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cliickermiller · 2 years ago

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The First Kiss 2/4 - Dad! Joel x Daughter! reader, Ellie X reader

Summary: You've been on a long trip the last week, between Tess dying and your dad injuring himself to protect you and Ellie, you really needed a pick me up, instead you both get kidnapped by creepy cannibals, barely making it out alive you and Ellie both realize something crucial to your guys's friendship

warnings: This is a heavy one, but I needed to pass the time so I can also get in some storyline of Part 2 in the series, attempted assault, murder, you and Ellie both murdering a creep, you being worried what Joel will think about you liking Ellie

The Apartment felt cold, like you guys weren't meant to be there, everybody was silent, you could tell Joel didn't like the idea of having both you and Ellie, you just kept quiet only speaking with Ellie to make sure she's comfortable and okay. Ellie laid on the couch, using her bag as a pillow and your jacket as a blanket. "Dad.." You whispered walking into his room, he was laying in bed with a notebook writing things down and counting rations cards. "Yea?" He asked looking at you, your chest felt heavy, you didn't want to ask but you needed to know. As tears brimmed your eyes you looked at him "W-where's Sara?..." You whispered, you watched his body tense, you knew something happened with your father, he wasn't the same as before but neither were you. "Not right now, y/n" He whispered, you could tell it was a touchy subject but you deserve to know, she was your sister. "Dad." You said sternly sitting on the bed next to him "Why are you caught up with the fireflies?" He asked "You're barely sixteen, just about the girls age you're supposed to be protecting?" He pressed more, his tone taking more authority "If I tell you..will you..will you tell me what happened with Sara?.." You asked looking at him "Fine" He huffed, you frowned sitting back against the wall next to him. "After Tommy gave me to the military..They ran out of room in the Austin QZ..." You whispered "They gunned the truck down..I managed to get out..run to the treeline and take off for town" You whispered sadly, you could feel his eyes on you "I stayed in different houses...starved..I got attacked by clickers one day..Marlene found me and brought me to their camp..At first I was lower rank..Older guys picked on me..grabbed me..Marlene found out and left them out for dead against the infected.." You mumbled, Joel was breathing shakily, his chest hurt, why couldn't of he have looked for you? "Then you came.." You whispered "I had to convince myself you were dead..I was almost getting myself killed looking for you.." You whispered sadly.

Joel was quiet, holding you tightly in a hug, you were quiet trying not cry, he didn't need to see that "Sara...Sara didn't make it..past Austin..Soldiers shot at us and she got hit..I-I couldn't save her.." he whispered, his voice shaky "Whenever Tommy told me he saw the dead truck passengers...I lost it..I thought I lost both my girls a-and I-I promised your mother to protect you two" He rambled, your dad had changed, he was broken, he was broken and trying. You hugged him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck "I-I'm sorry dad.." You whispered "But..I'm here.." The room was quiet, Joel was quiet, but you still stayed with him till you ended up falling asleep leaning against his shoulder.

That Night you snuck out of the QZ, watching Tess grab Ellie after finding out she's infected made you huff, you didn't care people were coming, you aimed your gun at her growling "Let her go!" You yelled glaring, you glanced over scoffing as you saw Joel holding his gun pointed at you "Don't Y/n put it down!" He demanded, he knew he'd never shoot you never in hundred years but he needed you to stop. You grabbed Ellie's hand pulling her towards you before rushing down the path ahead "Y/n!" Joel yelled as you sped your pace up "Are you okay El?.." You whispered looking at her, You cared about Ellie, you couldn't help it she was just a couple months younger than you and you guys had bonded the past day, Marlene was right, she was special just not in the way Marlene thought.

Whenever you found your first safe house you ignored Joel and Tess, they're arguing about what they should do, You just stuck with Ellie "Ya know..He was alot cooler before all this.." You whispered nudging her shoulder "Oh yea? I bet" She sassed smiling playfully at you "He was..He was super cool..It's weird seeing him now" Admitting it was weird, but felt good it was weird seeing Joel, he looked exactly like your dad, and was your dad, but he acted nothing like your dad. "I'm sorry, Y/n..I overheard what happened with your sister.." Ellie whispered "It's okay..Sara was too sweet for this type of world.." You whispered looking at the ground playing with a random rock you found, Ellie watched you closely before slowly resting a hand on yours, she wasn't gonna say it out loud but whenever you stood up for her and held her hand the entire way here protectively had her face bright red with a blush, she had a girlfriend before, kinda, Riley, but she wasn't ready to talk about it yet. You accepted her hand squeezing hers gently before sighing as you heard Tess and Joel's footsteps, you pulled your hand away quickly standing up and looking at your dad. "You aimed a gun at me" You said sternly, he huffed looking at you "You've gotta understand y/n. I wasn't goning to actually shoot but I needed you to put the gun down. She's infected! She could turn at any minute and kill every one of us!" He argued before walking past you "Show me. Show me the fucking bite" He demanded, you watched Ellie nervously pull her sleeve up showing the bite mark "She's immune...it's why she needs to go to the lab" You huffed looking at him "She got bit two days ago, and she's fine" You defended, Joel sat down watching you two.

The rest of the night was awkward, you fell asleep watching over Ellie but not the same way Joel and Tess were, whenever you woke up you had your arm wrapped around Ellie protectively, your excuse you told yourself was to feel if she moved but it was comforting. It still felt tense and you hated it, but you stood your ground, nobody was hurting Ellie.

4 days later

Tess's death brought you and your dad closer together, and you were grateful but you couldn't think about that right now, Right now you needed to find a way out of here, you knew you should've left Ellie with your dad to make sure he's okay but she insisted you would need backup. Now you were being tracked by some creep after rescuing Ellie from becoming some type of main course to their dinner, you rushed into a bar hiding behind a counter nervously glancing at Ellie "Hide..I'm gonna go around and come up behind him" You whispered quietly, slowly crawling between counters nervously, you could hear him, taunting you and Ellie to fight him. You moved to a different spot whimpering whenever you heard him gasp and start to walk over making you crawl quickly to a different counter, he was gonna find you, and Ellie was gonna have to watch you get murdered.

Your heart was racing and the man was just feet away, tears brimmed your eyes and you knew this wasn't gonna end well, Joel was hurt, bad, Ellie was trapped across the room hiding behind a fallen cupboard waiting for you, whenever you peaked around the corner you were forced to the ground "No!" You screamed crying out, he grabbed you roughly flipping you forward before reaching for his belt, you struggling screaming out for help, you fought against crying and screaming as loud as possible before feeling blood splatter on your face, Ellie stood behind you two, her knife covered in blood and the man now bleeding from his neck, You quickly flipped over repeatedly slamming the brick next to you now into the mans head, you felt hands grab you quickly pulling you away and into a sitting position, you shoved them away crying loudly "No! No! no! Stop!" You cried swinging your hands around "Y/n Y/n it's me!" Ellie said sternly, You looked at her feeling relief wash over you before sobbing loudly, Ellie hugged you tightly playing with the tips of your hair "H-He was- He was gonna-" You sputtered choking on another sob "I know..I know..I've got you, y/n..I've got you" She whispered kissing the side of your head "C'mon We've gotta get out of here and back to Joel" She whispered before cupping your cheeks gently "Are you alright?..You're good to walk?.." She whispered nervously, you panted nodding, you glared at the dead body slamming your boot into his skull to make sure he was dead, Ellie quickly lead you out and towards the camp, it took you a minute to get to back to the house but whenever you did you were met with Joel stumbling out calling for you both. Ellie helped you rush to your dad letting you go so you could hug him, she stayed quiet watching the both of you. You explained to your dad what happened, your tone dull and missing any form of life as you spoke, Joel just listened trying to keep his tears back before hugging you tightly "Im so sorry baby girl" He whispered sadly keeping you close, he failed to protect you again. "Ellie saved me.." You whispered leaning back looking at him, he glanced at the redhead behind you nodding softly "I was wrong about you, kid..looks like you really are a good kid" He chuckled, you nodded humming in agreement, Joel sighed watching Ellie walk up to you kneeling next to you to wrap your hand, it being sliced open from one of the cannibals fuckers that was trying to kill Ellie. Joel could tell something was happening between you two, the way you always kept a hand hovered over Ellie's back or held her hand anytime you walked out into the real world, or the way Ellie watched you closely with everything you did, or the way she'd blush everytime you touched her hand or shoulder.

That night you were staying in a different house, not far from the last one, you just needed one with no broken window considering the raiders shot out the ones for the house you were staying in. The house still had beds and basically room setups so after clearing it out with Ellie you helped your dad in bed in the master bedroom. Now you and Ellie sat in an old kids room setting up shifts to keep watch "Y/n?" Ellie whispered after a moment "I...I thought I was gonna lose you..and..that scared me..because I didn't know..if..- nevermind, just I thought I was gonna lose you" She rambled, you looked at her smiling a bit "it's okay, Ellie..I've made it this far without dying...plus I can't leave you with mr. crankypants alone" You giggled nudging her shoulder, you couldn't put your finger on it but you really cared about Ellie, you wanted to hold her hand all the time, any chance you got, her skin was soft and her voice was soft and sweet, even though most of the things that came out of her mouth were the exact opposite of soft and sweet. "Ahhh true true" She smiled looking at you, the silence was comfortable, peaceful, other than your father's obnoxiously loud snoring. You both leaned against each other watching the sunset through the window "Do you think we would've met if this clickers thing never happened?" Ellie asked softly playing with your fingers quietly "I hope so...We click together nicely" You giggled looking at her trying to hold back even more giggles "Oh my god! That pun was horrible!" She laughed loudly, you smiled watching her in awe, she really was the prettiest girl you ever met, you thought of yourself as lucky, to be able to of been in a world where you and Ellie met and were so close in age. "Why're you looking at me like that? Ms. googly eyes" Ellie teased poking you gently "I dunno..you're pretty" You could feel your face heat up blushing, you never even had a boyfriend before the clickers came and after it wasn't exactly easy to find someone your age that was tolerable.

Ellie looked at you, you could tell she was thinking about something, or rather debating something but you couldn't tell what. That was until she grabbed your cheeks kissing you softly, you were stunned, watching as she pulled away nervously standing away from you quickly "I-I'm sorry I-Im sorry" She said going to leave the room but you grabbed her hand from your spot on the floor. "Ellie. Stop for a moment..." You whispered holding her hand gently "Are..Are you sorry you kissed me..or sorry you feel that way towards me?.." You asked nervously, Ellie huffed nervously, you could tell she was feeling trapped but you knew letting her run away would hurt you both. "I-I..Both.." She whispered defeated looking away from you "Ellie...I've...I've never had a relationship..like ever..but..I know I like you..and I haven't felt like this towards anybody..I wanna hold your hand all the time..and..I- I don't know how..I mean I don't care what my dad thinks but..I don't know what he'd think about us.." You whispered shyly, she nodded a bit slowly sitting down in front of you "Okay...So we take it slow..and keep it secret for now.." She whispered holding your hand with slightly more confidence, you smiled, looking at her before nodding. You both smiled at each other before giggling loudly, you brought your hand up to her cheek before kissing her gently, it felt right, like your brain already knew what to do. Ellie smiled against your lips squeezing your hand gently as you both pulled away, your heart and smiled dropped though whenever you heard Joel clear his throat from the hallway.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us hbo #tlou fanfiction #tlou part 1 #pedro pascal #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #joel the last of us #joel tlou

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wiretchings · 2 years ago

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memory log #84

thursday, february 13th, 2025 -- 3:08 p.m.

i worked my first shift yesterday since everything that’s happened. i didn’t really sit and think about it ahead of time, i just woke up tuesday morning and felt ready to go back. i texted sherry, “what time do you need me there tonight?” and she responded, “oh? 8 p.m. is good, i’ll be there too ^^”

it went fine, things don’t have the same vibrancy they used to right now. i think that’s on account of the trauma i’ve experienced, or whatever. i said that to elli this morning and he told me that i should think about seeing a therapist. in that moment, it felt like my mind was splintering into a dozen pieces and i almost got out of bed and walked out the door. i don’t want to fight, because i’m scared that’s going to make him leave somehow. when i said this, elliot held my face in his hands and sighed. his eyes did that thing they do when they get big and glossy, glazed over with love and sadness.

it’s difficult to talk about these things without making him feel like he has to apologize for it. because i know he blames himself for everything, and i don’t want him to. i could have walked away at any point in time, it was my own obsession and choices that lead us here. and although i’m struggling to find peace with the static in my head and the way my hands look when i stare at my lap, i feel a wave of calm when i look over at elliot, wiping down the coffee table. ironically, i wouldn’t have it any other way.

“i’ll think about it,” i reassured him, and his eyes soften a bit. “only because i don’t want this to result in me doing something stupid,” even though doing something stupid feels like it’s just on the horizon. it’s at my eye-line, staring me down every morning at the corner of my vision and i try my best to ignore it.

when i came home last night, elliot was in the shower. i entered the bathroom to brush my teeth, only for him to start humming. “what are you doing?” it came out muffled from the toothpaste taking residence in my mouth.

“just... humming a tune..” he hesitated, then continued mimicking the unknown melody.

“you weren’t doing that when i first came in,” i spat into the sink a few times, until the water ran clean.

“can’t a man be struck by inspiration due to his muse finally coming home?” he said in an exaggerated tone. it was silent for a moment before he suddenly broke it. “can i ask you something, dean?”

“sure, shoot.” i cleaned my toothbrush and returned it to its’ spot, next to elliot’s neon pink atrocity he calls a toothbrush.

“so the wings...” i felt them twitch at the acknowledgement of their existence, “they work? i mean, obviously they had to have worked for you to save me that night... but did you know that was going to happen.”

i leaned against the sink, staring through the steam that had fogged up the bathroom. “honestly, i didn’t really think. i know that somewhere in the back of my mind i had remembered that my wings saved me once before when i was in danger, but that was more of an afterthought.”

elliot paused, “...so we both could have died.”

i shrugged, never having really thought about it since that day. “it was a chance i was willing to take, i guess.”

“you’re so nonchalant about it... how very badass of you,” he chuckled, the sound of the water coming to a stop.

“more like reckless, i put both of our lives in danger going on that walk.” the steam was beginning to clear and i tensed, realizing that elliot was possibly going to exit the shower any moment now. not that i haven’t seen him naked before, but it hasn’t happened since the first time we slept together, back in november. hazy memories of our limbs tangled together and the sweetness of sweat flicked through my mind, but nothing concrete. we were both drunk, after all.

he stuck his head out of the shower suddenly, arm reaching out towards me. i took a step back, feeling a blush creeping across my face. elliot smiled, then motioned behind me, “could you hand me that towel?”

i nodded silently and gave it to him, focusing only on his face when our eyes met again. “you know, when i was falling to my presumed death, all i could think about was that i was happy i joined you on that walk. i don’t think i could have lived with myself if i had to find you, i wouldn’t be able to stop myself from thinking about what could have gone differently if i were there.” he looked down, his usual wide grin replaced with a shy smile. “and regardless of the outcome, i was comforted by the fact that we were able to share that view together.”

i didn’t know what to say, tears didn’t even have the chance to swell in my eyes, they were already rolling down my face. i was gripping the sink with my left hand and trying to wipe at my eyes with my right. elliot quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and exited the shower, cupping my cheek and wiping the tears away with his thumbs. “oh, baby... i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you cry.”

still unable to get a word out, i shook my head and rested my forehead on his bare shoulder. his wet hair was dripping onto my shirt, causing it to stick to my back. i began to sob, completely unable to control my body at this point. he took me in his arms and held me tightly, and i didn’t care how uncomfortable the wetness of his body felt pressed against mine.

after i was done crying, i helped him dry his hair and applied the ointment his doctor prescribed him onto his left eye. as i was taping a fresh piece of gauze over the wound, he began stroking my hair. “sweet thing,” he whispered.

we didn’t talk much after that, we were both tapped out emotionally and went straight to bed. i drifted from consciousness with my forehead pressed against his chest, swept away by the rhythm of his heartbeat. in the morning, i woke him by peppering kisses along his temple, down to his collarbone. when elliot’s eyes fluttered open, he looked at me with a confused look on his face, cheeks flushed. “good morning...?”

“morning,” i leaned in to kiss him deeply and he reciprocated, pulling away gently with an arch in his eyebrow.

“i thought you didn’t want... this..” he waited for a response.

“well, i’m not very interested in receiving... but i can be generous sometimes,” i grinned, hiding my face in the crook of his neck out of embarrassment. “how do you feel?” i murmured into his deep red curls.

elliot grabbed my face, his eyes bright with excitement. “of course,” he kissed me briefly, “let’s make this a morning to remember!”

i shoved him and laughed, before lacing our fingers together and nodding against his forehead. i leaned in for another kiss, then another, then another.

