kali would also have their own "IBM" but with different uses and levels of conscious control)

if Dustin tries that floating toy thing again, Jane still won't really react but her void body might take it and run or try shaking it around and Dustin will get his sci-fi thrill. floating shit is once again not going to do wonders for Lucas feeling haunted as fuck but he will eventually come around when she like. does some cool self defense shit or just anything that comes from an action movie instead of horror. also even if she can't freeze Troy's body or make him piss himself, her void body can still shove him around to copy Mike, or trip him/make him miss his punches/whatever. because physical fighting is what Jane's trained in, and the void body is just like an invisible sidekick with the same training....and no consequences of being caught

.......also. even tho I was trying to refrain from going off on willel. just. please understand that while they are both smol and physically capable, Will still has 0 formal training and Jane could throw him across the training room like a frisbee. However. Will can see both Jane and her void body in perfect clarity (unlike her previous mortal partners), and his own void body responds significantly more to his conscious control and can get him things he needs and consistently protecc and attacc, being exactly where he wants to be. it makes for interesting training matches

okay that was a lot of words I'll shut the fuck up and. maybe try to Actually post more on the au.....eventually........

[flower-slut004]

SOFT ABC BENNY

A - Affection (how do they show affection)

Benny ADORES PDA. He always has to have his hands on you somehow. He loves wrapping his arms around your waist and his chin on your head ( if you’re shorter than him) And if you’re taller than Benny, he’ll just stand on his toes to rest his head on your shoulder.

B - Balance (how do they balance you, work/school/life?)

You’re apart of the supernatural life so you two practically spend every moment with each other. In school and out of school, people can always fine the two of you in each other’s arm. When you guys are spending time apart it’s usually when Benny is with Ethan and you’re with the girls/Rory.

C - Cuddles (do they enjoy cuddling? what positions?)

Like earlier, Benny loves PDA. He especially loves it after a long day fighting monsters, he’ll come up to wrapping his arms around your shoulder and lightly put his body weight on you in a joking manner. That’s your cue to know the boy wants his cuddles. Bennys favorite positions when cuddling is either having your head resting on his chest with your arms around his waist or having his head on your lap so you could play with his hair.

D - Date (what was your first date?)

Benny would overthink everything for your first date. He wanted to make everything just perfect for you. So he enlisted the help of your best friend ( if you want Sarah/Erica/Rory/Or Ethan to be your best friend just ignore the best friend part). Your date would be in his backyard. It would consist of a picnic along with his own outdoor movie theater.

E - Excited (how excited do they get when they see you/are with you?)

Benny gets super excited when he sees you at school in the morning, he’ll drop everything to go greet you with a kiss and a pickup line. / Benny is more in awe of you dating him. He couldn’t believe you said yes when he asked you the first time.

F - Fighting (what happens when you fight)

I feel like with Bennys flirty behavior that would be the cause of most of your fights. Benny knows when you're upset when you disappear out of nowhere. Like you’re nowhere to be seen since you’re avoiding him. Benny has to track you down or pay Rory.

G - Gorgeous (pet names. what do they like to call you? what do they like to be called?)

Benny is definitely more creative for your nicknames “Sweetness, cherry, hot stuff, delicious". Anything to see you blush/ You call Benny names just to tease him by "Benny Boo, Benny Rabbit, Chipmunk, and Sweet Pea"

H - Hi (first time meeting)

The two of you met when you were asked to babysit in place of Sarah when she was "sick". You were making Jane a sandwich and having a debate over Dusk when the bell rang. Ethan was nowhere to be seen so you went to open the door. "Hey, Eth...Woah babe alert.. I mean hey! I'm Benny"

I - Intimacy (how romantic they are)

Benny loves getting you things, like flowers, teddy bears, chocolates. Bonus for him since he can practice his magic. he’s also gotten you necklaces and rings. Since you guys are still in high school he usually makes them homemade or gets a summer job.

J - Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they react to you being jealous)

Look up the definition of jealously and Benny's photo will be there. Benny isn't jealous of Ethan but he is of Rory since Rory is just as flirty as Benny. Benny tries to hide his jealousy but fails to do so. / When you're jealous, Benny doesn't know if he thinks it's cute or hot. You don't hide your jealously. You'll go right up to Benny and make a snide comment to whoever is grabbing the attention of Benny.

K - Kisses (where do they like to kiss you/how often?)

If you're shorter than Benny, he'll give you forehead kisses, a peck on the nose, or a smooch on the cheek. If you're taller than him, he likes to give you small neck kisses, press on your hand, or just a plain kiss on the lips. Benny likes to kiss you every moment he can.

L - Love (when was the first time they said i love you or realized it?)

Benny realizes it after he almost dies after Jesse's comeback and was holding him by the neck. You were crying silently as you hid in a locker. The only thing running through his mind was you. he wanted to live the rest of his life with you, he wanted to have kids with you, that’s the only thing he could think of. thankfully, Sarah saved the day and you jumped right into his arms, crying into his chest. he whispers that he loves you over and over again.

M - Moving in (when do you decide to move in together)

You guys are teenagers let's remember that, you guys definitely talked about it though. The closest you guys got to living together was when your parents were out of town and went to stay with Benny. After college, you guys finally moved in though, rented an apartment together.

N - Newborn (their reaction to starting a family)

(If you don't kids skip over this one). Benny was super excited when he found the news. He spun you around the room and couldn't stop kissing you. Benny was already coming up with star-wars-themed names for your kid. He used this as an opportunity to practice his magic just in case your child would inherit his powers/ he used them to baby-proof the apartment.

O - Open (how open you are with one another)

Benny is an open book with you. Sometimes he shares a little too much but you don't mind. You guys have this time of the day where you go under any tree you can find and spill your feelings.

P - Photos (what kind of photos you take of them/they take of you)

Benny is a bit paranoid taking photos since the whole evil Benny situation. But before Benny would take pictures of you where you weren't paying attention, smiling at him or intimate photos of course with your consent. / You love taking photos of Benny when he's sleeping or giving you a smooch.

Q - Quirks (what random habits do you have that they love or hate/vice versa)

You have a problem with being careless, most of the time you jump into situations without thinking it which upsets him. Benny loves your quirk of randomly knowing things/ Benny tends to forget things that make date nights difficult which leads to some fights. You love Benny's quirk of puffing up his cheeks when he's in thought.

R - Recovery (how you help them after an injury/vice versa)

Benny freaks out every time but tries to hide it. (not very well ) and does everything in his power to make you comfortable./ If Benny gets injured, you’re his nurse which he’ll take advantage of in his own ways.

S - Solution (how they resolve fights)

the group usually has to get you two back together after a fight. you take a break from one another, and it’s awkward for the group. Until one of you misses the other and comes back with food/promises.

T- Touch (when they need/want your touch, what will they do? how often?)

Benny wants your touch all the time. He’s big fan of PDA and always has a hand on you or around you. Usually Benny will come up and gently grab your hand to plant a kiss but if you remove your hand before he gets the chance to, he’ll rest his chin on your head/shoulder and wait.

U- Waking Up With Them

waking up with Benny is the best. he has his arms around you every single time, he somehow manages to pull you into his arms in his sleep when you go to sleep on separate sides of the bed. if you’re still asleep, he just presses kisses to your forehead, trying to wake up a bit more before getting up and starting the day. if you’re up before him, you absolutely love playing with his messy hair and stroking his cheek.

V - Vacation (where they travel with you)

Weeks after planning and planning, you and Benny finally take a trip to ( your dream location). Benny wants to visit every corner with you as well as getting a souvenir.

W - Wedding (how they propose/where you get married/honeymoon)

Benny is a nervous wreck when he prepares to ask you. Looking around, stuttering, and tripping. You were beginning to think you were being followed and Benny didn’t want to scare you. You finally asked him what’s up and he grabbed your hands gently to pour his heart out. Benny was scared when no response came out of your mouth but a few minutes later you were covering his face in kisses and saying yes over and over again. You really didn’t have a BIG wedding but it was all your family and friends there.

X - X-factor (what about you captivated them?)

Benny loves your bluntness. He likes it how you tell everyone the truth and you’re not sorry about it.

Y - Yawning (how they act when they’re tired)

Benny tries to hide when he’s tired so he’ll be over exaggerating his emotions but when he’s tired to the point where he can’t hide it he’ll be less clingy and kinda shut off from the group. You can tell he’s tired when he begins to mumble or just stops talking overall.

Z - Zzzz (how you fall asleep together)

Benny doesn’t care about space. he wants to be as close to you as possible, breathing in your scent and feeling your warmth.

[helloalycia]

overstepping [one] // jane banner (Wind River)

summary: after getting several voicemails from your colleague and best friend with her asking for your backup, you attempt to call her back, only to get no answer.

warning/s: mentions of rape, murder and injuries.

author’s note: this is a two parter because i finally watched Wind River and it broke my heart but also lizzie was v cute and i felt the need to write this, hope you like it x

part two | masterlist | wattpad

"C'mon, work you stupid phone," I complained for the millionth time, before standing on the chair to get a better signal.

When I saw the bars in the corner of the screen increase, a grin appeared on my lips. I loved my parents, but the fact that they lived in a remote cabin in Tennessee with zero signal was not my favourite thing.

When the bars remained, my phone decided to actually be helpful and receive all the messages, calls and voicemails I missed. I did a brief flick through, noticing nothing was too important that couldn't wait for me to return to work. As an FBI agent, I rarely got time off. And now that I had taken a two month vacation to spend with my parents, I was adamant on enjoying it, even if I was missing work a smidge.

Next were the calls, which I noticed were mostly from my colleague and close friend, Jane Banner. I furrowed my brows, realising she'd left me several voicemails, too, which was strange since she knew I was on a break from work. What could be so important?

I sighed, glancing down at my uncomfortable position standing on the chair and leaning above the wardrobe. It was the only place in the house with decent signal and the only other place that wasn’t in the middle of nowhere was twenty minutes out. Telling myself I'd just listen to one voicemail to make sure everything was okay, I played the earliest message.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry, I know you're on a break, but I just had to talk to you," it began, and Jane sounded troubled. "I was in Vegas, as you know, but I've been called out to a reservation in Wyoming where this poor girl was–" She paused, releasing a shaky breath. "She was raped and left to die out in the cold. I thought I could send in another team to take a look – y'know, usual protocol. But the coroner won't rule it a homicide and you know what that means."

I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what that meant. If it wasn't ruled a homicide, no backup would come and we had to move onto the next case. But if this girl was raped and left to die, the rapist was still out there and wasn't getting caught by the FBI.

"I can't just leave it and go," Jane continued quietly, with that recognisable passion for her job evident in her voice. "I have to do what I can. But I... I can't do this alone. It's not like other cases, Y/N. It's different out here. And there's only so much their police department can do. I know you're on a break, but I was hoping that, maybe, you could come out here and help me? It's the Wind River Indian Reservation. That's it, I guess. Bye."

The message ended and I found myself chewing on my lower lip anxiously, unable to think about anything other than Jane now. She'd worried me with that one voicemail alone – I couldn't imagine what the others said.

She was usually so good at dealing with cases, but this seemed different. She sounded shaken up, attempting to put on a brave face by the sounds of it. What was so different about this case? She didn't need me. She was capable.

Curiosity got the better of me and I played the second message, ignoring the discomfort in my arms as I stretched to maintain the signal. It was left a day after the first one.

"Hey, so I just remembered that you said you don't get much signal up there with your parents," she began apologetically. "I don't mean to– shit, it's so cold..." There was a pause, a noise in the background, then she continued, "Sorry, just turning up the heating. Anyway, I was saying. I don't mean to intrude on your break. I just– I'm hoping you'll find signal and hear this because I could really use your help. I think we've got a lead on who may have done it. It was hectic today. Really could've used that backup."

She chuckled dryly at her attempt at a joke, but all I felt was guilt. She sounded exhausted within a day of being there.

"I hope you get this," she finished with a sigh. "I should go. Got a busy day tomorrow. Hope you're doing okay. Bye."

I wasted no time in playing the next message. Three days into her case.

"I don't know why I keep sending these," she began with a hoarse voice, and my heart clenched at the sound of it. "You clearly aren't getting them in time. But it's easier talking to you like this than not at all."

It went quiet, so quiet that I thought she may have finished and forgot to hang up. But then she spoke up again, a whimper escaping her lips.

"It's so hard," she admitted. "We've covered worse cases, but this one... everything about it makes me uncomfortable. Something doesn't feel right. I've got a lead – we think it might be the boyfriend who did it and we're gonna see him tomorrow. But I don't know."

I frowned, squeezing my phone tightly because I didn't recognise the girl speaking as my friend. This girl sounded broken and I wondered what she could have discovered that made her like this.

"I've got the police department with me for backup," she said with a sniffle. "And Cory, he's a hunter whose been helping me with the case. They're all gonna be with me tomorrow. But I wish you were here, too. You always make things easier."

The lump in my throat wouldn't disappear no matter how many times I swallowed it. She made things easier, too. Always. And all I wanted to was be by her side and be there for her like she always was for me.

"Sorry about this," she said with a watery laugh, and I could imagine the embarrassed smile on her face as she did. "I sound like such an idiot. Never mind these messages. Just enjoy your break. I shouldn't be worrying you like this. See you when you get back."

The message ended and I checked to see if there were anymore, but to my disappointment, there wasn't. That message was from a few days ago and she hadn't sent anything since which was concerning in itself.

Trying not to panic for no reason, I called Jane. Hopefully everything was okay and I was being stupid. She was a fully-trained FBI agent. She could take care of herself. Right?

The call rang and rang, but nobody picked up. One missed call. No biggie. She probably heard it and couldn't find her phone or something. So, I tried again.

More ringing and no answer. Okay, no big deal. Just try again.

Another call and no answer. The chewing on my lip became more intense. Why the hell wasn't she picking up? Was she still working the case?