#captain's log #blog entry #diary entry #writing #words #fiction #wings #transmasc #queer #gay

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montanabohemian · 2 years ago

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#look #I just have a lot of feelings #and it's possible some people will look at this and be like #'no! it wasn't brutal! joel was protecting his babygirl!' #to which I would say #politely #you may have missed the central point that neil druckmann is always driving at in these games #which is: how much violence is okay in the service of love? #would you kill the world #would you kill any chance you have at having a fully trusting relationship with your child #just to keep them safe #also the way pedro played the whole thing....like sir what was going on in your head I must know!!! #idk if it was bc you're not playing joel #but it felt so much harsher than the game! #in a REALLY interesting way #full compliments to mr pascal #but like..........the clear eyed completely cold stone killer he turned into #the LACK of apparent fear and desperation #like.....what would ellie DO if she saw THAT guy! esp now post david #and the fact that that is the same man who was so careful with her #trying to draw laughs out of her and getting her attention without touching her #bc he knows she's still scared after david #and then the creeping realization that the thing he wanted to save in saving ellie #this burgeoning relationship with this daughter #is already unable to grow from the same place

yeah, sorry, I can't come in to work today. yeah, I've got to think about how the tv adaptation of the last of us expertly made you comfortable with joel's violence through making you care about ellie enough it all feels justified so that by the time he gets to the hospital, you're genuinely conflicted about the carnage he enacts, some of which may not have been strictly necessary at the level of brutality he carries it out. yeah, it's gonna be all day

#THESE TAGS #ahHHHHHHHHHHH #the last of us

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annies-marvel-imagines · 4 years ago

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Dusk Till Dawn - Part 3

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: An argument between you and Peter leads to others getting involved in your business and Ellie gives you some unexpected news.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, Hurt!reader, Hurt!Peter, jealous!Peter, and maybe some fluff.

A/N: Collaboration with my good friend, @rosaliestark01. I don’t own any GIFs.

“Y/N!” Peter yells from across the hall. You stop putting your things in your locker as you see Peter running towards you. You don’t know what’s gotten into him. He seemed perfectly fine after doping you back home after paroling.

He seemed too caught up in getting to you as soon as possible that he ended tripping over his own feet, causing Flash and a few of his “friends” to laugh at him.

“Peter?” You run to him and quickly help him up. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I-” He begins but Flash, being the dumbass that he is, cuts him off. You honestly don’t understand why Flash keeps trying to make Peter’s school life a living pain.

“Nice one, Parker,” he snorts. For some reason, his “friends” laugh as though bullying someone who is clearly better than them is suddenly the most hilarious thing in the world. “Did your parents forget to teach you how to walk?”

“At least he doesn’t walk like he has a silver spoon up his-” you try to retort, but Peter hurriedly interrupts you.

“Y/N, I have to tell you something.” Peter looks at you pleadingly and you are suddenly worried about what happened.

“What is it?” Peter grabs you loosely by your arm to lead you away from Flash and his band of laughing brainless idiots.

“I can’t tell you here,” he whispers as he drags you away from all the people watching the two of you curiously. Peter is starting to worry you even more. What is he so afraid to tell you that he has to drag you into a janitor’s closet to tell you? “I don’t think that Eloise is who she says she is.”

“Who is she, then?” You ask.

“Well... I don’t know, but I saw her talking to a man in a black ambulance and they traded stuff.” You knew that Peter didn’t trust Ellie one bit, but this had to have been him just assuming things.

“Okay. I’ll agree that that’s suspicious, but you can’t just say that she’s not who she says she is because she talked to some random dude. You’re mind is probably just blowing out of proportion,” you tell him, but the look he gives you says that you really need to listen to him. “When was this?”

“Around midnight,” he whispers. “Y/N, I don’t trust her.”

“She’s never given me a reason not to trust her. Can you please just drop it?” you beg. You didn’t want to fight with Peter about whether Ellie was trustworthy or not. Peter didn’t really know her and you did. “Are we still on for this Friday?”

“Yeah,” he nods his head. “I’ll see you there.”

You really were excited about going to the movies with Peter. He never outwardly said that it was a date, so you didn’t want to assume but this was the first time the two of you were watching a movie without your friends tagging along.

You and Peter casually walked out of the janitor’s closet, hoping that you two were casual enough to not attract attention. However, you were quickly met with Ned, MJ, and Harry’s questioning stares.

“What were you two doing?” Harry asks. You look to Peter to come up with a good excuse.

“N-Nothing,” he spits out awkwardly. You mentally facepalm because although he has no problem making up excuses on a regular basis, the one time you get caught walking out of a janitor’s closet is when he can’t come up with a proper excuse.

“Okay, well... I’m going to go back to my locker,” you say in order to escape the awkward tension that filled the air.

“I’ll come with you,” MJ said. Harry followed suit. Ever since he and Gwen broke up, he’s become a lot closer to MJ. You had a feeling that they were starting to really like each other, but it was too soon to tell.

“So how come you never told me that you were taking Gwen to homecoming?” Ned asked Peter once you, MJ, and Harry walked off.

“What? Where did you hear that?” Peter had definitely not planned on taking Gwen to homecoming and he certainly never told anyone that he planned to. If anything, he wanted to ask you.

“Ellie has been saying that you were going to ask Gwen to homecoming,” Ned said and Peter lightly winced at hearing one of his best friends call her Ellie.

“Well, Eloise is a conniving liar who doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about,” Peter says bitterly. Had you heard any of those rumors? You probably have. You and Eloise have gotten way too close for Peter’s liking.

Peter knew he shouldn’t feel jealous over you making friends, but Eloise was obviously up to no good and you were to blind see it. Plus, you felt comfortable telling Eloise what has been bothering you ever since that stupid mission you went on. It hurt that you didn’t feel comfortable talking to him, but it hurt more that you were comfortable talking to conniving Eloise Day.

“So who are you taking?” Ned asks. Peter knows who he wants to take, but he;s not sure what you would say.

“I don’t know yet,” Peter says (sort of) truthfully.

“I think you should take Y/N,” Ned suggests. He doesn’t know about Peter feels about you, but you seem like an obvious option. “or MJ. You like her, don’t you.”

“Only as a friend,” Peter says. Once upon a time, he had feeling for MJ, but they never went as deep as his feeling for you. Besides, he was sure that Harry and MJ (although neither one probably knew it) liked each other.

“Then you should totally take Y/N,” Ned suggested happily. Peter knew that if he were to ask you, it would have to be soon.

Needless to say, once Saturday came around, you were pissed. Peter hadn’t shown up to the movie and instead, you ended up sitting next to some random person who wouldn’t put his phone away, kept flirting with you during the movie, and laughed at the stupidest stuff. You ended up getting kicked out once the two of you started fighting (even though he started it). Out of all the people in the theater you had to get into a fight with, it was the owner’s stupid cousin.

On the bright side, you got a call from Ellie telling you that the DNA test result would come back on Monday. She asked about how the movie went and although you were majorly pissed at Peter, you didn’t want to give her another reason to dislike him. You told her about the movie without telling her that you were kicked out of the theater.

On Monday, you woke up to something falling on your floor. After turning on the lights, you found that instead of a something, it was a someone.

“Hey, Y/N-” Peter says quietly.

“Peter, it’s four in the morning,” you hiss. “Get out.” Peter looked taken aback by this. He always came here when he couldn’t sleep and you’ve never kicked him out before.

“But-” He suddenly looked like he had just noticed the look on your face. “You’re angry.”

“Yeah, I’m angry,’ you say, stomping over to him. “You didn’t show up.”

Peter looks at you with confusion written all over his face, which only angers you more. He stares back at you for a few seconds before he finally realizes what your talking about. Soon, his realization turn into worry.

“Oh! Y/N, I am so sorry,”he says quickly. “Something came up and I had to deal with it.”

“Right. Something always comes up.” You weren’t sure if you were being petty or not. For six, almost seven, months, you allowed everyone to forget about you and treat you like shit.

“Y/N, I can’t just stop being Spider-Man just because you wanted to see a movie,” Peter fights back. This wasn’t your first fight, but this was by far the most serious.

“First of all, I never told you to stop being Spider-Man and secondly, you were the one to ask me to the movies,” you try not to raise your voice because of how late (or early) it was.

“You could’ve asked someone else to go with you,” Peter argues. If anything, his argument only angers you more.

“You literally said that you wanted it to be just the two of us!” you yell. “Instead, I had to deal with some creep that didn’t understand the meaning of the word ‘no’!”

Hearing that you had to deal with some creep and he wasn’t there to protect you made his blood boil. He knew that he should’ve at least told you a head of time that he wouldn’t be able to make it, but he also didn’t want to admit to you that he had completely forgotten about your date. Wait. Was it a date?

“What the hell is going on in here?” Nat said, storming into the room looking grumpy and tired

“Nothing. Peter was just leaving,” you say, not wanting to fight with Peter anymore. You hated fighting with Peter, but you still felt hurt by his actions.

“Y/N-”Peter began softly.

“Both of you. Kitchen. Now” Nat demanded. The tree of you made your way to the Kitchen where Nat sat the two of you down and glared at you.

“What the hell happened to the two of you?” She asked harshly. “Since the day you two met, you’ve been a team. Best partners in the field I have ever seen. Something must have happened to make you turn on each other and I’m here to tell you to get the fuck over it. I don’t care what it is. Put it in the past. You’re best friends. You’re partners. Now start acting like it.”

She stomped back to her room, leaving you and Peter sitting quietly in the dark. You were going to say something, but he beat you to it.

“Wow,” he says, referring to Natasha’s passionate lecture. “So, um... since it’s late...?”

“Yes,” you say, offering your hand. He takes it gingerly, and you both quietly make your way back to your room. You’re already in your pajamas, but Peter is still wearing his Spider-Man suit.

“Here,” you say as you hand him a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that he left here once. After he got dressed, you both crawled into bed. “I’m sorry I got mad. Whatever it was, I’m sure it was important.”

“I’m sorry I left you alone to sit next to some creep,” he whispered. You could tell that he was being sincere and you began to wonder why you were so mad at him in the first place. Saving people was a priority and you felt bad at yelling at him over something that probably wasn’t even a date to begin with.

“At least I got a few swings in before I got kicked out,” you say, trying to lighten the mood but Peter just looked at you sadly.“Either way, the world is lucky to have Spider-Man in it.”

“And I’m lucky to have Y/N Stark as my best friend”. Peter scoots closer so that the two of you were practically holding each other. “I’m still sorry for ditching you. Maybe we can still see that movie tonight?”

“I’d love that,” you say. You close your eyes, ready for sleep to take over again.

“Y/N?” Peter whispers. He knows it’s late, but he feels as though this were the right time to ask.

“Hmm?”

“Will you go to homecoming with me?” After a few seconds, and there’s no response, Peter looks at you. “Y/N?”

You had already fallen asleep. Peter curses himself for not asking earlier. He’s not sure when he’ll get the chance to as again or if he ever will.

“Y/N Stark!” Brad Davis yells as he struts towards you. You look for an escape, but you don’t see a very good one. You look at Peter for help, but he doesn’t know what to do either.

“What do you want?” you ask. Everybody, except for Brad, knew that he was a total jerk. He was one of the brainless idiot who laughed at Peter after he tripped last Friday.

“I’m taking you to homecoming,” he said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. You scoffed at the nerve this guy had. You noticed the way Peter tensed up, but you didn’t say anything.

“No you’re not,” You tell him. He just smirks at you. “I already have a date.”

“Who?” He and Peter both asks.

“Peter.” Peter looks confused, so you decide to elaborate. “He asked me this morning.”

“Whatever, nerds,” Brad scoffs before walking off to join his friends.

“You heard that?” Peter looks at you nervously and you couldn’t help but think it was cute.

“Yeah,” you say. “I wanted to answer, but I kinda fell asleep.”

Peter smiles at you before you both go your separate ways. You go to art class and Peter has History. You hope that Peter doesn’t forget about the movie this time. You knew he had his reasons for missing it the first time, and you were going to try to be more understandable if he misses this time too, but you really hope he doesn’t.

After school ends, you see Ellie jogging to you with an annoyed look on her face.

“You’re going to homecoming with Parker?” She asks.

“Yeah. He asked me.” You knew that she didn’t like Peter but you still hoped that she would’ve been happy for you. She had to have know that you really liked him from all the times you gushed about how amazing he was to her.

“I though he stood you up.” She said. You both begin walking to the parking lot.

“He did but-” you stop suddenly after hearing that. You didn’t tell Ellie that Peter stood you up. In fact, you clearly remember trying to make her think that didn’t. “How do you know about that?”

“Spider-Man saving those hostages was all over the news,” she casually says.

“Right.” You think back to the argument that you and Peter had and you instantly feel ten times worse. Peter was a hero.

“I honestly thought he would have asked Gwen to homecoming,” She tells you. “They seem pretty close.”

“I thought so too.” Ever since you started hanging out with Ellie, Gwen had obviously tried to make a move on Peter. You felt lucky that Peter was pretty oblivious to those kinds of things. You were also pretty lucky that Peter had chosen to ask you.

“Do you want to come over to my house to study today?” Ellie asks hopefully.

“I would love to, but I already made plans with Peter.” You started to feel bad when her hopeful face turn into a scowl at the mention of Peter’s name. You had really hoped that they would get along. They were both nice people. They were among the smartest students at this school and Ellie knows that Peter is Spider-Man.

“Oh. That’s okay.”

You were glad to finally be able to enjoy the movie without some creep ruining it. Peter looked like he was enjoying the movie, and you loved the way he gasped when the main character was manipulated into teaming up with the bad guy. It had a good ending, but that part was hard to concentrate on when Peter grabbed your hand during the big climax.

Afterwards, Peter swung you back to your room before he left to go on patrol. You would have gone with him, but you really needed to finish your Art project.

A few hours later, you felt pretty good about it. You made miniature figures of all the avengers. It took longer than it should have, since you had to remake the Iron Man figure after “accidentally” breaking it.

“Y/N, you have a visitor,” your AI, Cas, said. The only person who would has ever visited you at the late hour of 1:53 am was Peter. Instead, you were met by another familiar face.

“Ellie?”

She was texting someone on her phone by the time you finally made it down to meet her. She looked up at you with excitement as she held up a small stack of papers.

“Y/N, I got the results back for the DNA test,” she whispered. You had completely forgotten that Monday was the day that the DNA results would come back.

“Really? What does it say?”

“Your dad’s name is Ezekiel Stane and he only lives a few miles from here.” You scrunch up your nose upon hearing his name. She had to be kidding right? There was no way that this could be right.

“Stane?” Ellie frowned at your disdain for the name. “Like Obadiah Stane?”

“It’s what the papers say,” Ellie says, shoving the papers into your hands. Looking at them, you had no choice but to believe her. According to the papers, Ezekiel Stane was, without a doubt, your dad. “You trust me, right?”

“Yeah.” As much as you wanted this to be a joke, you really did trust Ellie. You just didn’t want to possibly be related to the same guy who kidnapped you and tried to kill you and your dad Tony.

A/N: Would you trust Ellie?

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takenbyheartstrings · 5 years ago

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Pretty White Dress [ a.d ]

Summary: You and DeLuca have been dating for four years, when he decides to surprise you on your fourth anniversary, things just go the way he wants them to, because not every story has a happy ending, but this story does.

Pairing: Andrew DeLuca x dr!Reader

Authors Note: i almost died writing this, that’s it.

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF

As cheif of trauma, you had a lot of dignity. You were in a very high position in the hospital, being Amelia’s younger sister by a year, was anything but easy, as the youngest Shepherd and living with your three sisters who were also the chiefs of the hospital, basically, the hospital was run by your family. Being there since your intern days with Jo.

You woke up that morning, Andrews’ arm around your waist, he held you close. You smiled as he was awake holding you because he knew it was the best thing for you, he knew it was what you liked. You had been dating for what felt like ten yeas, but was only three going on four today.

You turned to meet Andrews eyes, “Morning.”

He pressed his lips to yours, “Morning, bubba, happy four year anniversary.” he muttered.

You smiled pressing another kiss to his lips, “Happy four year.”

You stood out of Andrews embrace putting your clothes on, as you felt him watch you, you turned around glaring at him playfully, “Creep.” You smiled lightly as you fell back on the bed in a sweater and pair jeans, as Andrew pulled you back into his embrace.

“C’mon, you’re gonna be late for rounds, and Meredith is carpooling us, and you know how mad she gets when someone’s late - I don’t want your gorgeous head chopped off.” You smiled pressing a kiss to his lips as you got up once more and threw him his slacks, boxers, and a white button-down shirt.

He smiled, putting on his clothes as you ran out the door and downstairs where you could hear Meredith beeping her horn outside of your house. Meredith, Amelia, and Maggie walked in.

Meredith looked at you sternly, “There you are! We thought you were dead,”

Rolling your eyes at Meredith, “Andrew hurry up!” You called from the bottom of the stairs as he ran down, his shirt unbuttoned as he started to button it.

“Good morning.” He smiled as all your sisters looked stood still staring as did you.

“Yes, it’s a very good morning.” Amelia smiled.