I waited an hour, trying again at ten minute intervals, unable to fight my concern. But there was no answer every time and I realised that I couldn't sit and wait for her to call back. Not after how she sounded in those voicemails.

No, I had to go there. She needed backup.

—

Wyoming was way colder than I could have prepared for.

I mean, technically, I prepared for nothing. I bid my parents a goodbye, threw some random clothes in a bag and caught the next plane over there. I tried for Jane's phone constantly, knowing she was never one to ignore me for this long, but there was no point. She wasn't answering, which could only mean so much.

When I reached the reservation, I had no idea where anything was or what I was looking for exactly. I just knew that as soon as the taxi dropped me off in the centre of town, I didn't know where to go.

There were a lot of locals hanging around, so my first port of call was to ask them if they'd seen Jane around – or Agent Banner, as she may have introduced herself. I showed them a picture of her on my phone, described her with vivid detail, but they just stared at me like I was crazy. I was starting to believe I was at one point, until I stopped by the convenience store.

As worried as I was for Jane's whereabouts, the chill in my bones was real. Especially my hands, which I was certain would fall off any minute. So, I decided to buy some gloves and also ask the cashier if he'd seen Jane around or heard anything of her. Whilst I was doing that, a customer caught my attention, probably having overheard my conversation.

"Did you say Jane Banner?" he asked with a quirked brow, interrupting my purchase. "The FBI lady, right?"

I nodded quickly, facing him. "Yes, that's her! D'you know where she is?"

He nodded casually. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. That big shootout that happened a few days ago, right?"

My stomach dropped. "The what?"

"The shootout," he repeated, not aware of the concern in my face. "At the drill site. A bunch of officers were killed and the FBI lady was one of the only one left standing." He tutted as he shook his head. "Very lucky that one."

A shootout? The hospital? Only one left standing? No wonder she hadn't been answering her calls.

"Can you– do you–" I stopped, clearing my throat and trying to stop freaking out. "Which hospital?"

After getting the address from him, I caught a taxi to the only hospital in town and prayed to God that Jane was okay. The one thing she'd asked for was backup and I couldn't even give her that. If I'd just looked at my messages sooner... fuck.

Getting past the front desk and to Jane's room was no issue at all. A quick flash of my FBI badge was enough for the receptionist to give me the details and wave me through. My heart was constricting in my chest the longer it took. What if it was really bad? What if that customer's intel was outdated and Jane was– no. I couldn't afford to think like that.

Upon finding Jane's room, I spotted an older man leaving through the door, being careful to close it behind him. I didn't recognise him at all.

"Excuse me," I called, earning his attention. "Is that Jane Banner's room you just came from?"

He seemed surprised, glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was speaking to him, before nodding. "Yes. Sorry, who are you?"

I pulled my badge from my pocket and showed him, though I doubted anyone would take me seriously when my eyes were watering at thought of Jane being severely injured.

"I'm her friend," I said, swallowing down the lump in my throat before lowering my badge.

"Oh, you're the backup that didn't come," he said with realisation.

My eyes flickered to the floor guiltily. He wasn't exactly wrong.

"I didn't mean it like that," he added quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

I shook my head, lifting my eyes to meet his. "It's okay. I should've... I should've been here." It went quiet as he didn't know what to say, so I looked to him halfheartedly. "I assume you're from the police department, one of the ones who helped Jane."

"Not exactly," he said, before putting out his hand for me to shake. "Name's Cory. I'm a hunter by trade."

Returning his handshake, I recalled Jane's voicemail. "Oh, yeah, she mentioned you... thank you for helping her out."

When I couldn’t, I added in my head.

He offered me a small smile and I couldn't find it in myself to return it. I must have looked like shit, since he gave me a pitiful gaze.

"You want me to catch you up before you go in?" he asked, nodding to Jane's door. "She's okay by the way."

I nodded, sucking up a breath. My nerves were eating away at me the longer I didn't see Jane – half of me was terrified of what I'd find, and the other half was afraid she'd be upset or angry because I left her to it, even when she pleaded for my help.

Cory and I took a seat down the hall and he proceeded to explain about the case and how they found the guy who raped that poor girl. The shootout was the worst bit, making me shiver with discomfort. Apparently, Jane had gotten blasted with a shotgun, puncturing her torso and neck despite the vest she wore. All of the officers with her were killed and by the sounds of it, Jane almost was, too. But Cory managed to take out the criminals and the rapist himself. When he was finished telling me, I had no words.

"She's a bit shaken up, but her surgery went well," Cory reassured with a short nod. "Does she know you're coming?"

I shook my head, voice thick with emotion. "She wouldn't answer her phone. I guess I know why now."

Cory nodded, rubbing the back of his neck before sparing me a consoling glance. "She talked about you a lot. I think it'll cheer her up seeing you. You should go."

My eyes met his, teary and stinging with unshed tears. "Thank you so much."

He shrugged bashfully, but he didn't realise all that he'd done. I gave him a small, tight smile before standing up with a sigh. No point dwelling anymore – I had to see her.

Pushing my selfish feelings aside, I sucked it up and approached Jane's room. She would either want to punch me or not, but either way, I had to see if she was okay. And so, when I opened the door slightly, heart racing in my chest, said heart jumped in my throat at the sight of her.

She was laying on the bed with wires stuck in her and, only from what I could see, bandages were covering the side of her neck. I thought she was sleeping at first, but then her head tilted towards the door curiously, and bright blue eyes widened with disbelief.

"Y/N?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "What are you– how did you get here?"

I closed the door behind me and hesitantly approached her bedside, unable to stop my eyes from soaking in the sight of her. She looked so feeble and vulnerable and unlike how I saw her last. Then, Cory's words came back to me and I began to imagine the worst scenario of her getting shot, blood seeping from her wounds, the life draining from her eyes...

"Y/N," she called, and I looked to her startlingly, hoping I didn't look as troubled as I felt.

"Sorry," I said, clearing my throat. "I, er– the messages. Voicemail. I heard them and tried calling you back, but..."

She pursed her lips, exhaling with a wince and looking up at the ceiling, as if suddenly remembering she left messages in the first place.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," I said quietly, guilt seeping back in.

"No, no, don't be," she said, and I just about noticed the pink dusting her cheeks. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have interrupted your vacation like that. I know you said you wanted a break and–"

"Jane, no, don't even say that," I cut her off, reaching for her hand in an instant. She looked my way, eyes flickering between mine nervously. I squeezed her hand gently and said, "I should have been here. You needed me and I– I didn't come. Maybe if I had, this could have ended differently."

She tried to smile, but I could see the discomfort in her eyes. "It's not that bad, honestly. It just looks bad."

I pressed my lips together, eyes falling to the bandage on her neck. Even though it was big and covered her wound, I could still make out the bruising around it from the impact of the shell. I didn't imagine the torso wound looking any different, and that thought alone made me regret leaving her alone. It was very much as bad as it looked; I knew that and she knew that.

Her lips trembled as she avoided my eyes, her own tearing up. I pushed away my guilt momentarily and changed the subject.

"So, I met Cory. He seems like a great guy."