You looked at your older sister, “Amelia!” You slapped her arm as she jumped

“Ow!” Amelia pouted, “I deserved it,” She muttered quietly

As all of you piled into the car, you sat next to Andrew as Meredith pulled out the two new seats from the trunk of her car as a space for Alex and Jo.

As you stopped in front of their house, Meredith beeped her horn at them, “I’m gonna be so late for rounds,”

“No you’re not,” Maggie sighed, “You’re on my service today,”

“Aren’t you glad my sisters like you.” You smiled.

Meredith looked at you, “Who said we liked him?” She laughed as Andrew’s eyes went wide, “I’m kidding - I have to like him, you’ve been dating for four years.”

“Good,” You smile at Andrew, as we pull up into Meredith’s parking spot, “So, I’ll see you after work.” You placed a kiss on Andrew’s lips, you started to walk off, “Love you, Bub!”

“Love you too!” He called.

You sighed as Amelia walked into the cafeteria, sitting down next to you, with Jo beside you already, “How are my two favorite girls doing?” She smiled.

You and Jo exchanged a look, as Jo raised her eyebrows, ‘She’s your sister’, you read her lips. You gave her a stern look and looked back over to Amelia.

“What do you want?” You questioned your older sister - she was only like this when she wanted something.

“What do you mean, what do I want?” She asked you.

You looked at her with a blank expression, “You know exactly what I mean.”

“I just need one of you to, help me cook tonight, I’m watching over Zola and Bailey and Ellis while, Meredith is going out, specifically, you, Y/n, you are a very good cook.”

Jo scoffed, “Excuse me.”

“Jo, honey,” You smiled as she laughed, “You almost burnt your kitchen down that one time.”

“Oh, I know,” She sighed, “don’t rub it in,”

✦

Later that night, you were at Meredith’s house, knocking frantically on the door, Amelia opened it, wearing what seemed like a nice dress, you looked at her confused.

“I thought you were asking me to help you cook for kids, not host a dinner party.” You almost yelled at her.

“Look,” Amelia told you, “Just go in the bathroom - there’s a dress in there and come outside, it’s not a dinner party, it’s a dinner for you. Now go.”

You walked into the bathroom, a white dress hanging from the mirror - it was your favourite, but the only person who knew that was Andrew DeLuca, because it was the one you wore every single fancy dinner the two of you had ever gone two, which was about three, one for your six month, one for your one year, one for your two year, one for your three year, and you only wore this dress for those dinners, you were guessing this was number four, and this was your pretty white dress.

You slide on the pretty white dress, as you looked on the floor at a white pair of heels, you smiled sliding them on, following Amelia’s instructions as Meredith stopped you at the door, Zola, Bailey and Ellis in her clutches.

“You look amazing, Y/n, now, as soon as you step outside that door, I am your person - if you wanna get out of there, just page me and I’ll drive the getaway car, otherwise, if you stay, if you cry, I’ll be there for you, two shoulders. Now the kids and I have to go, but have a very good time.” She spoke.

You looked at her confused, “Thanks?” You smiled as you walked outside, the trees laced with fairy lights and the

Andrew sitting at a table, you shook your head, a goofy grin placed on your face.

“Dr. Y/n Shepherd.” Andrew smiled standing up pressing a kiss to your lips.

Andrew pulled out your chair, as you sat across from him, “I know it’s our anniversary, but, you didn’t need to do all this.”

“Yes, I did.” Andrew told you, “I did it, because I love you and you only deserve the best.”

You gave a goofy grin, “Y’know,” You said as you had a steak made by Andrew right in front of you, taking a piece and having a bite, “When I thought I found the love of my life, I hadn’t met you yet, he hurt me. A lot. But you already knew that, because you helped me. You saved me.”

“I know.” He flattered himself, “I am a superhero, I am, the savior.”

You laughed, “Don’t flatter yourself too much.”

He gave a hum, “No, I want to flatter you too much.”

and so Andrew got out of his seat, and held out his hand as Andrew interrupted your dinner for the two of you to stand up, as Andrew held your hand, he bent down on one knee, you know exactly what was going on, so you just sat there and smiled.

“Y/n Shepherd, from the first day I met you, when you called me your person, when you told me I saved you, when you told me that you left that jerk, when you told me you loved me for the first time, I knew you were everything I wanted. I knew you were the one.” He gave her larger grin than the one that was already on his face, “So what do you say, y/n... will you marry me?”

“YES!” You yelled tackling him to the ground planting kisses all over his face, his beard tickling you as you did so.

✦

You looked in the mirror, you looked back at Meredith as Jo finished your hair, “Don’t look at me like that,” Meredith scolded.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” You said with a blank face.

Meredith sighed loudly, “Look, Amelia ran, came back, Cristina got left at the alter, you aren’t running and coming back too.”

“I’m not gonna run!” You almost yelled.

Jo looked at you, “You’re thinking about it.”

“Okay, but who doesn’t?” You defended yourself.

Jo held your shoulders, “The man at the alter,”

“I didn’t run,” Meredith shrugged.

“You and my brother wrote your vows on a sticky note because you were afraid to be legal, legal!”

“Okay, that’s... fair.” Meredith shrugged, taking your point into evaluation.

Jo stood you up, showing you to the full body mirror, she was wearing a pastel blue dress as Meredith was matching, Maggie and Amelia came into the room, wearing the same thing.

“You look beautiful, Y/n.” Maggie said hugging you.

Amelia looked at you, pulling you into a strong embrace, “Derek would be so proud of you right now.”

You pulled away, “Hey! Don’t make me cry on my wedding day.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you’d taken the pretty white dress into a shop, and got someone to custom transform the pretty white dress into the large wedding dress you’d wear today.

You looked at Jo for reassurance, “You do look pretty amazing.”

“Okay, so, then, let’s go. I’m gonna get married!” You smiled.

Next thing you knew, you were at the end, you were standing at the alter, Andrew, standing in front of you, in a black and white tuxedo, about to spill his vows. It was his turn first.

“Okay, so, I’ve said this a thousand times, but I still can’t believe you were dating that jerk when we first met.” that earned a laugh from everyone, “And about a week later, you dumped him, and hid your feelings for me, for well, three months, and it killed me, every second of the way. I just wanted to call you mine, to be yours. We’ve been through hell together, and traveled the heavens, and I will go through thousands of hell lit fires, for you. Because I love you.”

It was your turn now. Not like it could compare.

“They say that God creates you with two heads, four eyes, four arms, four legs, and four feet, and then he splits you into two, he takes your conjoined person and splits your soul into two. It’s like your other half, it’s like having a soulmate - and you think you find the other half of you, and then you don’t. But then you realize you were wrong, and your real other half comes along.” At this point, the tears streamed down your face, “I believe so much that you’re the other half of me, the half I was never able to find, the half that keeps me sane, the half that keeps me together, that keeps me stable. As we walk through the hellfires, and we walk through the suns of the heavens, I will be holding your hand, the whole way through, because I love you.”

The rings came to you presented by Bailey and Ellis, being dragged in a wheelbarrow by Zola, your rings were slid on the ring fingers.

“Do you take Y/n Shepherd to be your wife? Do you promise to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better and for worse, for so long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Andrew smiled.

“Do you take Andrew DeLuca to be your husband? Do you promise to love and cherish him, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better and for worse, for so long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” You returned the large grin.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Andrew planted his lips on yours in a fast motion, it was almost like the day he proposed when you tackled him to the ground. As he pulled away from you, the both of you walking back down the aisle, he looked at you.

“Hello, Mrs. Dr. Y/n DeLuca,” He smiled.

“Hello, Mr. Dr. Andrew DeLuca,” You smiled, your hands laced together.

It was one happy ending, something you never really saw at Grey Sloan Memorial. But you and DeLuca were something else.

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Did Republicans Riot After Obama Was Elected

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Did Republicans Riot After Obama Was Elected

Undocumented Kids Are Saved By Obamas Executive Order Daca Which Would Put A Halt To Deportation For Those Whod Entered The Country Before Age 16 And Yet In A Bid To Get The Gop To Come Over To His Side On Immigration Reform The President Has Also Deported A Record 15 Million People In His First Term

A Family Caught in Immigration Limbo

When Belsy Garcia saw her mother’s number appear on her iPhone on the afternoon of June 15, she felt what she calls the “uncomfortable fluttering” sensation in her chest. She knew that daytime calls signaled an emergency. The worst one had come the previous year, when her sister told her ICE agents had placed their father in federal custody.

Garcia was attending Mercer University in Macon, Georgia, when her father was marched out of her childhood home. As an undocumented immigrant — like both of her parents, who are from Guatemala — she couldn’t qualify for loans. She financed her education through scholarships and a stipend she earned as a residential assistant. Now she wondered if her mother was calling to say her father had been deported, which might force her to leave school to become the family’s breadwinner.

But this call was different. “Go turn on the television,” Garcia’s mother said. “You’re going to be able to work, get a driver’s license.”

Onscreen, President Obama was announcing the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program. Undocumented immigrants who had arrived in the United States as children could apply for Social Security numbers and work permits. Garcia qualified: Her parents had brought her to this country when she was 7 years old. DACA transformed her into a premed student who could actually become a doctor. “It was like this weight was lifted,” she says. “All of that hard work was going to pay off.”

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And Then There Were Three

The first woman to argue a case before the Supreme Court did so in 1880. It would take another 101 years for a woman to sit on that bench rather than stand before it. Even then, progress was fitful. Over the 12 years that Sandra Day O’Connor and Ruth Bader Ginsburg served together, their identities evidently merged; lawyers regularly addressed Ginsburg as “Justice O’Connor.” When O’Connor retired in 2006, she left the faux Justice O’Connor feeling lonely. Ruth Bader Ginsburg warned of something far more alarming: What the public saw on entering the court were “eight men of a certain size, and then this little woman sitting to the side.” They might well represent the most eminent legal minds in America. But there was something antiquated, practically mutton-choppy, about that portrait.

How many female justices would be sufficient? Nine, says Justice Ginsburg, noting that no one ever raised an eyebrow at the idea of nine men.

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Poop Feminism

For me, it’s one moment. All the bridesmaids have come to the fancy bridal shop to see Maya Rudolph try on wedding dresses. This should be a familiar scene: The bride emerges from the changing room and … This is the dress! The friends clap. The mother cries. Everyone is a princess. Go ahead and twirl!

But when the bride emerges in Bridesmaids, almost all of her friends have started to feel sick. Sweat coats their skin. Red splotches creep over their faces. They try to “ooh” and “aah,” but it’s already too late. It starts with a gag from Melissa McCarthy, followed by another gag. Then a gag that comes simultaneously with a tiny wet fart. It’s the smallness of the fart that’s important here. It’s the kind of fart that slips out — a fart that could be excused away, a brief, incongruous accident. Women don’t fart in wedding movies, and women certainly don’t fart at the exact moment that the bride comes out in her dress. This can’t be happening. Melissa McCarthy blames the fart on the tightness of her dress. We breathe a sigh of relief.

Then sweet Ellie Kemper gags, and the sound effect is surprisingly nasty. Ellie’s face is gray. Melissa’s face is red. They look bad. They are embarrassed. How far is this going to go?

The camera cuts. We are above now. We look down from a safe perch as the release we have been anticipating and dreading begins. It is horribly, earth-shatteringly gross. A woman has just pooped in a sink. The revolution has begun.

The Government Acquires A 61 Percent Stake In Gm And Loans The Company $50 Billion The Auto Bailout Will Eventually Be Heralded As A Great Success Adding More Than 250000 Manufacturing Jobs To The Economy

The Auto Industry Gets Rerouted

“The president was very clear with us that he only wanted to do stuff that would fundamentally change the way they did business. And that’s what we did. There were enormous changes. For example, General Motors had something like 300 different job classifications that the union had. If you were assigned to put the windshield wipers on, you couldn’t put tires on. And we wiped all that stuff out. We basically gave back management the freedom to manage, to hire, to fire. People stopped getting paid even when they were on layoff. We reduced the number of car plants so that there wasn’t so much overcapacity. So now, when you have 16 million cars sold , they’re making a fortune.”

Black Lives Matter Activists Are Arrested In Baton Rouge Louisianaprotesting The Murder Of Alton Sterling; More Than 100 People Are Detained In St Paul Minnesota Protesting The Murder Of Philando Castile

What Is the Point of a Quantified Self?

Melissa Dahl: The Fitbit was introduced at a tech conference eight years ago. It’s kind of incredible to realize that, before then, this idea of the “quantified self” didn’t really exist in the mainstream.

Jesse Singal: I feel like it’s the intersection of all these different trends: Everyone plays video games these days. You got smartphones everywhere. And people are realizing that solutions to the big problems that lead to sleeplessness and anxiety and bad eating — unemployment and income inequality and yada yada yada — aren’t gonna get solved anytime soon.

MD: That’s interesting, because all of this self-tracking is also, according to some physicians, giving people more anxiety! A Fitbit-induced stress vortex.

Cari Romm: It feels like productive stress, though. I’m talking as a recovered Fitbit obsessive, but it does make you look at Fitbit-less people like, “You mean you don’t care how many steps you took today?”

MD: Oh, God. I don’t care. Should I care? Sleep is the one thing I obsessed over for a while. Which does not really help one get to sleep.

JS: Do you think an actually good and not obsession-inducing sleep app could help, though?

MD: There’s some aspect to the tracking idea that really does work. I mean, it’s just a higher-tech version of a food journal or sleep journal, right? Ben Franklin 300 years ago was tracking his 13 “personal virtues” in his diary.

JS: Would Ben Franklin have been an insufferable tech-bro?

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On the Triumph of Black Culture in the Age of Police Shootings

In the two years since Mike Brown was fatally shot by the police in Ferguson, and the video footage of his dead body in the street went viral, we have seen the emergence of a perverse dichotomy on our screens and in our public discourse: irrefutable evidence of grotesquely persistent racism, and irrefutable evidence of increasing black cultural and political power. This paradox is not entirely new, of course — America was built on a narrative of white supremacy, and black Americans have simultaneously continued to make vast and essential contributions to the country’s prominence—but it has become especially pronounced. And it’s not just because of the internet and social media, or the leftward shift of the culture, or black America’s being sick and tired of being sick and tired. In fact, it is all of these things, not least two terms with a black president. In the same way that black skin signals danger to the police , his black skin, to black people, signaled black cultural preservation. African-Americans didn’t see a black man as the most powerful leader in the free world; we saw the most powerful leader in the free world as black. This is what comedian Larry Wilmore was expressing at the 2016 White House Correspondents’ Dinner when he said, “Yo, Barry, you did it, my nigga.” It was a moment of unadulterated black pride.

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“Before the debate, David Plouffe and I went in to talk to him and give him a pep talk and he said, ‘Let’s just get this over with and get out of here,’ which is not what you want to hear from your candidate right before the debate. We knew within ten minutes that it was going to be a debacle. We had armed him with a joke — it was his 20th anniversary, and he addressed Michelle — and it turns out Romney was expecting just such a line and had a really great comeback. And Romney was excellent — just free and easy and clearly well prepared and showed personality that people hadn’t seen before. Obama looked like he was at a press conference.

We had a meeting at the White House and he said, ‘I know I let everybody down and that’s on me, and I’m not going to let that happen again,’ and that was his attitude. We always had debate camps before, where we’d re-create in hotel ballrooms what the set would look like, and all of the conditions of the real debate. When we went down to Williamsburg, Virginia, for the next debate camp, he seemed really eager to engage in the prep. We had a decent first night. That was on Saturday. On Sunday night, Kerry, playing Romney, got a little more aggressive and Obama a little less so; it looked very much like what we had seen in Denver. It was like he’d taken a step back.

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Plan B

“I’m talking to Rahm and Jim Messina and saying, ‘Okay, explain to me how this happened.’ It was at that point that I learned that our candidate, Martha Coakley, had asked rhetorically, ‘What should I do, stand in front of Fenway and shake hands with voters?’ And we figured that wasn’t a good bellwether of how things might go.

This might have been a day or two before the election, but the point is: There is no doubt that we did not stay on top of that the way we needed to. This underscored a failing in my first year, which was the sort of perverse faith in good policy leading to good politics. I’ll cut myself some slack — we had a lot to do, and every day we were thinking, Are the banks going to collapse? Is the auto industry going to collapse? Will layoffs accelerate? We just didn’t pay a lot of attention to politics that first year, and the loss in Massachusetts reminded me of what any good president or elected official needs to understand: You’ve got to pay attention to public opinion, and you have to be able to communicate your ideas. But it happened, and the question then was, ‘What’s next?’

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The “Mommy Wars” Finally Flame Out

After decades of chilly backlash, we find ourselves, these past eight years, in an age of feminist resurgence, with feminist websites and publications and filmmakers and T-shirts and pop singers and male celebrities and best-selling authors and women’s soccer teams. Of course, as in every feminist golden age, there has also been dissent: furious clashes over the direction and quality of the discourse, especially as the movement has become increasingly trendy, shiny, and celebrity-backed.