She didn't say anything as she seemed lost in thought. Either that or she was trying not to cry in front of me. I hoped it wasn't the latter, since the last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.

"You know," I said, when she wouldn't speak, "I'm pretty sure I told you to stay safe before I left for my vacation."

At my poor attempt to lighten the mood, she cracked a small, tight smile, but a smile nonetheless, and my racing heart slowed down momentarily.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said, now that I had her attention again, and she looked my way with a softened expression. "Kind of okay. But you know... okay."

Thankfully, she knew what I meant and her hand tightened around mine.

"I'm glad you came," she returned, and I couldn't look away even if I tried. She was always able to trap me with a single gaze.

With a tug of her hand, she motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed, so I did. And then she began to ask me about my vacation, what I'd been up to this past month, how my parents were... basically anything and everything except for the case. And it was understandable, since she was reminded of it all the time. If I could be a form of escapism for her, so be it. It was the least I could do.

We spoke for hours until the nurse came in to let me know visiting hours were over and I'd have to come back tomorrow. With a regretful sigh, I got up from my seat on her bedside and stretched my limbs.

"Where are you staying?" she asked, a slight frown on her lips.

I smiled awkwardly, realising I didn't think that far ahead. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't know. I came straight here. There's gotta be a hotel or something in this town, right?"

She nodded and flicked her hand to the shelves on the other side of the room. "You should stay in my room in the inn. Key's in my bag over there."

"Oh, I don't have to do that–"

"Y/N, it's not like I'm going to be staying there anytime soon," she cut me off, smiling halfheartedly. "Please."

I chewed on my lip and nodded, giving in. When I grabbed her keys from her bag, I stopped by her bedside and gave her a supportive smile.

"I'll back first thing in the morning, if you don't mind," I said, and she finally gave me a smile that reached her eyes.

"I'd like that."

I nodded, resting a hand on hers and squeezing comfortingly. "Goodnight."

—

Though I knew Jane was okay, I still couldn't stop myself from thinking about her all night. The sight of her wounds and the broken expression on her face was enough to keep me awake. And the guilt that came with it all... why couldn't I have just picked up my damn phone?

As promised, I returned to Jane's hospital room the next morning, this time bringing some breakfast snacks from the hospital cafeteria since I knew the food would be much better than whatever they were serving her. Judging by the content expression on her face when I gave it to her, I was right.

When she finished eating, she was able to sit up slightly and move over on her bed, urging for me to join her and watch some TV with her. There was no way I was going to turn down that offer, so I slid next to her and kept a packet of sliced apples between us as we watched whatever was playing on the TV.

About halfway through watching, she spoke up randomly, taking me by surprise.

"When are you leaving?"

I tore my gaze from the screen and realised she was staring at me with intense green eyes.

"When you're well enough to," I answered truthfully.

She looked down to her hands. "You don't have to stay with me. You can go."

I studied her profile, knowing it was the wrong time to appreciate how stunning she looked even when she was makeup-free, sporting a bed head and tired.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked softly, afraid I may have overstepped.

She was quick to shake her head slightly, finally lifting her gaze to meet mine with glossy ones. "No."

I nodded, trying very hard not to smile, cleared my throat and grabbed her hand. "Then I'm not leaving. I'll be right here until you get better and I can take you home."

A ragged breath escaped her lips as she nodded in response. We both looked back to the TV and I noticed she didn't let go of my hand, her fingers warm to the touch and giving me goosebumps at the contact. But I wouldn't have had it any other way.

[i-writes-things]

The Secret

Part 5 pt.6 pt.1

Avengers x Fem!reader

(+ \) Platonic, Angst

Summary- The newest Avenger is keeping a big secret from the rest of the team...

Warnings- being shot, yelling, screaming, anxiety, and swearing.

I actually, made this gif!

"Thanks." you say walking into the Compound as Tony had come to greet you on your way in

"Y/n, there is meeting in a few minutes and we really want you there, coolio?"

"Yeah, 'course Tony." You said looking through your binder at the list you had made.

"On time, I mean." You look up at him.

"Yes, Tony, if i'm already here I'm going to be on time, its the getting here that is hard." You think about Jake, but quickly focus back on your list you wrote up the night before of what you would be telling everyone.

~~~~~

The walk to the meeting room was oddly quiet, usually you past many people exchanging hellos but this morning, there was no one.

You walk into a fairly large conference room, confronted with Nick Fury, Natasha, Steve, and Tony, taking his seat quickly.

"Take a seat, kid." Nick says flatly.

You sit in beside Tony, taking Nick's seat at the front right, farthest from the door.

"What's going on?" You ask looking around at everyone.

"We'll get to that. Just want to ask you some questions about a event that has been brought to my attention." Nick says staring you down.

But you look over at Natasha, the disappointment in her eyes are gone, it seemed as if there was no feeling in her eyes, the same with Tony and Steve, you were angry. This could have been just between you and Natasha, she just had to go and make things worse.

"It has come to my attention that for almost 2 years you were nowhere to be seen, and then randomly pop up back at S.h.i.e.l.d and rise to the top within 6 months. Then I was informed that you use to be with HYDRA. The hell did you do Y/n?" He stands there watching the room as Natasha speaks up to you in a nicer tone, a first at that.

"Y/n, we just want to understand. You know we can help you." You filled with rage at this and snapped at her

"No. NO YOU CANT HELP ME NATASHA CAUSE GUESS WHAT THEY ALREADY FOUND ME" Slamming your fists on the table and just kept going

THEY FUCKING CALLED ME FROM MY HOME! I JUST KNOW THEY WOU- WOULD" You hesitate but decide that they would find out eventually so you kept screaming at Natasha specificly....

"WOULD TAKE ME BACK THERE.." Your voice cuts off and goes straight to a whisper

"I can't go back..." You decided against saying anything about Jake, inhaling a shaky breath and sat back down in your chair, trying to wipe the tears out of your eyes.

Natasha was staring at you not knowing what to feel, Tony and Steve doing the same.

"Y/n, the hell was that?" Nick says aggravated at you.

Natasha reaches her hand out to yours, ignoring Nick.

You wince at her touch, but don't pull your hand away, or even look at her. She didn't feel the same as before.

"Y/n/n, We would never let that happen." She says sounding sad

"Why didn't you tell us?" Steve spoke up

You look over at him for the first time and he lightly smiles at you, but you whip your head around when Nick starts to talk again.

"Thanks for informing us, L/N. Sorry to break up the party but this still doesn't answer the question as to where you were for those 2 years."

Natasha leans closer to make sure she gets every last word

"I had a baby, Nick..."

He didn't correct you?

"You wouldn't know what that's like, especially having to hide it from HYDRA and then go and become an Avenger, and hide it from them too, cause of all the risks this fucking job has. Yo- You don't even have both eyes." You blurt out and instantly regret it, now sitting in fear of knowing you were off the team, talking badly to Nick, it was the end of the line for you.

He came towards you and whispered in your ear...

Your heart stopped. They knew. How?

You instantly threw him against the wall which was surprisingly easier than you thought

Natasha had her gun pointed on you and Tony already had a arm of Iron Man suit on ready to blast you, and Steve was just standing there🧍🏼His shield was being waxed this morning.

"Y/N, what the Fuck was that for?" Tony asks first

A few seconds past still with no answers

"Go on, Y/n" Natasha says which makes your heart break.

You hear the pixelated mask remove itself from the man that is supposedly Nick Fury, was now a random guy just lying there.

"That's not Nick Fury." you say steadily

"Not shit!" Tony barks back

"What did he say to you, Y/n/n?" Steve says nicely

"He- uh. Ha- Hail Hydra..." You could barely say it yourself, as you use to say in all the time at HYDRA.

You noticed that Tony was the only one that didn't wince at the words, even you winced

"And guys?" you say nervously

They all look at you, Natasha holds her gun tighter thinking you were about to try something, but Steve slowly moves closer to you.

"Guys, I- um. I have a son." You instantly look at the ground, embarrassed from what they might think.

Steve pulls you into a hug, a hug you really needed.

"So. That's where you have been?" Tony said as if it was scripted.

Natasha eyes Tony, but keeps her gun on you.

You pull away from Steve and look at Tony suspiciously, then at Natasha and once she has your gaze she nods towards Tony.

Tony's arm is flying across the room, Natasha and Steve not moving or flinching one bit. You punch Tony's face til it doesn't look like Tony anymore, but just the robot parts underneath, thankfully, you didn't want to remember him that way.

~~~~~

Natasha shoots you in the leg.

Once you noticed what had just happened you thought about the fact, that you told them. You told them your secret.

Steve picks you up and they were off.

Not the trusting, loyal, and comforting Avengers, no. The Revengers were taking you on a little trip.

Jake flooded your mind, the anxiety of not knowing if he is ok right now and that no one knows about him, and that there would be no one to pick him up, take care of him, and its not like you can just up and call Jane at a time like this.

They knew about him, they would take him, away. You panicked in the smallest way possible because of your leg, but you panicked and tried to get out of Revenge Steve's arms, but he only held you tighter.

As the Revengers walked down a corridor your leg seeming like it would burn off any minute from the pain, but everything went black before you could do anything to help yourself out of this situation.

Even broken Tony slowly follows behind them, sparks flying from his arm and face.

They do however walk by a closet on there way out of the Compound, which had multiple muffled screams coming from inside....

This one is quite long hope y'all liked it! ❤️

[savkhari]

Missing Piece

Chapter one: Despair.

Hello! First of all this is my first work in english, so there might be some errors and mispells so be patient while I get comfy. I will include art, minimum one artscene per chapter. Important note here, I am not an artist, I barely know how to draw and I use picrew me and a lot of references to do my art. This doesn't mean it's easier, I have to change a lot of things and edit them a lot. I will be switching povs between Shepard and Liara, but I think I'll be using mostly Shepard. In my mind, Shepard likes to joke around a lot and has a dark edge too, but she knows when to get serious and she cares a lot for her friends. In general, there will be a bit of humor here and there but also serious matters. Without further ado, enjoy my story. This story is on ao3 too.

Summary: The crucible is almost finished, but there's a missing piece! No one was expecting this, so the council sends Normandy's crew to find this artifact. The crew is surprised when instead of finding an object, they find a human! Shepard was Cerberu's prisioner for months and is finally rescued. But who is really Jane Shepard? Why was she on an abandoned Cerberus base? Will Liara find a way to earn her trust and her heart? Will they survive?

Log/Zhu’s Hope; 10:42 am/Alert: life signs detected; unstable weather.

Zhu’s Hope. A human colony supposedly deserted. Except it really wasn't, and there were no humans. Husks, creatures that once had dreams, hopes, families, were now simply echoes. Monstrous beings that sought only blood and destruction.

In the end that's all the reapers brought to this universe. When an Alliance admiral, Hackett he called himself, contacted me, I knew he was serious. Humans are not famous for working with other aliens, but they were desperate. We all are.

The Crucible, a large weapon supposedly capable of destroying the Reapers, was almost complete. Except for one piece. No one noticed this detail until the last instant. We call it a 'piece' because it's easier to refer to it that way. But it really could be anything. An energy beam, a base, a star, a sun... . The possibilities are endless, but our time is not. Everyone started blaming each other, until they decided to take action and contact the 'best in the galaxy' to carry out this seemingly impossible mission.

And here we were, five completely different individuals. We had known each other for a few weeks, but we were already forced to put our lives in each other's hands. This blind trust had created tensions. It's like walking down a dark hallway and jumping blindly to the void when you reach the end, waiting for someone to rescue you. We were all terrified. Some admitted it, some got angry and lashed out at everyone, and some said nothing. But that doesn't matter now, nothing matters. When an alien race that’s millenniums old threatens to destroy everything you know, you must bury the hatchet. It was easier said than done though.

Our mission on this planet is to retrieve this ‘mysterious artifact'. A few hours ago, on the ship, I found a radar signal on a planet that was supposed to be deserted; Feros. Everyone was hesitant at first, coming here was a big gamble. With enough conviction, I managed to persuade most of them and got our pilot, Joker, to land despite the weather conditions, which were not in our favor either. Doubts remained in the air, until after a few minutes of walking and killing husks that appeared seemingly out of nowhere, a large base began to loom through the sandstorm. We all assumed it was the source of the signal, and the mutants.

I checked the omni-tool on my wrist to confirm that we were indeed in the right place. I shifted uncomfortably from the cold sweat running down my temple to the base of my neck and disappearing into my tight armor.

 

"I feared I was right, but at the same time I wasn’t. After so long being empty-handed, we finally found something. But... what does this entail?"

 

I turned to my companions. The same question plastered on their faces. Was this just another random base? There was no doubt that Cerberus had numerous hidden facilities on the various planets of the galaxy. And the husks only confirmed their presence.

"Well, we've come this far, I guess we have no choice but to go in there and destroy everything." Vega approached towards the door of the base while cracking his knuckles, until Tali stepped in his way.

 

"I think we'd better find a cliff and jump off; it'll be a more pleasant death" we couldn't make out Tali's facial features very well through her helmet, but we all caught a glimpse of her rolling her eyes.

 

"We can't leave empty-handed either. We've spent a lot of resources and time finding this planet." Garrus interjected. "But Tali is right, we can't go in blind. I can't use my sniper well in close quarters."

 

"Sorry, Mr. Perfect Aim, but you're not the only one capable here. Besides, you could use the stick up your ass-"

 

"Enough" Ashely separated the two men who had come face to face. "I don't care how fragile your macho pride is. I don't care what weapon you use to get in, but the point is, we're going to do it-" Vega's eyes lit up at the thought of being able to enter the base and cause the destruction he fantasized about "-stealthily."

 

The two deflated, still having things to say to each other. They pulled themselves together the next second, looking into each other's eyes in what seemed to be a silent agreement to continue this absurd conversation later.

 

"Aye Aye, captain" James gave Ashley a military salute.