Perhaps the most public feminist conflagration of the Obama years came at the nexus of policy and celebrity, of politics and pop power. It was the furor over Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg, who gave a viral 2010 TED Talk about women in the workplace who “leave before they leave” — who alter their professional strategy to accommodate a future they assume will be compromised by parenthood — which led to the publication of her 2013 feminist business manifesto, Lean In.

It’s a lesson of the Obama era: One approach to redressing inequality does not have to blot out the others. Sometimes, attacking from all angles is the most effective strategy.

Texas State Senator Wendy Davis Laces Up Her Pink Running Shoes And Spends Ten Long Hours Attempting To Filibuster A Billthat Wouldve Imposed Statewide Abortion Restrictions

“The Concept of Dignity Really Matters”

“I was given an enormous degree of latitude. I did communicate with the White House counsel on occasion about high-profile cases, but it was much more in the nature of just giving them a heads-up, to calm any nervous feelings they might have. There’s only one exception to that, and it was on marriage equality, in the Hollingsworth v. Perry case in 2013. We were contemplating coming in and arguing that it was unconstitutional for California to refuse to recognize the legal validity of same-sex marriages. But we didn’t have to do it . And because it was a discretionary judgment, and it was such a consequential step, that was the one matter where I really sought out the president’s personal guidance. I wanted to make sure the president had a chance to thoroughly consider what we should do before we did it. It was really one of the high points of my tenure. It was a wide-ranging conversation about doctrinal analysis, about where society was now, about social change and whether it should go through the courts or through the majoritarian process, about the pace of social change, about the significance of the right at stake. He was incredibly impressive.

A Golf Summit Between John Boehner And Barack Obama Stirs Hopethat Perhaps The Two Parties Will Come To A Budget Agreement And Forestall A True Crisis Secret And Semi

A Grand Bargain That Wasn’t, Remembered Three Ways

“The president of the United States and the Speaker of the House, the two most powerful elected officials in Washington, decided in a conversation that they both had to try to make something happen. Maybe it would be the way it worked in a West Wing episode in a world that doesn’t work like a West Wing episode. That’s how it started — two individuals saying we’re going to try. I think they both shared a belief in the art of the possible, and they both did not think compromise was a dirty word.

When our cover was blown — a Wall Street Journal editorial came out saying that Boehner and Obama were working on this and attacking the whole premise — that was devastating. It resulted in Cantor being a part of the talks. Cantor and Boehner came in, and I think it was a weekend private session with the president in the Oval Office, and they were talking about the numbers. At one point Cantor said, ‘Listen, it’s not just the numbers. There’s concern that this will help you politically. Paul Ryan said if we do this deal, it will guarantee your reelection. If we agree with Barack Obama on spending and taxes, that takes away one of our big weapons.’ There were so many obstacles, some of them substantive — how much revenue, and what about the entitlements? — but there was also this overlay of ‘This is going to help Obama.’

Illustrations by Lauren Tamaki

The Obama Administration Unveils Its Plan For Regulating Wall Streetwhich Is Then Introduced In Congress By Senator Chris Dodd And Representative Barney Frank

MJ=JC?

Lane Brown: Michael Jackson’s death was a big deal for lots of obvious reasons, including the surprising way it happened and the fact that he was arguably the most famous person on the planet.

Nate Jones: He was an A-lister with an indisputable body of work; he was 50 years old, his hits were the right age — old enough that every generation knew them, but not too old that they weren’t relevant anymore.

LB: But it was also the first huge celebrity death to happen in the age of social media, or at least the age of Twitter.

NJ: MJ’s death came alongside the protests in Iran, which was when Twitter went mainstream.

LB: It also meant that so much of the instant reaction was to make it all about us.

Frank Guan: In a lot of ways, the culture prefers the death of artists to their continuing to live. Once an artist gets launched into the stratosphere, there’s no way to come down, and that permanence becomes monotonous. They run out of timely or groundbreaking material and the audience starts tuning out. At some point, their fame eclipses their art, and then the only way to get the general audience to appreciate them anew is for them to die.

LB: People seem to like the grieving process so much that even lesser celebrities get the same treatment.

Congresswoman Gabby Giffords Returns To The House Floor For The First Time Since Being Shot In A Massacre In January Casting A Vote In Favor Of The Debt

A Rare Moment of Unity

“I was doing intensive rehabilitation in Houston at the time but was following the debate closely, and I was pretty disappointed at what was happening in Washington. I’d seen the debate grow so bitter and divisive and so full of partisan rancor. And I was worried our country was hurtling toward a disastrous, self-inflicted economic crisis. That morning, when it became clear the vote was going to be close, my husband, Mark, and I knew we needed to get to Washington quickly. I went straight from my rehabilitation appointment to the airport, and Mark was at our house in Houston packing our bags so he could meet us at the plane.

That night, I remember seeing the Capitol for the first time since I was injured and feeling so grateful to be at work. I will never forget the reception I received on the floor of the House from my colleagues, both Republicans and Democrats. And then, like I had so many times before, I voted.

I worked so hard to get my speech back, and honestly, talking to people who share my determination helped me find my words again. I’ve been to Alaska, Maine, and everywhere in between. Best of all, I got back on my bike. Riding my bike once seemed like such a huge challenge. It seemed impossible.”

Miley Cyrus Twerks At The Mtv Vmassetting Off A Controversy About Cultural Appropriation That Soon Ensnares Seemingly Every White Pop Star On The Planet

• Karlie Kloss wears a Native American headdress and fringed bra at the Victoria’s Secret fashion show.

• Justin Timberlake is accused of appropriating black music when he tells a black critic “We are the same” after praising Jesse Williams’s BET Humanitarian Award speech about race and police brutality.

• DJ Khaled gets lost on Jet Ski, snaps the whole time.

• Two UW-Madison students snap their meet-cute as the entire student body cheers them on.

• Playboy Playmate Dani Mathers films and mocks an anonymous woman in the gym shower.

• A Massachusetts teen records the sexual assault of a 16-year-old girl. The video is later seen by a friend of the victim.

Prior To Going To War In Iraq Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld Optimistically Predicted The Iraq War Might Last Six Days Six Weeks I Doubt Six Months

What’s more, Vice-President Dick Cheney said we would be greeted as liberators by the Iraqi people after we overthrow Saddam.

They were both horribly wrong. Instead of six weeks or six months, the Iraq war lasted eight long and bloody years costing thousands of American lives. It led to an Iraqi civil war between the Sunnis and the Shiites that took hundreds of thousands of Iraqi lives. Many Iraqi militia groups were formed to fight against the U.S. forces that occupied Iraq. What’s more, Al Qaeda, which did not exist in Iraq before the war, used the turmoil in Iraq to establish a new foothold in that country.

The Iraq war was arguably the most tragic foreign policy blunder in US history.

In 2012 Republicans Predicted That Failure To Approve The Keystone Pipeline Would Send The Price Of Gasoline Sky High And Kill Large Numbers Of Jobs

Despite the fact that the Keystone Pipeline was not approved, the price of gasoline continued to drop below $1.80 per gallon, millions of new jobs were created and unemployment dropped from 8% to 4.9% by early 2016. The most optimistic predictions say that the Keystone Pipeline would only create a few dozen long-term jobs and would do nothing to lower the price of gasoline.

Eric Cantors Stunning Primary Loss Suggests No Politician Is Safe From The Rage Of The Tea Party Not Even The Tea Partys Canniest Political Leader

From Party’s Future to Also-Ran in a Single Day

On the day his political career died, Eric Cantor was busy tending to what he still believed was its bright future. While his GOP-primary opponent, David Brat, visited polling places in and around Richmond, Virginia, Cantor spent his morning 90 miles away at a Capitol Hill Starbucks. He was there to host a fund-raiser for three of his congressional colleagues — something he did every month, just another part of the long game he was playing, which, he believed, would eventually culminate in his becoming Speaker of the House.

The preceding five years had brought Cantor tantalizingly closer to that goal. In the immediate aftermath of Obama’s election, he’d rallied waffling House Republicans to stand in lockstep opposition to the new president’s agenda. In 2010, he’d helped elect 87 new Republican members, giving the GOP a House majority and making Cantor the House majority leader. He became the champion of these freshmen members, stoking their radicalism during the debt-ceiling fight and working to undermine Obama and John Boehner’s attempt to strike a “grand bargain.” His alliance with the ascendant tea party was strategic — it gave him leverage not only over Obama but over other Republicans who might also have had aspirations of becoming Speaker. It never occurred to him that the wave he was trying to ride might crash on him instead.

In 1993 When Bill Clinton Raised Taxes On The Wealthiest 15% Republicans Predicted A Recession Increased Unemployment And A Growing Budget Deficit

They weren’t just wrong: The exact opposite of everything they predicted happened. The country experienced the seven best years of economic growth in history.

Twenty-two million new jobs were added.

Unemployment dropped below 4%.

The poverty rate dropped for seven straight years.

The budget deficit was eliminated.

There was a growing budget surplus that economists projected could pay off our national debt in 20 years.

Republicans Predicted That We Would Find Iraqs Weapons Of Mass Destruction Even Though Un Weapons Inspectors Said That Those Weapons Didn’t Exist

The Bush administration continued to insist that WMDs would be found, even when the CIA said some of the evidence was questionable. As we all know, the WMDs predicted by the Bush administration did not exist, and Saddam Hussein had not resumed his nuclear weapons program as they claimed. Ultimately, both President Bush and Vice President Cheney had to admit that there were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.

Republicans Predicted That President Obamas Tax Increase For The Top 1% In 2013 Would Kill Jobs Increase The Deficit And Cause Another Recession

You guessed it; just the opposite happened. In the four years following January 1, 2013, when that tax increase went into effect, through January 2017, unemployment dropped from 7.9% to 4.8%, an average of more than 200,000 new jobs were created per month, Wall Street set new record highs, and the budget deficit was cut in half.

Over 5.7 million new jobs were created in the first two years after that tax increase. That’s more jobs created in two years than were created during the combined 12 years of both Bush presidencies.

In 2001 When George W Bush Cut Taxes For The Wealthy Republicans Predicted Record Job Growth Increased Budget Surplus And Nationwide Prosperity

Once again, the exact opposite occurred. After the Bush tax cuts were enacted:

The budget surplus immediately disappeared.

The budget deficit eventually grew to $1.4 trillion by the time Bush left office.

Less than 3 million net jobs were added during Bush’s eight years.

The poverty rate began climbing again.

We experienced two recessions along with the greatest collapse of our financial system since the Great Depression.

In 1993, President Clinton signed the Brady Law mandating nationwide background checks and a waiting period to buy a gun.

Apple Announces That It Has Sold 100 Million Iphoneswithin A Few Months It Will Overtake Exxonmobil As The Most Valuable Company In The World

Earthlings Gain a New Appendage

What if we had the singularity and nobody noticed? In 2007, Barack Obama had been on the trail for weeks, using a BlackBerry like all the cool campaigners, when the new thing went on sale and throngs lined up for it. The new thing had a silly name: iPhone. The iPhone was a phone the way the Trojan horse was a horse.

Now it’s the gizmo without which a person feels incomplete. It’s a light in the darkness, a camera, geolocator, hidden mic, complete Shakespeare, stopwatch, sleep aid, heart monitor, podcaster, aircraft spotter, traffic tracker, all-around reality augmenter, and increasingly a pal. At the Rio Olympics you could see people, having flown thousands of miles to be in the arena with the athletes, watching the action through their smartphones. As though they needed the mediating lens to make it real.

This device, this gadget — a billion have been made and we scarcely know what to call it. For his 2010 novel of the near future, , Gary Shteyngart made up a word, “äppärät.” “My äppärät buzzing with contacts, data, pictures, projections, maps, incomes, sound, fury.” Future then, present now. His äppäräti were worn around the neck on pendants. Ours are in our pockets when they aren’t in our hands, but they also sprout earbuds, morph into wristwatches and eyeglasses. Contact lenses have been rumored; implants are only a matter of time.

Let’s face it, we’ve grown a new organ.

Republicans Said Waterboarding And Other Forms Of Enhanced Interrogation Are Not Torture And Are Necessary In Fighting Islamic Extremism

In reality, waterboarding and other forms of enhanced interrogation that inflict pain, suffering, or fear of death are outlawed by US law, the US Constitution, and international treaties. Japanese soldiers after World War II were prosecuted by the United States for war crimes because of their use of waterboarding on American POWs.

Professional interrogators have known for decades that torture is the most ineffective and unreliable method of getting accurate information. People being tortured say anything to get the torture to end but will not likely tell the truth.

An FBI interrogator named Ali Soufan was able to get al Qaeda terrorist Abu Zubaydah to reveal crucial information without the use of torture. When CIA interrogators started using waterboarding and other enhanced interrogation methods, Zubaydah stopped cooperating and gave his interrogators false information.

Far from being necessary in the fight against terrorism, torture is completely unreliable and counter-productive in obtaining useful information.

In 2008 Republicans Said That If We Elect A Democratic President We Would Be Hit By Al Qaeda Again Perhaps Worse Than The Attack On 9/11

Former Vice-President Dick Cheney stated that electing a Democrat as president would all but guarantee that there would be another major attack on America by Al Qaeda. Cheney and other Republicans were, thankfully, completely wrong. During Obama’s presidency, we had zero deaths on U.S. soil from Al Qaeda attacks and we succeeded in killing Bin Laden along with dozens of other high ranking Al Qaeda leaders.

Game Of Thrones Arrives On Televisionwith An Assemblage Of Dragons Torture Nudity Incest And Despair A Show The Whole Family Can Enjoy

Explaining Kale

ADAM PLATT: Many things in Foodlandia, these days, have a political element to them, and if you want to emblazon a flag to be carried into battle, you could do worse than a bristly, semi-digestible bunch of locally grown kale.

ALAN SYTSMA: To eat kale is to announce you’re a person who cares about the matters of the day.

AP: The idea of kale is much more powerful than kale itself. In short order it went from being discovered, to appreciated, to being something that was parodied. Frankly, I’m all for the parody.

AS: The same thing happened to pork. Remember bacon peanut brittle? Bacon-fat cocktails? There’s bacon dental floss.

AP: Ahhh, bacon versus kale. The two great, competing forces of our time.

AS: Do you think one gave way to the other?

AP: What we’re really talking about is artisanal bacon, and the more sophisticated-sounding pork belly, made from pigs that were lovingly reared at upstate farms and fed diets of pristine little acorns. Bacon is the great symbol in the comfort-food, farm-fresh-dining movement, a kind of merry, unbridled pulchritude. Kale is the righteous yin to pork’s fatty, non-vegan yang.

AS: But pork has an advantage: People like the way it tastes.

AP: That’s a huge advantage, one that will hopefully see it through to victory.

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etherealwaifgoddess · 5 years ago

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To Give Him The World, Chpt.1

Main Characters: Thor x Ellie (original female character)

Summary: Valkyrie needs someone to remind Thor of her expectations of him living in New Asgard again and Ellie jumps at the opportunity to reconnect with her childhood friend. Thor is confused but appreciative of her presence in his cottage.

Warnings/ Content: None really in this chapter. Some self consciousness but that’s it.

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! I am so excited to share this fic with ya'll :) I started writing this back in June 2019, got about four chapters out, and honestly forgot about it in favor of other WIPs I had going at the time. I reconnected with it recently and finally have a mapped out plan for the characters so I wanted to start sharing it with you all while I finish writing it. It should be around six chapters or so and I'm going to try and post every few days, maybe every other if I get lucky. Chapters will also be posted over on my AO3 and I’ll be throwing a Master List up on here shortly to keep track of things.

Love ya'll and thank you for reading! XOXO - Ash

To Give Him The World, Chapter One

Ellie struggled under the weight of the cleaning bucket she carried up the long, winding hill to the cottage. The supplies were packed into the large blue bucket and she hoped it would be enough. She hadn’t stepped foot in the god’s cottage before but she was warned it was in desperate need of help. Valkyrie had put her foot down upon Thor’s return; if he wanted to stay, he needed to keep the place clean and scale back on the drinking. It couldn’t be like the last time. Of course Valkyrie couldn’t be the one to remind him of that herself, no she had sent a messenger. Not that Ellie minded, she had volunteered to be the one to go. The other women who worked in the office were catty and Ellie couldn’t bear the idea of someone being unnecessarily cruel to Thor after already having so much pain in his life.

Ellie’s mother had run the kitchens in the palace back on Asgard and she grew up playing with Thor and Loki. She hadn’t seen Thor in hundreds of years but she had heard the stories. Ellie had heard of his victories, and his great losses over the last few years. She mourned the death of his family as if they were her own. She knew what had become of him after The Decimation and her heart broke for him. Everyone had written Thor off as a lost cause after that but Ellie had hoped he would someday recover. Now that The Blip had occurred, and those lost had returned, Thor was back in Asgard again staying in the same dingy little cottage. Ellie wanted to go to him and offer anything he might need but she didn’t know him well enough anymore to do so. When Valkyrie had asked someone to go remind him of her expectations and help clean, she had jumped at the chance.

Ellie’s muscles were aching by the time she reached the cottage door and she took a moment to steady herself before knocking. Her curly blonde hair whipped around her in the wind and she did her best to tame it and smooth down her sweater where it had ridden up. She wished absently that she had stuck to her last diet. Ellie had never been like the other thin, lithe girls in her classes. She had always been short and rounded where they were tall with sharp angles. In general she tried not to let it bother her too much but now, about to see Thor again after all these years, it added to her nervousness.

Ellie steadied her breathing and knocked twice. After a few seconds with no sounds coming from inside the cottage she tried again, louder this time. Still no response. Ellie thought he might be out and decided she could at least get a jump start on the cleaning. She pushed the old wooden door open with a loud creak and was met by the scent of stale air and old beer. Ellie wrinkled her nose but entered, heading down the short hallway to the main room. She was confused to find the television on but noticed quickly that she was not alone. Slumped into a fading old reclining chair was Thor, fast asleep. His Xbox headset still on and a controller laid in his lap. He must have passed out while playing and based on the number of beer bottles littering the table next to him it was no wonder why.

Ellie tried not to stare at his sleeping form. He was shirtless in only a pair of worn grey sweatpants, his long tangled hair lying all around him. It had grown quite a bit since the last time Ellie had seen him and she was surprised he was letting it get so long. His beard was in need of a trim too and Ellie wondered when the last time he’d showered was. He was clearly not taking care of himself, or the cottage, again.

Feeling like a creep for staring, she pulled her eyes away from him and found her way to the kitchen. She set out her cleaning supplies and grabbed a large black trash bag to start picking up. Ellie did her best to keep quiet as she collected the discarded bottles and wrappers around the cottage and Thor continued to snore lightly in his chair. She found herself peeking over at him often, just to make sure she had not disturbed him or so she told herself. Carefully she crept around the house gathering all the trash that had accumulated amazed at how much there was. Ellie started scrubbing down the kitchen, wanting to get everything else done before she started on the living room since she would most likely wake him once she did.

It took almost three hours but Ellie had the cottage cleaned and a third load of laundry started before Thor woke up. She knew she had made a mistake when she turned off the Xbox. It must have been playing some type of background music because the second it shut off Thor’s eyes snapped open. He looked around startled and confused before his eyes landed on her. “Who are you?” He demanded, his voice gravelly from sleep.

“I’m Ellisandra. Ellie.” She stumbled over her words, nervous under his gaze, “Valkyrie sent me to-“

Thor groaned, “Of course she did. Listen, Lady Ellisandra, you do not need to waste your time here. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of the cottage.”

“It’s Ellie, just Ellie. And with all due respect, I’ve been here since one and have almost finished. I’d rather just finish up and then I’ll get out of your hair.”

Thor looked around the cottage, realizing the accumulation of trash was missing and the windows were opened, the mild October air blowing in.

Ellie started rambling, nervous, “I saved the living room for last. I was trying not to disturb you. Everything else is done. Well, you still have one load of clothes in the dryer yet. But the linens and one load of clothes are all done and put away. If you’d like I can run out once I’m finished and get you some food for the kitchen. I noticed you don’t have much of, well... anything.”

Thor stood up with a groan, rubbing his lower back and stretching. Ellie’s cheeks burned and she tried to look away. She might not be able to control her body’s response to him, but she was raised to be polite. Thor misinterpreted her reaction and the large god seemed to try and pull himself in, wrapping his arms around his middle. “I’m sorry la... Ellie. I know I’m not much to look at anymore. I’ll just go grab something to put on. You don’t have to stay, really.”

“No!” Ellie’s cheeks burned brighter at her unintentional outburst and she rambled despite herself, “You’re fine. You’re stunning.” Thor raised an eyebrow and she realized she probably seemed like a rambling lunatic. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I should be cleaning. I’m so close to being finished it won’t take long. Just ignore me.” Ellie hurried back into the kitchen to grab the duster and avoid further embarrassment. It stung a little that he didn’t remember her but the last time they’d seen each other they were still children, just barely adolescents. She certainly couldn’t blame him.

Thor found himself amused and interested in the flustered woman in his home. Stunning, he mulled over the word. No one had shown any interest in him in years and he was a little thrown off by it. He rubbed a rough hand through his wild beard and down the slope of his rounded stomach. He cursed at his own sloth and headed into the bedroom for a shirt. Amazed, he stood in the doorway taking in the room. He hadn’t realized how messy the cottage had become until it was all cleaned. The bed was made and smelled of crisp linen. There was no clothing or trash to stumble around as he crossed the room. His clothes were put away in the small oak dresser, his few other belongings laid on top with care. Thor pulled on a clean shirt and then noticed how dingy his pants were by comparison. Stripping down he changed into clean blue fleece pants and tossed the dirty ones into the wicker bin that now sat in empty the corner. He scowled at his reflection in the mirror, knowing nothing could be done right then about anything. Pulling his hair back from his face he went to find his unexpected visitor.

He found Ellie stretching as high as she could to run the duster along the top shelf of the bookcase. Thor paused a moment at the doorway to take her in. She was at least a foot shorter than him and her shiny blonde curls cascaded down almost to the top of her jeans. Her cream colored sweater had risen up as she reached, giving Thor a glimpse of the pale, creamy skin of her lower back. He ached for a chance to run his hands down her curves and feel her skin beneath his finger tips. Thor scolded himself for looking at Ellie with need. She was here to help and he was all but leering. There was something about her though, something achingly familiar. Breaking himself from his thoughts he went over to her, taking the duster from her outstretched hand. “Here, allow me to help.” He offered.

Ellie’s breath caught in her throat, only a small gasp escaping her lips. She felt cornered under his reach but not in a bad way. She slipped out of his way with a quiet thank you and watched as he finished the dusting. Ellie noticed he had changed and was glad she had gone ahead and done the laundry. It seemed a little intimate doing someone else’s wash but it needed done and made a huge difference in the bedroom.

“Good as new.” Thor announced handing her back the duster. His smile was warm and it unnerved her a little.

“Thanks for getting that. I’m a little vertically challenged.” Ellie wanted to facepalm herself at the bad joke.

Thor chuckled, seeming to enjoy it.

“I’ll just vacuum in here and then head out. I was going to the grocery store tonight for myself if you want me to pick up a few things for you while I’m there.”

“I appreciate the offer but I do not know how to cook so it would just go to waste.”

“You never did spend much time in the kitchens. Not that my mother would have let you. But you might want to learn if you’re going to be living alone up here. I could show you a few things.”

Thor thought for a moment and realization slowly dawned on him. “Ellie.” He said, the sound of her name on his lips so different than before. “You grew up in the palace with us. Your mother Idria was my mother’s head cook. It's been so long.”

Ellie nodded, glad he finally remembered. “It’s been many years. I’m surprised you remember.”

“How could I forget? The palace was a lonely place but you made it a little brighter.”

Ellie struggled to conceal her joy. Clearing her throat she asked, “So, do you want me to get you a few things? I can teach you a few basics to help you get by.”

He wasn’t particularly interested in learning to cook but more time with Ellie was too tempting to pass up. He nodded finally, “That would be nice. Thank you, Ellie.”

“What kind of things do you like? Anything you hate?”

“I don’t know. Midgard has very different things than Asgard. I’m not picky though.”

“Okay. Let me go to the store and pick up a few things and at least show you how to make dinner.”

“I’ll be here.”

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justnerdystuffs · 5 years ago

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SNEAK PEAK (Lucifer fandom)

FINALLY, A TINY PEAK OF A LONGER STORY I STARTED TO THINK ABOUT AROUND CHRISTMAS (!!!!)

All thanks to the Wifeyy and her sending me photos of Tom Ellis guest starring on Merlin.

Abby (Abigale Sabrielle Rosario) is a completely normal twenty one year old girl, fucking thank you. She lives and works in Los Angeles, the City of angels. Fresh out of the Police Academy, she just got the news she’ll be working with an officer Malcolm Graham, on traffic duty as he gets back into the flow of things. Not ideal, but a step on the way to the occupation of her dreams. Besides, if it helps save lives, that’s a good day at work. That is after all the main reason she wanted to become a cop. Getting off the phone with Captain Monroe, she makes absolutely certain that she’s finished the call and hung up before she lets the excitement loose. After almost a month of sending in applications, and working as a waitress at this fantastic restaurant, the excitement of it all bursts free in a squeal of delight. That would be all well and good, of course - if she were in a private place. As it is, she’s standing in the middle of Angelini Osteria, her current workplace. Her soon-to-be-ex manager Damon, is looking at her disapprovingly, as is the usually stoic chef, Louise. Looking down when she feels something warm and wet fall on her socks, she realizes she just poured coffee all over this poor woman’s table. Understandably, she looks absolutely pissed. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! Here, let me just.. -” Grabbing a firmer hold on the coffee pot, she fills the cup she was originally aiming for, and puts down the pot. She frantically reaches for the paper towels, grabbing onto a few, and presses it to the other woman’s now coffee stained jeans. The blush creeping up her face was unavoidable, really. “I’m really so incredibly sorry. I’ve been waiting for an answer to my application to the LAPD, and they just got back to me..- “ she shakes herself from the frenzy, and takes a breath, looking at the blonde’s face. She has gorgeous blue eyes, and light skin with a slight tan. She’s pretty, but the dark rings under her eyes and the “Monday morning bun” her hair is styled in gives away her tired state. “Sorry, you probably aren’t remotely interested in my job hunting. Or me at all. Sorry again.” If it were possible for a hole to open in the earth’s crust and swallow her whole, now would be a good time. Unfortunately, no such luck. Guess it’s time to hand in your notice, effective immediately.

#lucifer x oc #Mazikeen x oc #Chloe Decker x oc #Amenadiel x oc #Kidfic #Because how on Earth are there not more of these #platonic #mostly #wifeyyy #lucifer x reader

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Fast cars & Freedom: Just a dream. (13/?)

The court date has arrived, and things unravel fast! Catch up HERE

Pairing: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Raiting: mature

Luca was in her second week of school, Colt was gone and Luca was very upset. Logan, however, was able to come and put her on the bus that Monday. He had won his last race and had a meeting coming up with the owners, he was more than likely about to be thrown into the big leagues. Ellie was so proud of him, he managed to turn his life completely around and with a pro retiring, that opened up a spot, Logan was the logical choice.

Wednesday morning came, Ellie opened her eyes and shook off what little sleep she got. It was here, the day she had been dreading finally had arrived. She forced herself out of bed, her head pounding, nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach same as she had for almost two weeks. These nerves needed to subside, the stress was eating at her and making her sick. She got out of the shower and began brushing her teeth, glancing at the clock outside of her bathroom. Almost time to go, she paused mid-brush, dropping the tooth brush in the sink she turned hovering over the toilet spilling the contents of her stomach.

She sat on the floor for a while, trying to gather herself. Finally she finished getting ready and made her way downstairs. "Morning kiddo. Want the Ellie special?" The thought of food making her stomach flip "ugh. no thanks dad. Not feeling so hot today." She turned to see Logan sitting at the kitchen table. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I helped your dad get Luca on the bus and, i'm going to court with you today. For moral support." Ellie smiled at the gesture "Thanks Logan. Riya is coming too."

"Great. So, ready to go?"

Colt woke up that morning, or atleast opened his eyes, another sleepless night. He thought by leaving town he would be able to distance himself from the constant plaguing thoughts, but it didn't work. He should have known better, it was what he did the last time. He thought by letting her go she would be better off. It never worked, she was on his mind every day for six years and then for the last few months. He should go to her, to fight for her but even if he drove faster he would never make it in time. He flopped out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt.

"Morning." Darcy said, sipping a cup of coffee. Colt simply grunted sticking his head inside the fridge.

"That bad huh? You know you come up here to get away, my guess is you need to talk about something, and yet you won't." She threw her hands up in the air.

"Today is the court date. In a few hours I'll be divorced," Colts harden expression faltered, the tears began to well. "I lost them before I even had a chance to show them how much I wanted them." He cried out "I love them, all I wanted was to be with them." He completely broke down in front of his mother. Colt always had his guard up, he was never one to show any kind of emotion, not to his mother, not to his father, but when it came to Ellie she was the only one who he let in.

Darcy came over and wrapped her arms around her son. "Colt, honey I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I didn't know. Oh what have I done."

Colt sat up looking at his mother confused. "What are you talking about? Mom, what did you do?"

Ellie stood in the courtroom, Darnell at her side. Logan and Riya sat in the seats in the back. She was nervous, very nervous. Colt signed the papers agreeing to the divorce but her nerves were getting the best of her. She didn't feel well, she felt dizzy, nauseous and her head was pounding. She listened as the judge went over the details of the divorce. "In regards to the assets, I see you have declined splitting half of the assets?"

"Yes your honor, that is correct." She answered. She found out that aside from the garage and the house, Colt was loaded financially, and that was just what was traceable. Knowing Teppei, he had plenty stashed somewhere. None of it was hers, and she would never take away from Colt.

She stood there trying to take in everything the judge told her, but all she could think about was the hurt look on Colts face. Where he was, what he was doing in that moment. She loved him, she did, it was just better this way and she had to do it. "Are you in agreeance of all covered today, and freely deciding to dissolve the marriage to Colton Kaneko?" The judge pulled her from her thoughts. She tried to speak but the words would not come, she felt disoriented, lightheaded and sick to her stomach. "I… I" And before she knew it, everything went black. The last thing she heard was Riya yelling her name.

Colt sat there stunned by what his mother had told Ellie at his house. That she was the one to push her to go through with the divorce. "I am so very sorry Colt. I didn't know. I didn't know how you felt and I just wanted to-" she shook her head not wanting to finish the sentence. "You just wanted to what mom?" He challenged.

"I just wanted to save her and that little girl the same heartache we had to endure."

Colts eyes went wide, he stood knocking over the chair. "I'm not him mom. I am not Teppei Kaneko. He walked out on us. He ignored us, he chose that life over us. I'm not him, Mom. Stop comparing me to him. I would choose Ellie and Luca over my own life, I love them." He hollered. Darcy sat there, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry Colt. I really am. Tell me what I can do." Colt began to pace the floor "Oh you've done enough. I lost them." He looked at the time, pulling out his phone. "Fuck. No reception." He walked out to the lake trying to clear his head. She would be in court by now, and the divorce was probably finalized.

"Ellie? Ellie? Can you hear me?" Ellie tried to shake off the haze. Her head hurt so bad "ngh. Logan?" She squinted her eyes against the bright lights above her. "Hey troublemaker. You scared us." He grinned at her, helping her sit up.

"What happened? Where am I?" She winced, the pain in her head hitting her all at once.

"You fainted in the courtroom. You hit your head. How are you feeling?" Riya stood in front of her bed.

"Like I went a round with Ronda Rousey." She chuckled.

A man in a white Jacket walked in a minute later "Hello Miss Martin. I'm Dr Jones, we have been waiting for you to wake up. How are you feeling?" He began to assess her.

"Ok, I guess. My head hurts really bad." She sighed.

"Right, of course. That's to be expected when one hits their head. Your friends say you fainted. Is this a normal occurrence?"

"No. I've never fainted before." She answered as he checked her pupils

"Any dizziness, vomiting, loss of balance?" He asked.

"Yes, all of the above." She winced again as he touched the tender spot on her head.

"Ok. We drew some blood, just waiting for the labs to come back. In the meantime, we will get you something for that headache." Ellie nodded as the doctor typed on the computer and left the room.

"Oh Ellie, thank god you're ok." Darnell barrelled into the room. "I'm ok. I think. Oh no, the hearing, you went through the trouble of rushing it."

"Hey thats ok. Your health is more important. But, the Judge will do a closed circuit chat if you want. She is wanting to wrap this up before her vacation." Ellie smiled at Darnell, "yes definitely."

"OK. I'll set it up. Be back shortly." Darnell left the room, riya went with him to check on Markus leaving her alone with Logan.

Ellie looked over to see Him with a forlorn look upon his face. "Penny for your thoughts?" Logan turned to look at her. "Ellie, I love you. You know I have always loved you, and I always will. You were the first and only girl I ever loved."

"Logan…"

"Let me finish. I. I think you're making a huge mistake." She gave him a confused look.

"Don't go through with the divorce Ellie. Colt, he loves you. And I don't know if I'm Luca's dad or he is, but he loves that little girl too. I just think you should give him a chance."

Ellie looked at him wide eyed. "Logan, you hate Colt."

"Yeah, I did but, people grow. And don't worry about me, I'll be fine." He gave her a gentle squeeze.

"I appreciate your honesty, but I have to do it. But Logan, I think you should pursue things with Stacie. She's a great girl and I happen to know she thinks you're pretty great." She couldn't believe what he just said.

"Ellie I don't know. Isn't that messed up? She's your friend. I can't do that to you." Logan hesitated.

"I know, and its ok. I want you to be happy, and even if you didn't notice it, you guys have some great chemistry."

Darnell walked in,interrupting the moment. "We're all set. You ready?" Ellie nodded. Logan giving her a hug and a soft kiss on the cheek. "Just think about what I said. It's not too late."