 

"I'm not the boss this time, James." Ashley looked at me in disgust. Hackett and Anderson had agreed that I would be the leader of this mission, and she didn't take it well at all, used to always being the one running the operations.

 

"Do you really care about that? There are more important things than your pride, Ashley." The lieutenant tensed even more, pointing a finger at me.

 

"Watch your tone Liara, you don't even know me."

I bit my tongue to stop the potential argument. The soldier must have sensed it, as her shoulders slumped and she turned away from me, putting her professional mask back on.

 

The lieutenant sighed and looked at me tentatively "Are you sure this is it? We can't waste any more time."

 

"I'm sure, the scanners don't lie. We're lucky. The signal seems to be coming from one floor above. We won't have to go too far in, but we must be careful. That means no shotguns, grenades, c4, drones-" I started listing off with my fingers until Tali interrupted me.

"Liara! How can you exclude Chatika like that!" the quarian ran her fingers through her omni-tool and a small pink drone started floating in front of our faces.

 

"Chati... Tali, it makes too much noise." I tried to reason with her "It's just a drone."

 

Tali gasped dramatically and put a hand on her chest, turning towards the base and stomping the ground loudly "How dare you talk about Chatika vas Paus like that!"

 

"But it's just a drone... isn't it?" they all shook their heads no, following Tali.

 

"So much for being quiet" the soldier sighed again.

"Liara, I wish you luck fixing this problem." Garrus squeezed my shoulder lightly. "It's been a pleasure meeting you."

 

"But it's only a drone!" I said desperately, a little louder than I wanted to.

 

"Keep digging your grave, blue!" James laughed, followed by an 'Ouch' when Ashley punched his arm for being so outrageous.

 

This is going to be harder than I expected....

 

I thought resignedly, following my companions.

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"So... instead of destroying a Cerberus base that's probably causing our main problem, we're going to kidnap this one..."

 

James gestured vaguely to the redhead who was looking at us curiously from the floor where she was sitting on.

We arrived at some sort of control room, probably designated for Cerberus higher-ups. Resistance was weak, surely all the husks had fled through a large hole we found in one of the walls, probably produced by one of the soldiers that tried to escape the base. Something definitely went wrong. But to our surprise, there was a cell and a person in the same room.

"That way we won't get her to cooperate! Keelah, some people, and even drones, have feelings!" - Tali scolded James and looked over her shoulder at me, turning her head with a small 'mmf' when she realized she caught my attention.

 

"Tali, I'm sorry! But it's still a drone. If you'd let me open it up, you could see that it's just a set of circuits and-"

 

This time Tali didn't make a sound. She turned to me with both hands on her chest and walked a few steps away from me, approaching the control panel and starting to hack it so she could open the cells door. "Don't talk to me or Chatika ever again!"

James let out a loud laugh as he slapped Garrus a little too hard on the back, causing him to lose his balance and almost fall flat on his face.

 

"Wow, you turians don't seem to have much balance. Seems normal to me, you're practically like a plucked chicken."

 

"Say that again asshole!" Garrus stood up quickly, invading Vega's personal space.

 

"That's enough you idiots, what do you think you're doing!" Ashley grabbed the two by the collars of their armor, trying to pull them apart as if they were two small children.

 

'Clank!'

I opened my mouth to try to stop the fight, but the bickering of my companions became a faint murmur in the back of my mind as the cell door opened, revealing the redhead much better.

Her intense green eyes suddenly met mine. I felt her gaze analyzing me up and down, not even trying to hide it. I couldn't help the faint blush that rose to my cheeks, even in this violent situation. As quickly as it started, it ended.

 

"You call your partner 'chicken' but you're the one with the Chicken Little hairstyle. Who cut your hair, a pyjak?"

 

We were all surprised by the sound of her voice, kind of low and husky, surely she hadn't spoken in a long time. Perhaps she hadn't been fed or given anything to drink either.

Garrus was the first to react to the absurd comment, letting out a big laugh. James released the turian from the collar of his armor and stalked angrily over to the cell, locking his eyes on the mysterious woman’s.

"You're in no position to joke, ketchup head! I could blow your head off with one move and we could get on with our mission."

 

"Uh-huh, I knew it. That hairstyle goes hand in hand with a lack of wit." - She grinned mischievously, spitting at Vega's feet.

 

"We need her alive." In one swift movement I grabbed James' arm, who was about to pull his gun out of the holster.

 

"We don't need another asshole on our ship!" he jerked his arm roughly to free himself from my grip.

 

"Be careful who you’re referring to!" Garrus protested.

"ENOUGH!" my voice echoed throughout the room. A pulse of biotics burst from my body, throwing a chair near me into the air and forcing Tali to duck to dodge it. Everyone froze, wide-eyed and gawking at me.

 

"James, you can't just blow everything in front of you out of the air, some missions require stealth! And stop provoking Garrus!" The turian started nodding his head, proud that I was defending him.

 

"And you!" he was surprised that I was suddenly addressing him. "Stop being offended by everything! When we were introduced, I thought you were the most capable of us, but it seems I was wrong!" I turned to Tali.

 

"I've worked most of my life with dead beings, studying their culture with almost no contact from anyone else! I'm sorry if I can't see your drone as anything more than... a drone!"

 

"And Ashley!" the lieutenant was surprised to get her turn, assuming she'd done nothing wrong. But all the times we'd fought over simply not accepting me being in command for once had worn me down quite a bit.

 

"I know you think you're the only one capable of being in charge, but you're not! You have to trust us more, we're a team, it doesn't matter who leads the mission, but that we come out victorious!" I lost my breath, my whole body shaking from the accumulated anger and frustration.

A few seconds of silence passed; everyone absorbing the information I had said. I thanked the goddess that none of them had the courage to argue with me, accepting my words with more maturity than they had shown these past few weeks. Still, I sensed it was going to be a long road.

 

"Well, that was hot." Again, the stranger interrupted everyone's thoughts. I blushed again at her boldness but recomposed myself swiftly.

 

"What's your name?" I approached her gently, though there was an edge to my voice from my recent outburst.

 

"And why should I tell you? I remind you that your friend almost killed me." She pointed her chin toward James, and I realized her hands were tied behind her back.

 

"We're all at our limit. There's a war going on and our planets are being destroyed, including Earth." I stopped James with one hand before he responded. He snorted but obeyed my command.

 

To our surprise, the redhead chuckled, completely disinterested in the information I had just given her. I was a little surprised, but quickly regained my composure. It was hard to read her.

"And what am I supposed to do- cry? Get angry?" throughout the conversation there was a dangerous smile plastered on her face, but suddenly she became serious. "This world- this universe, it's rotten. The sooner it ends, the better."

 

"We're offering you a fighting chance, so you can change it and survive-" Tali interjected.

 

"You are here because something has brought you to me." She cut the engineer off with a cold tone. I could feel Tali shift uncomfortably in her seat by the look she was giving her. "You're here for your own fucking self-interest, don't play hero on me. Who assures me you won't dissect me on your ship? No thanks, I'd rather die here." She turned her head, losing what little intrigue she felt towards us. We all flinched at her harsh words, but nobody dared to talk, too taken aback to handle this situation.

"You're right. We have been lured by a signal here; to you. And I wondered why a ‘human’ could emit a signal on a radar that supposedly detects electrical fields." This time I got close enough to touch her. I bent down and put my hand on her shoulder, noticing how she instantly tensed and snapped her head in my direction, looking surprised by my touch or words, I wasn’t sure. "Our intentions are good. I can't begin to imagine the nightmare you've been through here. Maybe you have something we're interested in, yes, I admit that. But we also want to save you. We all deserve a chance. This galaxy too, don't you think?"

 

Silence fell again in the room. I smiled softly, looking deep into her eyes. She looked like a fish out of water, until her expression hardened again. I thought I had failed, until her voice came one more time, very faintly.

 

"My name is Shepard." Her eyes moistened slightly, but her expression remained serious. "Jane Shepard." We all let out a small sigh of relief.

 

"Jane, we want to help you-" The question died in my mouth as Shepard nodded and began to stand up. We were surprised by her sudden cooperation. I mimicked her movement and was surprised when she fell forward, crushing her body into mine.

 

"Keelah!" Tali was at my side in a moment, putting a hand on my shoulder to steady me so I wouldn't fall to the ground with Shepard in my arms.

"She has a fever and is malnourished and dehydrated. Shepard, how long have you been here?" The orange light from Ashley's scanner briefly flashed across the redhead's body.

 

“I think… a few months? I can’t really remember.” Her breath was hot against my neck. I felt her weak muscles tense when she tried to stand again, failing miserably. "We have to get out of here, a patrol is on its way."

 

"And you're telling us now?!" James exclaimed and walked over to Shepard, surprised when he realized she was unconscious.

 

"Vega, Garrus, take the lead and eliminate any threats. Tali and Ashley with me, in case we get ambushed from behind." I adjusted my grip on Jane, grimacing as when I felt her ribs as I slipped my arm around her waist.

 

Everyone nodded and started moving. The guys took the lead, but Ashley put a hand on my shoulder before I could move forward. I looked at her with annoyance.

 

"I can carry her on my back, if you drag her that way you can damage her and it will only slow us down." She held up her hands in a sign of peace, showing she just wanted to help.

 

"Okay, thank you." I nodded regretfully. Shepard was slightly taller than me, and although her weight was worryingly light, it was a bit tricky to manage her body.

Ashley grabbed her in a swift movement, putting her on her back like a sack of potatoes and gripping her arms and legs so she wouldn't fall off her shoulders.

Once we were ready, we quickly headed out the door. Tali already had her drone ready, which flew over our heads. Ashley grabbed her handgun, unable to get a proper grip on her assault rifle.

James and Garrus were not far up ahead. I saw a pile of dead husks, smoke still billowing from their bodies. Seeing us, they waved at us, and we continued on our way to the ship, wary of our surroundings.

 

"There they are, kill them, but watch out for the Lazarus Project!"

 

"What do they mean by 'Project Lazarus'!" Garrus shouted so that his voice could be heard above the gunfire.

 

"Maybe you should stop and ask them!" James shouted back.

"Now is not the time!" Tali, Ashley and I screamed at the same time, fed up with their childish behavior.

 

Finally, the Cerberus squadron caught up with us, firing blindly in our direction.

 

"Good thing they want her alive!" James said, running towards us to cover our backs.

 

We started running as fast as we could. I could feel my leg muscles on fire, screaming from the extreme exertion. My companions were in a similar situation, grunting and maneuvering awkwardly to get some covering fire. Cerberus was on our heels, they had special helmets for sandstorms, while we were going blindly stumbling over corpses and rocks. At the last moment, just when we thought this was as far as our mission had gone, a cheerful voice rang out over our comm channel.

"Need me to save your asses again?" Joker laughed mischievously.

 

A combat shuttle appeared over our heads, firing at the enemy behind us and successfully annihilating them within seconds. I grimaced a bit, hearing the flesh explode and the screams of pain. We stopped running, all breathing heavily. We looked back to confirm they were dead, their lifeless corpses on the ground with a pool of blood around them. The shuttle landed next to us, kicking up more and more dust and dirt the closer it got to the ground. EDI stepped out the door, her expressionless face a relief to behold.

 

"Technically I saved their asses, Jeff." EDI scolded Joker, waving at us and gesturing for us to enter the shuttle.

 

“I love it when you are on charge.” Joker made kiss noises and we all cringed.

 

“Well, you are pretty useless since you sometimes ask me to wipe your-“

 

“EDI!” Joker shrieked, cutting the call abruptly and leaving EDI clueless of what she did wrong.

 

“I think I need a raise.” Garrus facepalmed and put his sniper rifle away.

 

“Oh, they pay you? Good to know because I think I will ask for both James and your paycheck since you like to act like children.” Tali told them off.

 

Garrus and James blushed slightly, the soldier quickly changing the subject.

 

"It was about time you got here, a little more and the Normandy would have been left with just the two of you." James said.

 

"We would have been able to handle them." Ashley shifted uncomfortably, adjusting Jane in her lap, and comically failing.

 

"Yeah, you still could have killed them by swinging Shepard's body violently. I would have at least freaked out." James scoffed at her as he realized her effort.

 

"Or I could have shot you in the leg, so you'd be bait, at least then you'd be useful for something." The lieutenant gave him a hard look as he looked away, suddenly finding the shuttle wall very interesting.

 

I put a hand on Ashley's shoulder, indicating her to let me carry Shepard since I had less heavy armor and it was going to be less awkward. She gently placed her in my lap, her head resting like dead weight on my shoulder. I secured my hands on her bony waist to keep her from flying off in the turbulence of flight. I touched her forehead and frowned. The fever was worse, we didn't have much time.

 

"EDI, tell Karin Chawkas to prepare the med bay, it's an emergency." My companions looked at me, a look of concern plastered on their faces.

 

“Of course.” EDI was still a bit taken aback for the sudden reaction of Joker a few minutes ago.

 

“EDI, he was just a bit… surprised. You don’t usually tell anyone about your private time in the bathroom.” I tried to soothe her worries, and my companions chuckled.

 

“I see. I will ask you further questions about this topic when we are secure if you don’t mind, doctor.”

 

“I-“ Her eyes began to glow, communicating with Karin at the ship and completely shutting my answer off. I noticed Garrus switching uncomfortably on his seat and looked at him, giving him a chance to speak his mind.

 

"Why would Cerberus do that to her? I hope when she recovers, she gives us answers." Garrus looked at Jane's face, as if by magic she was going to wake up and unveil all the doubts we had.

"They called her 'Project Lazarus' - do you think it has something to do with the piece we're missing?" Tali commented.

 

"Cerberus may create armies of the undead, but they don’t act without purpose. She may be the key, or she may be another mystery we don't have time to solve. We should communicate our discovery to Hackett. The council is still panicking and if we continue without answers, they will stop supplying us with resources." I replied.

 

“They panic over a fly but yeah, you are right.” James assured, laying his head on the shuttle wall, and closing his eyes.