Logan's phone rang, he looked down seeing a familiar number. "Its the doctors office." He lifted the phone to his ear.

Hello. Yes this is Logan Rider. They are? Well we are at the hospital right now, Ellie had a health scare. Really? Yes, that would be perfect. Yes. Thank you.

He hung up, quickly running into the room.

"The results are in. The doctor is actually visiting patients in the hospital right now. He can pull the results up and read them to us today. "

Ellie felt that nauseous feeling creeping up again. This was the moment they had been waiting for and Colt wasn't there. "Just a few minutes Logan, please." Logan nodded and walked out of the room. He picked up the phone dialing a number he didn't think he ever would. Straight to voicemail. "Colt, its Logan. The results are in. If you get this come to the hospital asap."

Colt stood at the water's edge, every emotion he had buried deep down inside came spilling out. It was as if he was a dam that had broken and he couldn't patch it. He tried his phone again and again. Moving to different areas just trying to pick up some kind of signal, all his efforts failing. "FUUUUCK." he screamed as he tossed his phone onto the ground, quickly realizing what he did, he picked the phone up which was now cracked and not working. He stomped inside the house even more mad then he was to begin with.

He grabbed the house phone dialing his number. 10 new voicemails. A few from toby giving him updates at the shop. One from Logan, another from Logan, and then the last two from Ellie. The paternity results were in, and he wasn't going to be there. He tried her phone, but it went to voicemail.

Ellie it's me, Colt. I know I'm not going to be there for the results and I am so, so mad at myself for it. I also know that by now we're probably divorced. I just want you to know that I love you el, with all my heart. And if Luca is my Daughter, I will be the best father to her, the kind of father she deserves. I know if I don't hear from you, she's not mine. But even then, I will always be there for her, and you.

Colt hung up and paced the floor, going through a mix of emotions. He checked his voicemail every 20 minutes, it became a ritual. It was now 9pm and he never heard from Ellie. He tried to convince himself that maybe she got busy, maybe she was just in Shock but the fact that she did not call told him that Luca was his afterall. He finally fell into bed, he had been an emotional wreck the entire day. He could feel his heart breaking in two, he had lost her, he had lost the family he so desperately wanted. It was just him and him alone.

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smoochcal · 5 years ago

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numb without you (part nineteen)

a/n: it’s been a minute and absolutely no one is going to comment on that and instead we are just going to appreciate the fact that I am actually writing again. I have been on tour seeing 5sos a few times and school has been so busy I want to cry but it’s fine, everything is fine. shout out to miss ellie for always encouraging me to write, especially with this fic (part 18 here)

pairing: readerxluke

playlist: numb without you by the maine, october by alessia cara, unpredictable by 5sos

word count: 1.2k

rating: PG-13

summary: you meet up with both calum and his roommate in order to discuss what everything will look like once your daughter is born

warnings: implications of coparenting

Calum’s POV:

Firstly, you are really confused. I mean obviously it wasn’t a coincidence that RM/N was sitting at the table with Y/N, but you are still caught off guard. If you didn’t immediately lock eyes with RM/N you could have just backed out of the café and gone back out to your car, but to your demise you lock eyes with her the moment you saw her. You hoped that she didn’t see you, which was the only thought on your mind when you saw her stand up to greet you from across the room. You slowly made your way over to the table, watching the mother of your unborn child turn around and give you a warm smile.

It was almost comical in the sense that you felt so out of place sitting at a table with two of your favorite people sitting near you. You order your coffee black a few moments after sitting down and notice the giant glazed donut on the plate in front of Y/N, half eaten already which makes you wonder how long she and RM/N were there talking before you arrived. Of course, you can’t really gage how long Y/N has been anywhere based on how long it takes her to eat food, especially with the intense cravings she has had lately with the baby. It’s moments like these when you are so lost in your own thoughts about Y/N and the pregnancy where you can’t help but think about how different things are going to be between the two of you once the baby arrives and the pregnancy is over.

Quickly, you are pulled out of your emotional thought-provoking trance when you hear RM/N say your name a few times and rub her hand on top of your own. You are surprised at the sudden act of PDA which makes you almost pull your hand back. She laughs a little at how jumpy you are, and you know she can tell how nervous you are for the conversation that is about to unfold. You are glad she is here even though you are unsure of her intentions. She always seems to be a calming force whenever you are worried.

“So, we should probably get to the reason we are all sitting at this rather small table huh?” RM/N starts, obviously trying to get you and Y/N to talk things out before the three of you are just awkwardly sitting at the café for hours on end.

Y/N nods and clears her throat before speaking, “I invited RM/N to meet me here about an hour before I told you to meet me here because there were some things we needed to discuss, girl to girl. Lucky for us you showed up right as we were finishing our talk, which ultimately saved us from sitting together awkwardly until you showed up. Basically, since our discussion, RM/N and I are on the same page when it comes to life once the baby is born. I think she is a wonderful person and I am so glad that you have brought her into not only my life but yours and the baby’s as well. I know it isn’t going to be easy and that all of us will get a little overbearing at times but I think that me, you, RM/N and Luke can all effectively take care of our little bundle of joy together even though the two of us will not be living together.”

You focus on your breath for the majority of the time that Y/N talks. You don’t know exactly what you were expecting from this conversation, but it definitely was not what just came out of her mouth. You try to quickly comprehend everything that she just unloaded on you, but for some reason only one thing is sticking out in your head.

“Wait…Luke? What did I miss?” you inquire, although you are fairly certain that you know the answer Y/N is about to give you. A blush creeps up on her cheeks and you can tell she is about to confirm the suspicions you had about the situation.

“Yeah I mean it’s not official or whatever but that is definitely something that is happening,” Y/N states with a smile. And you know exactly how she feels. I mean you are barely dating RM/N, yet you feel like she is someone you could spend the rest of your life with. Obviously, Y/N and the baby are going to be a big part of your life, but it is refreshing to know that you are going to have someone to spend the rest of your life with, even if they don’t know it yet. And you are nothing but happy for Y/N. Luke is one of your best friends and was going to be a part of your child’s life regardless. It is almost refreshing to know that he is going to be there for your daughter even if you’re not around for whatever reason. Not that you are planning to not be around for her, but even you can’t plan that far ahead into your unpredictable life.

Y/N’s POV:

You are pleasantly surprised with how this whole café meeting is going. You knew that RM/N would be down for anything as you could tell she was more nervous than you when you both arrived at the café. You were caught off guard with how susceptible Calum was to your mention of things progressing with you and Luke. I mean it’s not like the two of you were ever truly romantically interested in one another, but you still felt like Calum might be a little possessive over you. Then again, he probably would’ve been if he didn’t already have RM/N in his life. You aren’t mad or upset though. You know your daughter will have a lot of people who love and support her and at the end of the day that is all that matters. She will spend her time evenly with you and Luke and Calum and RM/N as long as things go as planned.

This meeting between the three of you really gave you a moment to breathe and realized that no matter how chaotic your life will get in the next couple months leading up to your daughter’s arrival there will always be someone to care for her and you. The three of you pay for your respective bills and walk out to your cars before you even realize what all is going on around you. The one downside to getting lost in your own thoughts is getting pulled out of them. You thank Calum and RM/N for meeting with you and get into your car to head back home. Even though the two of you don’t live together you know Luke is most likely waiting for you back at your apartment. You find comfort in the fact that he has been there for you a lot lately and are eager to see what the future holds for the two of you.

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oldstonedjenny · 5 years ago

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For the killer queen always wanting more. The lioness licking her chops of the blood of her enemies. When all you see is enemies, you have to hold onto your pride. For hair grows back. A Cersei Lannister playlist.

Link in the picture.

Playlist

Apex Predator - Barret Wilbert Weed //

Like a lioness Only with less fur Do not mess with her She’s the apex predator

Oops!...I Did It Again - Britney Spears //

Oops!... I did it again I played with your heart Got lost in the game Oh, baby, baby Oops, you think I'm in love That I'm sent from above I'm not that innocent

Evil Woman - Electric Light Orchestra //

Hey woman, you got the blues 'Cause you ain't got no one else to use There's an open road that leads nowhere So just make some miles between here and there There's a hole in my head where the rain comes in You took my body and played to win Ha, ha, woman, it's a cryin' shame But you ain't got nobody else to blame

Devil Woman - Cliff Richard //

I drank the potion she offered me I found myself on the floor Then I looked in those big green eyes And I wondered what I came there for

Maneater - Daryl Hall & John Oates //

I wouldn't if I were you I know what she can do She's deadly, man She could really rip your world apart Mind over matter Ooh, the beauty is there but a beast is in the heart

bad guy - Billie Eilish //

I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy

you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish //

You should see me in a crown Your silence is my favorite sound Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by one

Primadonna - Marina and The Diamonds //

Primadonna girl, yeah All I ever wanted was the world I can't help that I need it all The primadonna life, the rise and fall You say that I'm kinda difficult But it's always someone else's fault

Power & Control - Marina and The Diamonds //

Women and men, we are the same But love will always be a game We give and take a little more Eternal game of tug and war

Hot N Cold - Katy Perry //

We used to be just like twins, so in sync The same energy, now's a dead battery Used to laugh (Used to laugh) 'bout nothing ('Bout nothing) Now you're plain (Now you're plain) boring (Boring) I should know (I should know) that you're not gonna change

Blank Space - Taylor Swift //

So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over, mm If the high was worth the pain Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game

Fancy - Iggy Azalea //

I'm so fancy, you already know I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh

Glamorous - Fergie ft. Ludacris //

(If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home, you say it!) My daddy told me so ("If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home!") He let his daughter know (He said, if you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home, you say it!)

You’ll be Back - Jonathan Groff //

You’ll be back, soon you’ll see You’ll remember you belong to me You’ll be back, time will tell You’ll remember that I served you well Oceans rise, empires fall We have seen each other through it all And when push comes to shove I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!

Black Widow - Iggy Azalea ft. Rita Orta //

You used to be thirsty for me But now you wanna be set free This is the web, web that you weave So baby now rest in peace (It's all over with now)

Death by Diamonds and Pearls - Band of Skulls //

You got your figure all nice But your heart stays colder than ice You got 25 grand on the bubble And you're the one telling me that you don't think you're in trouble

Hope in the Air - Laura Marling //

There's hope in the air There's hope in the water But sadly not me Your last serving daughter

Mordred’s Lullaby - Heather Dale //

Guileless son, each day you grow older Each moment I'm watching my vengeance unfold For the child of my body, the flesh of my soul Will die in returning the birthright he stole

Cold As It Gets - Patty Griffin //

I know a cold as cold as it gets I fight a war I may never see won I live only to see you live to regret Everything that you've done

My Medea - Vienna Teng //

For I have made her prison be Her every step away from me And this child I would destroy If you tried to set her free

King Nothing - Metallica //

Then it all crashes down And you break your crown And you point your finger But there's no one around Just want one thing Just to play the king But the castle crumbled And you're left with just a name Where's your crown, King Nothing?

Power - Kanye West //

Thinking no one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the powder 'Til then, fuck that, the world’s ours

Emperor’s New Clothes - Panic! At The Disco //

I'm taking back the crown I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it (Finders keepers, losers weepers), oh yeah The crown, so close, I can taste it I see what's mine and take it

King Of The World - Porcelain and The Tramps //

My pain-filled drama queen Is always creeping at your back Getting ready to buy you out 'Cause we all know What goes around comes around You shoulda known what I was all about Do not test me

Killer Queen - Queen //

She keeps a Moët et Chandon in her pretty cabinet Let them eat cake she says, just like Marie Antoinette A built-in remedy for Khrushchev and Kennedy (Ooh, ooh) At anytime an invitation, you can't decline (Ooh, ooh)

Bitch - The Plastiscines //

I’m a Bitch, in disguise

I’m a Bitch, who never hides

I’m a Bitch, did you realize?

I’m a Bitch, every time

God Save the Queen - Sex Pistols //

God save the queen The fascist regime They made you a moron Potential H-bomb God save the queen She ain't no human being

Fire Meet Gasoline - Sia //

So come on now Strike the match Strike the match now A perfect match Perfect, somehow We were meant for one another Come a little closer

Burn It Up - The Offspring //

Tonight this hood will be a pyre I'm going to set your house on fire I'll dance around the pretty flames

Such a wonderful game!

GRRRLS - AVIVA //

I can't fake it, I'll just make it on my own (on my own) I can't blame them, I'll just maim them on my throne (on my throne) I can't fake it, I'll just make it on my own (on my own) I can't blame them, I've just got to get to my throne

Monster - Kanye West //

Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster

Kingdom of One - Maren Morris //

All you can give, all you can bear Look to your heart, but nothing is there When nothing is sacred, no one is safe

Hollow Crown - Ellie Goulding //

You know you’re fighting in a losing battle Making a noose out of your hollow crown I hold a match up to your paper castle And watch it all burn down, down, down

The Ballad of Sara Berry - 35 MM //

You taste the silver, Sara! You taste the crown You thirst for blood from the roses in hand Whoa, you spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance As they crown you Queen of High School Land

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I like the names of your X-Men OCs lol. But I don't get Imago. I googled but all I found was the final form of an insect, typically winged. Is that right? Or is there another definition?

LOL no, that’s right. Its kinda a weird codename I know, but it worked for the character and I always kinda liked it. So the thing is, I really like butterflies? Random, but there it is, I’ve just always thought they were cool, and pretty, and 80s Psylocke when she was wearing her purple and pink body armor, like...back then they really emphasized the butterfly look of her psychic power signature, and I always really thought that looked cool. But they stopped using it as much after they did the body switch thing and made her more focused on using her psychic blade. So all of that was kinda the inception of that codename.

So in her original version, the one that started out as an X-Men OC, Imago’s real name was Alexis Munroe and she was the adopted daughter of Storm. She was a black girl with glasses and like, a total science nerd and proud of it. I always liked the idea of contrasting her with Ororo in that the latter is always associated with nature and primal elements and Alexis as I initially pictured her was all about getting excited for a chemistry set for Christmas and like, locking herself away in her room and working on her latest scientific discovery, lol. Which seems like total opposites, but in my head the way it worked was it was like....they were both focused on being fundamentally linked in to the world around them, just perceiving it in different ways...because the idea that science and the kind of Earth Mother associations that have always been paired with Ororo, like, the idea that those kinds of things aren’t as opposite or dissimilar as they’re made out to be has always been a big theme in my own stuff.

Anyway, so Alexis’ power was something she called her butterfly effect. Basically, it could magnify the end result of anything she did to like...its most extreme degree. So when she used her butterfly effect (which always showed up in my bad comic drawings as like, a flared pair of blue and green butterfly wings made of energy manifesting in the air behind her)....basically the idea was anytime she activated her butterfly effect...she didn’t become superstrong, like she couldn’t pick up anything heavier than usual...but a punch could send someone flying or break through solid steel, because it was the effect of the punch specifically that was amplified. Her power protected her from any blowback from the effect, like...the energy field that made up her butterfly wings kept her fist from breaking when she punched steel...and it was her amplification effect that broke the steel.

*Shrugs* I’m a big fan of versatile powers, that can be used in a ton of different ways while all stemming from the same root thing. So again, she could punch through steel, or a foot stomp could make earth tremors. She could do the Superman ‘gust of wind’ thing with her breath or rub her hands quickly against something and amplify the effect of the friction to start a fire. She could even amplify the effect of her own natural charisma to like, not do any kind of full on mind control thing, but more like the Jedi ‘these are not the droids you’re looking for’ stuff. The only real rule was that like....the action being amplified had to originate specifically from her. And then she used her science whiz know-how to figure out all kinds of cool ways to use this.

So yeah, she called herself Imago as in the final winged stage of a butterfly, because she’s a huge nerd and liked butterflies and by that I mean I’m a huge nerd and like butterflies and I made her.

(Of the others, Joy Ride was a white gay guy who was an ex-con and like, gym rat kinda guy, and his power was he physically merged himself with someone or something to possess them - like he’d go intangible and then vanish inside them - but he only used his powers on inanimate stuff because it creeped him out to possess people...so he usually would be like the ghost in the machine and possess cars and stuff and was the butt of a lot of Transformers jokes. His real name has changed like...twelve times so I forget what he originally was.

Rumor was an Iranian girl named Pardis Mahdavi who was super gossip-y and a shopaholic and her power was telepathy and astral projection...and I sucked at drawing it right, but I always pictured her power working as like....she projected lots of versions of herself floating around people and whispering in their ears....like her go-to move was projecting telepathic thoughts in peoples’ minds without them realizing that it was coming from her.

Deliverance was another black girl named Mallorie whose power was a kind of super strength and invulnerability that activated in response to danger to either herself or people near her. Like Spiderman’s Spidey-sense, only instead of sensing danger coming it was more like, once there was actual danger around or she ran into a situation where other people were in danger, she would automatically get super strong, faster and invulnerable...until the danger passed. Which usually was like...when she won the fight. Tbh, I forget just how the specifics of this one worked in my head, because I adapted her years ago to fit into my Ellis Eighteen universe instead, and there she’s a teleporter whose power is she can teleport anyone in her line of sight to anywhere she can picture, her power just doesn’t work on herself.