 

The rest nodded, agreeing with me for the first time in a long time. A comfortable silence fell between us, only interrupted by the soft sound of the wind hitting the shuttle.

I looked out the window and saw the Normandy looming over the horizon with the door open, ready for our landing. I sighed and looked back at Jane, she was looking paler with each passing second.

 

"The sooner this rotten world is gone, the better."

 

Her words echoed in my head. A dark part of me agreed with her. Is a universe that is ruled by wars and death worth saving?

Only time will tell.

[originalhomestuckscenarios]

This is my first time sending a request so sorry is this doesn't fit/abide by the rules. So Zombiestuck au. Who do you think would live or die? How do you think it would play out?

Ok I have no idea how zombie stuff works (since like the only things with zombies I came across was a webcomic) so sorry but I really have no idea what people do and how it works?

Zombiestuck

Beta kids

The beta kids stick together no matter what. They have a base where they spend most of their time.

It is protected by Jade who has her sniping spot where she gets all the zombies who try to get in even though their base is allways well locked its no better to be safe than sorry.

The rest is just improving the base from the inside. However when it's clear from zombies John and Dave are setting outside traps.

Jade is also trying to plant food and is taking really good care of it.

But of course they sometimes need to go out for supplies and they allways go as a group.

They actually avoid fighting if possible while they are out since they can't be sure how many zombies are out there.

When they see other people they try to help them in any way they can. Since it's only human to help others in such tough times.

But those terrible conditions don't stop them from goofing around in their base. After all it's easier to keep your sanity if you have fun from time to time.

In the end they all survive and save few people from other groups too.

Alpha kids

Dirk managed to make few robots that were protecting their base but the base itself wasn't in perfect conditions (and Dirk tried to fix that) still the robots never let any zombie inside.

Jane also tried to set many traps around just in case and so far it was enough to keep everything away.

Jake and Roxy are taking care of gardening and wich was the most reliable food source. But they still needed to go out for other supplies from time to time.

Dirk mostly volunteered to go alone but Jake allways went with him or whoever decided to go.

They took this a bit too seriously and so the atmosphere in their base was a bit awkward expecially when Jake or Roxy tried to light up the mood.

In the end they all survived but they didn't let their guard down.

Beta trolls

They weren't doing very good job. While their base was well equipped and had very good defense they couldn't cooperate well. Karkat tried to be a good leader and keep everything together but things started collapsing quickly.

Vriska often left the base without notifying anyone. She allways came back with more supplies.

But her reckless behavior often brought zombies to the base and so Eridan had to take care of it since she allways brought the zombies to area of the base Eridan was defending.

Nepeta and Equius were Frontline fighters and so when a bigger group of zombies approach they actually risk a lot.

Feferi tried to cheer others up while taking care of any injuries. But of course the zombie bites.

Nobody knew what Gamzee Terezi and Aradia were doing to be honest and even if someone asked them none of them gave proper answer.

Sollux was doing a lot of things at once. He was defending helping Karkat with making decisions and tried to contact other people. But even though he was doing all that if anyone complained about a thing he whould just be stop out of spite.

Kanaya was also doing most of the work but she actually did everything without thinking too much about it.

And Tavros just felt useless... He tried to help around but he actually didn't do much but set up few traps around.

One day he did that he got caught off guard but Aradia reacted in time and managed to save him. However few minutes later Aradia noticed a bite mark and knew that she was fucked.

So she asked to be killed. She observed people around and knew what happened after such bite so it whould be for the better if she died now.

Nobody wanted to kill her but in the end Karkat was the one to be forced to do it.

After this incident Tavros couldn't belive that it was his fault and Vriska being a total bitch wasn't helping either.

Feferi Nepeta and Gamzee tried to help Tavros but he just couldn't listen to it. He knew that it was his fault Aradia died.

But after Sollux yelled at him Tavros managed to get himself together.

Next loss was Feferi who tried to help Eridan with bigger group of zombies Vriska yet again unintentionally brought.

After that Eridan was so mad he tried to kill Vriska at least 3 times. But he was stopped each time by Kanaya.

So he just decided to leave on his own and nobody knew what happened to him.

Next thing that happened was Vriska was getting ready to leave just like Eridan did but she was followed by Terezi their fates were also unknown. 

For some time they were doing pretty well but it couldn't last for long since yet again another person was killed... This time it was Nepeta.

Her and Equius were guarding the base outside and they were doing great job holding all the zombies off but she got bitten by one zombie she thought she took down.

At first she didn't notice that but when no zombie was around Nepeta just then looked at her leg that had a bite mark on it.

She panicked when she saw it and she knew what it meant. So she didn't keep it a secret and just told Equius about it.

He blamed himself for this and as she begged him to kill her he couldn't do it. So Gamzee did it instead.

After that Equius was even more brutal towards the undead and he destroyed any threat not carrying if he lives or dies.

He actually survived and never got bitten becouse he hit so strong and so fast that even if more than 10 zombies attacked him at once he still whould get out of the situation unscathed.

So in the end Sollux, Tavros, Karkat, Kanaya, Equius and Gamzee survived. Aradia, Feferi and Nepeta died. Eridan, Vriska and Terezi were separated from the group and were nowhere to be found.

Dancestors

They couldn't do anything right everything was in chaos and the only ones that seemed to care were Rufioh Aranea Porrim and Kankri.

Meenah was bearly ever seen in the group and she was just constantly exploring. So nobody whould even notice if she died. But she did say that she was going to join someone else instead and since then nobody heard from her.

Aranea sometimes hoped that she whould see Meenah again but she knew it was impossible so she just tried to make everything work.

Latula just tried to protect Mituna and try to lift the spirits up for everyone.

Kurloz was also in Mituna protection squad but nobody knew what in the flying fuck him and Meulin were doing. They just stood in one place and talked about God knows what.

Cronus tried to help but he wasn't sure what he was doing.

Horrus was just working on traps and ended up setting so many it was almost impossible to go outside without risking getting killed by one. But he knew the way around them and had all memorized.

And Damara was basically just doing the same thing that was happening before the apocalypse.

First death was Horrus who was attacked by bigger group of zombies while he tried to measure few things to add few more adjustments to the base itself so it whould be indestructible. He of course held them off but since he was caught off guard he couldn't get out without getting bitten.

Shortly after Cronus died while he, Porrim and Rufioh went for more supplies. He was a sacrifice that needed to be made in order for other two to live.

Next death was shortly after and it was Damara.

She wasn't taking it seriously from start to finish (but still did better job than others). She was outside doing nothing worth noting and killing each zombie she saw one time there was just too many of them.

After that things only got worse. But fortunately nobody died... Yet.

The thing is Rufioh got bitten but he didn't tell anyone. He was scared but in the end he knew that it wasn't going to end well either way.

He managed to keep it a secret but soon enough Porrim found out and she couldn't handle it calmly. So in the end he got both yelled at and killed.

In the end Aranea, Kankri, Porrim, Meuiln, Kurloz, Mituna and Latula survived. Meenah ran away. Rufioh, Horrus, Damara and Cronus died.

~Mod Kanaya