Horoscope was a white guy named Andrew who was a precog, but his power was kinda tricky. Basically, he pictured a goal, and then just let himself go on autopilot and let his power guide him to some ultimate destination....and wherever he ended up like....there was something about there that would let him do what he was trying to do, or it was the best place for whatever he wanted to happen to happen....but it wasn’t like he got instructions or a walk-through so it wasn’t always clear WHY his power had led him to this place or result or conclusion.

Crossfire was a black guy named Bernard, whose power was teleportation but with a specific slant....he was a switch teleport, meaning he could change any two people or objects place in physical space, but like...there had to be some switch going on, he couldn’t just teleport himself to the other end of the room...unless there was someone already there. But this let him do stuff like switch places with the person shooting some kind of weapon or energy attack at him so they ended up hit by their own attack, or I wrote one fanfic style scene in my spiral notebook (lol) where they were fighting the Juggernaut and Bernard basically just jumped off a roof and turned around in mid-air to look at the Juggernaut as he was falling...and then switched places so he was back on the roof and it was the Juggernaut falling several stories.

Desperado was Diego Zavala, and his power was to manipulate momentum. He wasn’t a speedster or anything, he just tweaked kinetic energy in his area to make things faster or slower.....so he could make things shot at him or his team just lose all their momentum at once and so just fall to the ground, or he could pick up a rock and throw it and then boost its momentum so it hit like a grenade. Or he could slow down vehicles or even people or make like a temporary speedster effect for himself or his friends, speed them up a little.....but he had to be careful of this because their bodies weren’t adapted to go super fast and I was a big Flash nerd as a kid too so I was very conscious of that potential downside of superspeed and worked it into everything lmfao.

And then lastly Hoax was another white guy named Zack, and he was absolutely NOT based on Zack Morris from Saved By The Bell, a show of my youth, except okay fine he totally was. But basically Hoax was a con artist but also kinda not? Like before he joined the team he was a faith healer....but the thing was, he wasn’t actually cheating people out of their money, he really could heal them, because the way his power worked was he could do anything he could convince people he could do. Like...as long as he could make someone believe he could do what he was claiming...he could actually make it happen. So he had to come up with all these little tricks and mind games and sleight of hand to like...fake ‘little miracles’ to get people believe he had some kind of powers and could back of his claims...and then he slowly built that over time into getting people to believe he could pull off bigger and bigger things until he actually could heal people because he had enough people believing he could. So he’s basically only as powerful as his reputation convinces people he is...but he was really good at working a crowd and running a con and convincing people he could pull off various feats.

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peacefulwriter88 · 6 years ago

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One That Got Away- Chapter 5

Chapter 5: It's a Man’s Man’s World

Universe: Marvel Canon

Rating: M for Mature (Language, Sexual tones eventual)

Previous Chapter

I don’t realize I’ve stolen Steve Rogers jacket until Sunday morning. Its not intentional, not even an afterthought for me. Saturdays are busy in the fall in the my world. There’s college football and the NFL and the World Series and tennis and while my specialty was primarily football and basketball, it was natural for me to follow other things for the blog I ran on the side. Because whether men liked that I was a black women giving them tips on sports, they couldn’t deny that I knew my shit. And I only knew my shit because I spent too much of my free time trending things and doing too much research. I never saw Ellie, she came in late Saturday morning…the sun barely rising while I slept. She was nestled in her room when I ran out and I had spent the day in my office, making use of the leftover lunch from the luncheon the day before and watching all the games on big screens while taking notes on my laptop. By the time I got home, Ellie was still perched in her room and I happily trailed into my own, shutting the door and stripping myself of clothes before falling asleep.

When I wake up the next morning, its from a group text between Ellie and Nel:

N: Bitches. It's been 24 hours since we’ve all been dicked down by an Avenger. Da fuck why haven’t we shared the juicy deets yet?

E: Nel! You don’t expose that stuff over text. Someone can hack it and use it against them

N: Or us

E: Or us!

E: ……but you and Aria might have been the only ones get that Avengers D….

N: Don’t tell me you didn’t get to experience bucky’s winter soldier?

N: What he freeze up on you? :D

E: Hey! No! We just talked! He was a gentleman

N: Not the way he was giving you the eye

E: It wasn’t like that

N: I saw what I saw and what I saw were fuck me eyes. Do you not agree A?

E: Aria! Tell him Bucky isn’t like that

N: You wanna tell me that Steve wasn’t giving A the full dick down with those baby blues of his. Because he was. All night long….

E: Aria! Say something

N: She probably worked all day yesterday after the dick down and is resting.

N: So I propose brunch at 11 at Lulu’s.

N: you in?

E:….ooooo lulu’s! Yep!

N: Perfect. Wake up her highness and I’ll see you bitches in an hour

E: Don’t tell me what to do with my life!

E: ….. see you in a hour ha ha

I laugh, shaking my head. Nel was the fucking worse in the best way. And then it clicks in my head.

“Sam’s gay!?”

I don’t mean to say it out loud the thought that shakes me. Sure there was some mild level bi vibes I got from him but hell I just mistook it as his ability to be strongly empathetic. He worked with veterans.

I didn’t think he was full on gay. I wouldn’t have walked him into Nels arms if I did. Nel was great but the worst kind of heartbreaker.

“Ariadne!”

Ellie’s voice fills the house and I can hear her door squeal open, shut close. She's in my room in two seconds, a spaghetti strap and shorts that mirror my own and she jumps on my queen size bed and squeals,

“Did you fuck Steve Rogers!!??? Please, please, please say you did!”

“Sam’s gay?” I counter back and she falls back on her haunches, looking at me skeptically,

“Yes, that’s old news. I thought you knew that. I thought that’s why you invited the boys to the bar. So Nel had sam, I would have Bucky to leave you to Steve all for yourself…”

I blink my eyes, sitting up and shaking my head,

“Pure, innocent coincidence. I just wanted wing friends.”

She looks at me and laughs,

“What did you think I meant when I said Sam was more Nel’s type.”

“I don’t know.” I shrug and she nods, before looking around my room.

“I know that bomber jacket,” she nods to the blue jacket resting on the back of my desk chair. I look at it, sigh, and throw my head on the back of my headboard. “it belongs to a certain blue eyed soldier. So you did invite him in.”

I can't help the smile that erupts over my face but I shake my head,

“E, do you think that if I honestly fucked Steve Rogers I’d be able to walk to work the next day? Really?”

She thinks about it, furrowing her eyes together then sighs,

“Probably not. All that super serum dick….you’d need at least a day of rest.”

“Exactly. He walked me home.”

She furrow’s her eyebrows together.

“You telling me Nel is the one who walked away with a good dicking down out of the three of us?”

I shrug.

“Looks like.”

“Mother fucker.” She says and I giggle as I lean into her.

“Whatever Ms. ‘ I have Bucky wrapped around my little finger’! I want to hear more about that…”

Ellie is the kind of girl that loves to share details with the people she loved and I was always the first she would spill too. Unless it was something she was unsure about - something she had to feel out herself.

Then she’d keep that shit so close to her heart and it’d be up to me to pry it open with crowbar if necessary.

“Hmmmmm….let's get ready for brunch. Its nearly ten and it's going to take thirty minutes to get down to the island.”

She was stalling, typical Elli style,

“I'm going to get it out of you.” I say and she rolls her eyes, smiling as she moves off my bed.

“Whatever you say Ariadne.”

“The gods blessed the earth when they created the man that is Sam Wilson.”

The café is packed and were smooshed in a corner because New York decided to dip to the low forties and the idea of waiting outside for an hour felt like hell.

Nel is being not tactful at all, speaking loudly as he obnoxiously sips his coffee. Despite the scarf he wears, his neck is littered in dark blue and pepper bruises, a gift I’m sure from Sam.

“You are being ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.” I say, looking up from my phone and he leans down, pushing even closer to me and Ellie.

“I might be ridiculous but I just had the best goddamn 24 hours of my life. So shoot me for wanting the world to know how happy a certain Avenger made me.”

I roll my eyes as I sit up more against the small booth I’m sharing with Ellie. It was pure luck that just when Nel was putting our names in, a couple had gotten up and Ellie and I had rushed to grab the seat. We’d alternate standing with Nel and sitting comfortably – Lucy’s was always packed and having to stand an hour in even fall chilly temperatures made my knees sore.

“This is the happiest I have ever seen you.” Ellie notes from the comfortable place on my shoulder. The tendrils of her hair tickling my exposed neck, and her body warmth was a nice contrast to the cool air that kept creeping into the enclosed space.

“Because I am my happiest,” Nel bats his eye lashes before looking down at Ellie, “So baby doll are you going to lay down some truth about you and Mr. Metal Arm or am I going to have to pull it out of you.”

Ellie narrows her eyes at him before directing her gaze elsewhere.

“Don’t call him that…” she finally says softly and Nel wiggles his eyebrows at me.

“Oh, why? Did Mr. Barnes fuck you so good you’ve forgotten what it's like to laugh outside of your post orgasmic state?”

I can’t help but chuckle as she tries to swat him with her short legs, easily missing Nel who barely moves from the action.

“Stop it Nel! It's not like that with me and him.” her voice is light and I can tell she’s pouting without having to look at her as Nel asks,

“Then what’s it like?”

“It's….different.”

“How is it different?” he presses and she sighs, resting her chin on my shoulders and batting her eyes.

“Make him stop.” She whines and I laugh, nudging her forehead with my own before saying,

“What makes you think he’ll listen to me?”

“He always listens to you.” she pouts and I shrug,

“Well…..maybe I’m curious to hear more about your night with Bucky. You both were exuding some mad vibes the minute he sat down next to you.”

She furrows her eyes together, pouting.

“You’re terrible, you know that, strategically placing yourself in the middle so we were forced to be all close with them and keeping yourself out of arm's reach from Steve. Speaking of, what did happen with you and Steve? I’m not forgetting that his jacket is still lying on your chair, speaking of.”

I roll my eyes as Nel leans down, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“Reallly? That’s an interesting unfolding of events.”

“Oh my god the both of you. Nothing happened. Really. Steve lectured me on taking the subway home alone, like you both do and then walked me home.”

I lean back in the booth, allowing the cold air from the window to counter the blood rising to my cheeks.

“And then…” Nel asks and I sigh, looking down at Ellie.

“You have to give us all the juicy details on Bucky if I go any further.”

“Oh I will!” my body shakes from the enthusiastic way she bobs her head up and down and I sigh as I close my eyes.

“It's nothing really. He walked me up the stairs, I kissed him good night on the cheek. Then he asked me for my number and I gave it to him and he hasn’t called me sense.”

I didn’t want to go into any further detail….I was feeling insecure about it. Normally I wouldn’t care too much about sharing my number with a boy and not hearing back from him but I thought by now I’d have heard something. On the way over, Ellie had been nose deep in her phone, smiling to herself as she texted who I could only assume was Bucky. Nel had spent the weekend with Sam and I was left pining over someone who probably didn’t like me like that.

What a mess.

“It's only been like a little over 24 hours….” Ellie can already sense me falling into myself, how I was placing up walls. For as flirty and outgoing that I could be, I didn’t like the way Steve Grant Rogers made me feel. I was unsure, always second guessing myself. He broke down a lot of fucking walls I’ve spent years mastering putting up.

But in a sick, tormented way I liked it?

“Not to mention its Captain America. He’s like one of the most important Avengers….the big guy. He’s probably just busy saving the world.”

Nel’s voice is light but it verges on the edge of danger, knowing that my mind was already decided as he flickers his eyes over to Ellie.

He hoped for all their sake he was right.

By Tuesday I’m a fucking monster. Between hearing how Ellie had a date with Bucky that night, I wake up in a mean mood, fuming past Ellie in our small shared bathroom and bitching loudly about anything that annoys me. She ignores me, dutiful friend that she is, allowing me to bitch about how cold the water is, sigh exaggeratedly when my charcoal eyeliner breaks against my eye. She’s known me long enough to know how to navigate past a bad mood and her guilt filled irises just fuel my anger.

Stupid fucking Captain America.

Everyone I encounter from my trek to my work is a victim to raging eyes that silently read “go fuck yourself in a dark corner and die”. I nearly lose my shit when a guy spills my $2 coffee on my silk, white blouse and gives an empathetic eye.

Work is too far away.

And probably not the brightest idea in my current state.

The only women on the floor consist of me, the main secretary and three other journalist. There were graphic designers and other behind the scenes staff that were heavier with a female staff, but the main and consistent writers were only full of five fucking women.

The 21st century hadn’t shifted shit.

Its enough though, women who know when you’re in a bad mood and instead of digging into why have enough social cues to leave you the fuck alone. Tiffany, the secretary offers me a dress she keeps around and that she’d dry clean my shirt on the company dime which only threatens me to cry. Almost.

Instead I say thank you, change into the deep V-neck dress, ignoring the fact that it was most definitely designed as a party dress and throw my blazer over it, hoping that my hair covers enough of my cleavage.

By the time I walk into my first meeting, I’m a little better.

Just a bit.

I have to deal with Tod, a mediocre writer who has strings in the right places checking out my boobs every few minutes. Have to tolerate Jeff, an alright guy with a gift for talent but no social cues from showing me his weekend plans. He had managed to get some woman to date him, awkward ass Jeff – imagine the fuck that – and I pretend to smile and be amused by his story. Stefanie who is sitting across from me can sense my annoyance and throws me a sympathetic glance. I had already texted her my annoyances with the world omitting the Steve Rogers part and she was sympathetic to my struggles.

I almost make it through my meeting.

Almost.

That’s before my boss speeds up a deadline for two articles I haven’t even been able to start because it’s then I’m giving the task of covering some shit Mediocre Tod couldn’t handle. Fuck his rich daddy and his quiet donations to our company. It was killing me.

I’m on the verge of losing my shit by the time that I walk to my office, tempted between finally giving into my angry, frustrated tears or just destroying my office until I felt satisfied before I hear my phone ring.

Internal - great. Probably someone I didn’t want to deal with.

“Whaaaaaattt.” I don’t mean to sound annoyed and clipped but I had so much fucking work to do and on top of it all I forgot to eat breakfast and it was just a little past lunch. I was adding that to my list of annoyances for the day.

“You have a visitor Ms. Bellamy.”

Tiffany’s voice is soft and cracks, it's different. Unlike the young blonde.

“Ok. What do you want me to do about it?”

There’s a pause. Tiffany had worked for my office for a while, so she knew that on bad days my attitude wasn’t anything new. The pause makes me wonder what was up.

“Umm, maybe…come to meet him? Or I can bring him to you?”

“That option. Tell him he has 5 minutes.”

I hang up and sigh, straightening up. My office had a single window, so there was transparency among young journalist and more experienced writers. Though I was in a corner unit and had a nice space that offered privacy if I need to quick change into an outfit and was too lazy to move to bathroom, it also meant that I couldn’t see who was coming toward me. I open my laptop, connecting it to my desktop screen as I begin outline the two different articles I need to complete. Find a good jazz station and take a deep breath.

I could pretend to be pleasant for five minutes

I so caught in breathing exercises I almost miss the light knock on the door.

“Ms. Bellamy,” Tiffany’s voice is soft as I flicker my eyes over to the door. “You’re guest is here with lunch.”

I’m five seconds from cussing out whatever new football player thought it would be cute to waltz himself into my office when my heart stops.

There is no one other than mother fucking Steve Rogers moving into my office.

Steve had a long weekend. The kind where he was out of the country fighting international bad guys for over 72 hours kind of weekend. It was supposed to be a small intel unit – him, Rhodey, Natasha. Quick and sweet and he’d be back in his bed as fast as he got out of it.

Of course it was a fucking trap.

It had worked out, in the end. They got the information that they needed, had a few individuals in custody. There was no major damage done to any cities and best of all, no need to call for backup. It was a lot of people’s weekend off – if there was such a thing for protectors of the world – and he wanted to keep that up. No one in the Tower, himself included, understood boundaries and pushed themselves to hard. Invincible or powerful or sleathy or not, at the core they were all beings and beings had basic needs to survive.

So they rotated and while the burden had been heavier for him – taking too many gun shots that would bruise him underneath his suit and a few fractured ribs, he had come back in one piece Monday morning.

The instant he left the infirmary he had fallen on his bed and didn’t emerge from the deep slumber he was in until Tuesday morning.

Which was why he hadn’t thought about calling you.

He compartmentalized things. It was the only way to survive the type of things he saw, the emotional burden he placed on himself. He created distance and boundaries for himself and his personal life – his personal needs were the last of his areas he paid attention to. It's not until he’s dragging himself into the kitchen, making a pot of coffee that he feels pain against his head.

He turns quickly and isn’t surprised to see Bucky moving past him, shaking his head.

“You fucking idiot.” He mutters to him and Steve frowns, rubbing his head and returning to his coffee.

“What I do now?”

“You didn’t call Ariadne is what.”

Son of a bitch. Steve’s eyes pop over to Bucky who smirks, shaking his head as he leans against the counter.

“You didn’t call her and now she thinks you don’t like her. And is in a mood and that’s making Ellie nervous to meet up for drinks tonight.”

“What does that have to do with Ariadne? She wouldn’t tell her to stay home.”

“True,” Bucky nods. “But Ellie feels terrible her friend is getting ghosted by Captain America so you know, female comradery. Which is fair for their friendship but sucks for the possibility of my relationship. So your idiocy is fucking up my life.”

Steve sighs leaning against the counter.

“I didn’t mean to forget to call her. I just went out on mission and-”

“And don’t have a fucking smart phone or sense to get texting on that prehistoric machine to let her know,” Bucky cuts him off. “C’mon Steve, I know you well enough to know that’s a poor excuse. What do you think she is going to think?”

Steve sighs, returning to the coffee pot.

“I didn’t want to mess this up. I really want to get to know her. I…I…”

“I know,” Bucky finishes, pushing off the counter. “So I did a little favor. Asked Ellie where Ariadne worked. Asked if she would mind sharing the address so my dear friend Steve could go and make amends with lunch.”

He walks past Steve, placing a piece of paper beside him.

“Figure out your fucking life and stop forcing me to continue to clean up your mess. And stop being such a pussy when it comes to women you like – that’s how you lose all the good ones.”

Bucky shakes his head and Steve can’t help but give a side, grateful smile. Bucky could be a pain in the ass but he knew how to pull through when he really needed it.

It’s a little past 12:30 when he’s walking through the glass doors of ESPN. He opted for burgers and fries from an upscale restaurant Tony had recommended once because you just seemed like the kind of woman who wasn’t insecure enough to eat a good meal in front of him. He had also grabbed a bouquet of flowers for you – white roses laced with a fancy form of purple orchid that made him insecure when he stepped out of the elevator from the looks he was receiving. Maybe they were too fancy, possibly, but he didn’t know what type of flowers you liked – if you were even a flower girl – and really wanted to make up for the delay in responding back to you. The more he thought about it, the shittier it felt to share a special moment with you and go silent for days.

He didn’t mean to “ghost” you as Bucky had kindly put it.

What he didn’t expect when you looked up from your monitor, thick black glasses falling down the bridge of your nose was the overwhelming feeling of lust mixed with relief to fill him. He hadn’t thought he missed you, not really, but seeing you gives him a weird feeling of peace.

There’s that and the ridiculous cut of the blue dress you wear as you look him up and down before sighing and returning your eyes back to the screen.

“Thanks Tiffany. That’ll be all for now.”

He’d forgotten about the young blonde giving him goo-goo eyes and she flickers back from you to him one last time before stepping out the room, closing the door behind her.

“Surprised you even remembered my name to find out where I worked.”

There’s a dryness to your tone, your shoulders are tense as you keep your eyes on your monitor.

Yea – you were definitely pissed.

“I’m an idiot.”

He doesn’t know what else to say as you stop moving your fingers for a second and he takes it as his cue to continue, “I had a mission and…this sounds stupid even saying it out loud but I don’t have text and I didn't think to call and leave a message and I sort of...missions I just am in a different mind space. I got back in yesterday and slept and didn’t realize that I had been stupid until then so I thought I’d bring you lunch and flowers. And if that’s too much…I’ll leave. You deserve better than what I put you through.”

He sees you sigh, closing your eyes and taking intentional breaths before waving to the chair across from you,

“Sounds fair.”

Its awkward, the first fifteen minutes. You could even give Peggy a run for her money with your ability to not act impressed by the small notions of apology he’s created. But after a few bites into your burger he senses you relaxing, easing into yourself. You don’t pester him about what his mission was like, not like most people who normally are dying to hear about it, instead you ask him what interested him in art. How he was able to refine his skill. In return he asks about how you’ve fallen into journalism, how you ended up at ESPN as a journalist. You speak passionately about your journey, your eyes lighting up and it's only when the both of you are down to your fries that you give a sigh. Not like the one before.

“I really do need to get back to work. I have two deadlines my boss threw at me this morning and no fucking time to get it done.”

You’re voice is full of regret as you lean back in your chair, your eyes hooded as you swivel your chair back and forth. He nods, smiling as he falls back in his own seat, watching you curiously.

“That’s a shame. I was thinking I was finally getting to the part where I redeem myself.”

You smile, amused but you don’t say anything.

Just watch him carefully.

“I’d like to see you again,” he’s careful with his next words, hunching over and staring at the table. “I know…I didn’t set the best track record the first time. Normally I’m a bit better at this…well not dating.. ahh, I don’t really date a lot but you know, getting to know a woman…”

He sounded like the world's biggest idiot. One hundred years old and still tripping over his words.

He flickers his eyes up at you and you’re still watching curiously. He continues,

“But I do learn from my mistakes. And I really….want to get to know you. You are…I like spending time with you. Could I take you out maybe this Friday? Its my weekend off so I promise I won’t be an idiot and accidently blow you off.”

His voice is hopeful as he looks up at you and you give a lazy grin, pushing your chair back to your laptop and resuming your typing,

“Friday’s can be hard. Sometimes I work, sometimes I don’t. They’re games you know, and basketball is starting up and the Yankees by some miracle are in the semi-finals. So I’ll probably be going to that,” he got it. He fucked up. It was nice, his gesture, but it wasn’t enough. He was about to get up and apologize for wasting your time before you nod your head thoughtfully, looking over at him, “I normally drag Ellie to these things but she hates it and only goes for the free seats and free booze. And selfie opportunities. But I have nice box seats for the game this Friday – want to be my plus one?”

He wants to tell you he’d jump off skyscrapers to be your plus one for the next decade of Yankee games. Instead he gives a coy smile and nods,

“Yea – that sounds fun.”

“Great!” You say as you return your eyes back to your screen. “I’ll call you and tell you the details but I’ll probably meet you there. I’ll be working from home that day and typically have to run here before heading to games so it’ll just be easier.”

“Sure, whatever works best for you.” he gets up and hesitates, wondering if he should ask to hug you, or just let himself out. When you don’t move your eyes from the screen he takes it as his cue and leaves. He’d won a second date, he wouldn't be pushy about the details.

“Oh, let me walk you out. Sorry, my boss emailed me and I have a bad habit of going into tunnel vision when my interest is peaked.”

You stand up, shifting your dress, brushing crumbs off your bosom before smiling and walking toward him.

“By the way, who do I have to thank for sending over the courier lunch service?”

You move past him with a confident ease, opening your door and strolling out into the office. He’d forgotten how most of the workers had quieted with his appearance and they all fumble back into position as he catches up with you easily.

“I can’t tell you.”

You smile, shaking your head.

“Ah. Ellie.”

He furrows his eyebrows together as you look over at him,

“Nel would have no shame letting Sam know I was in a mood from you ghosting me.”

He smiles as you both make it to the elevator, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

“Well are you? Still upset?” he wants it to come off teasing but he knows the worry drips off each word, can’t help but default to bad habits when he was around someone that impressed him. You look up at the ceiling, thinking through it before smiling and shrugging,

“Depends on how impressed I am by your baseball knowledge.

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negasonicimagines · 7 years ago

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Thanks, Wade.

Finally, someone other than Dawna has given me an idea to run with! Thanks so much to @ceylon-morphe286 !! You’re an absolute sweetheart and I had so much fun working with you to create this piece!! (Also, I know Deadpool doesn’t hurt kids, but for comedic purposes let’s just say he does. And, clearly, he’s a good enough marksman to miss on purpose, so he could be fucking with you.)

The battle was quite graphic, you honestly don’t know how you got in the middle of it. One second, you were strolling around the city, listening to Danger Days, the next you were in danger. A boulder flies at your head, and you’re shoved out of the way.

“Hey, dumbass, are you trying to get yourself killed?!”

“You saved me,” you say, gaping at the angel in front of you.

“Kind of my job, shit-for-brains.”

“Thank you, for saving my life and all,” is all you have to say.

“We’ve been over this. It’s what I do. Weirdo. Scram!”

“Agh! What did I do?!” You question the red-suited superhero-looking guy who’s currently shooting at you.

“You bought the last chocolate chip cookie!” he yells back, chasing you through the streets.

Until you’re clipped by a bus.

“Oh my god, she fuckin’ dead,” Wade references a Vine.

“Deadpool!” Your rescuer from the other day groans, recognizing you. “I just saved her life, could you try not ending it?”

“B..but my cookie…”

“Who gives a fuck?” She asks him, before turning her attention to you. “Where are you hurt?”

“I, uh… I might have a bruise on my shin?”

She looks at you critically, and when she helps you up, her hand touching yours, even for a second, makes you blush.

“You’re really lucky you’re not, y’know, dead. That bus was speeding and ran a red light,” She explains, and you barely manage to hear her, too focused on her face. “What’s with that dopey expression of yours? You don’t have a concussion, do you? I don’t want to deal with that.”

“Um… N-no concussion, I don’t think…”

“Good. Well, uh, see you around, I guess. Since you keep getting in danger and all.”

You were helping your cousin’s girl scout troop sell cookies by supervising them as they went door to door when the apartment you were in lit up in flames. All that was there was a Janitor’s cart, and the fire was getting closer and closer. It was blocking your way to the door, but you were close to the window.

“Toss the cleaners out the window so they don’t blow up,” you tell the girls, not even sure where that came from. Fire department is taking too long. “Hey, you guys learned how to braid, right?”

The girls, all terrified, nod. You offer them giant rolls of toilet paper. “Let’s get closer to the window, and we can braid it tight, long, and fast, okay? And then we’ll braid those braids together, to make a rope.”

You and the four girls you’re with work as hard as you can. The fire department gets there once you’re done, and the girls climb down the rope and safely land on the trampoline. They can only get down one at a time, and you’re sure you weigh as much as at the very least one and a half of them.

You accept your fate, glad you could at least help the little girls get to safety when she comes in.

“It’s about time I introduced myself, considering I’ve saved your stupid ass so many times. Negasonic Teenage Warhead.”

“Is that your real name?”

“Fuck no! What kind of shitty ass parents do you think I have? Come on, I’m fireproof, I’ll help you get to safety, whatever your probably dumb and totally not a cool code-name name is.”

“Y/N,” you tell her.

Damn it, why’s she gotta have a name as pretty as her face? Ellie thinks, taking your hand and leading you out of the flames, tossing flaming wreckage out of the way and allowing you to escape.

“Are you trying to kill yourself?” She asks.

“No, I was looking at the sunset. And then I fell.”

She snickers cruelly at this as her mentor reaches down and plucks you from where you dangle off the edge of your roof.

“Young one, there are many resources if you are feeling sad. This is not a solution.”

“I’m not trying to kill myself, I promise!” You inform them. “...I’m just clumsy, that’s all,” you add shyly.

You’re at the farmer’s market about to pluck an apple from a pyramid of fruits.

“Stop right there, Klutzy McGee, you’re not even touching that!” Deadpool stops you.

“Please don’t shoot me! There are plenty of other apples.”

“What? I’m not gonna shoot you, I’m gonna take you to your girlfriend!” He informs.

“I- I don’t have a girlfriend,” you tell DP, maybe he’s got you confused for someone else.

“Not yet!” He chirps, dragging you along by your wrist to a rather large home, well, a mansion. He knocks hard on the door and none other than Negasonic Teenage Warhead answers.

“I got your girlfriend!” He says cheerfully, and you blush deeply, but shake your head.

“She’s...Not my girlfriend.”

“Don’t be like that, Nega-hedgehog YA Novel Atomic Thing! You two would make a great couple!”

She looks at him skeptically, and then you, with a concerned expression. You realize you probably look like a tomato on steroids.

“You’re not going to spontaneously combust, are you? That gig’s kinda taken,” she informs you. ‘Do you want me to call the police?’ she mouths, and you shake your head.

“Ah, Deadpool and Y/N! Come in, have lunch!” Colossus says cheerfully.

You all eat BLTs, though Wade insists on having a knife with his to “feast upon it as the ancient lettuce-hunters would have.”

“So, Y/N, what would you like to do with your future?”

“I don’t know. I like helping people, maybe I’ll do something like be a nurse or a teacher.”

“Ooh, I like that!” Deadpool comments, gesturing with his steak knife and making you a little uneasy. You just know something bad is gonna happen with that knife.

“Ellie, pay attention,” Colossus requests, placing a hand on her shoulder. She shrugs it off, turning up the volume on her headphones to the point where you can hear it.

“You like MCR too?” You ask her.

“Uh, yeah… How can you hear this?”

“You have it cranked up really high,” you inform her.

“I can not hear it,” Piotr informs, and DP agrees. The two look curious.

“Oh, it’s nothing special. Just good hearing.”

“Well, damn. I was hoping you’d have an excuse to spend more time to spend with that grouchy teen over the-” He gestures towards Negasonic with the knife, and accidentally throws it at her face. You manage to catch it rather close to her face, gripping the blade. Blood drips down your wrist from your hand, and she looks at it with wide eyes, as does the rest of the group. “I stand corrected.”

“That is not normal, young one,” Colossus informs.

“Really? I’m sure she had no clue that it wasn’t completely fucking normal to catch knives thrown at people’s faces by a mercenary!” Deadpool snarks.

“Well done,” Ellie remarks, not to you, but to Wade’s sass skills.

“Have you always had such fast reflexes, Y/N?” Piotr asks.

“Uh, I mean, I guess. I would say I’ve been more, more lucky than anything.”

“But you’re always in trouble!” DP disagrees.

“And I’m not dead,” you point out.

“Ah…” Colossus sighs pensively.

Wade gets out one of his many knives from his belt and tosses it at Ellie. You catch this one as well, with your other hand.

“What the hell, Wilson?! Trying to kill me, now?”

“Not at all. Trying to get Y/N to save you. Ooh, watch this!” He aims so it’ll barely brush her shoulder, not that anyone else knows that when he shoots the pistol.

You catch the bullet between your wounded hands like a fly, feeling the burn.

“She’s totally a superhero, Iron Dick! Wait, that’s better for a different superhero in the Marvel universe, forget I said that one.”

“I’m not a superhero, I can barely take care of myself, let alone save people.”

“You saved Ellie three times from one of the best hit men in the world.”

“Well, I only saved her because-”

“Because you want to fuck her!” Wade cuts you off, and you look scandalized, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. Piotr and Ellie look at him like he’s insane, which he is, but- “What?! I see the goo-goo eyes Y/N gives her when she rescues her. I see the way Ellie looks at Y/N’s ass! Someone had to say something!”

You wish the ground underneath you would just vanish, you’re so embarrassed by his words that you don’t even notice his comment about Ellie checking you out.

“Y/N, would you like to join us? You are a gifted young girl and...”

“In case you missed the sign, this is kind of a place for gifted young people,” Wade finishes.

“I- I don’t really think I can help you, I’m sorry,” you deny his request.

“You can. I saw what you did for those girl scouts, and you said you wanted to help people earlier, right?” So, she was listening.

At Ellie’s insistence, you decide: “Oh.. Okay.”

“Yes! Another moody teen to annoy! Finally! I can’t get a rise out of any of the others!”

“Let us take you to the infirmary,” Piotr says.

“I’ll do it,” Ellie offers, walking you down the halls of the surprisingly quiet school. Deadpool follows closely behind, wanting to hear every detail of his OTP’s conversation.

The nurse, a mutant with the power to heal others, quickly fixes your wounds.

“Thanks for doing that, earlier. Saving me, I mean.” “W-well, I mean, I had to make it up to you s-somehow. All- All those times y-you saved me, I mean…” You tell her, more shy now that it’s pretty much just the two of you. You stand, walking over to the sink to wash the gunpowder off your hands. You lean against the counter, but you slip on a stray glob of hand-sanitizer that happened to be on the floor, grabbing onto a cot for purchase and trying to get up only causing you to slip more and more until you give up and let your face smush into the hardwood floor.

Ellie giggles at this, and you swear she sounds like an angel when she laughs.

You get up, rubbing your nose.

“Y’know, if you want to be one of the big shots like Colossus or whatever, you’re gonna have to be a lot less clumsy than that.”

Wade crashes into the infirmary. “Y’all having sex yet? I brought popcorn and dental dams!”

You and Ellie both look at him, like ‘WTF DUDE I’M TRYING BUT YOU KEEP COCK-BLOCKING!’

“Uh… I’m gonna go make some chimichangas. Lucky by Britney Spears, you better confess to Moody Teen Number Three before she puts those earbuds back in!” He dashes away.

“Why does he feel the need to play Fairy God-merc?” You ask her pitifully.

“Confess what to me…?” she asks you.

“Um- Uh- I- I killed the Easter Bunny!” You sigh, isntead deciding to tell the truth: “No, uh… I like you. LIke, uh, like-like you. I think you’re really pretty and mysterious and funny, and, I’m not really any of those things, so it’s cool if you don’t feel that way about me, but-”

She laughs at you, like it’s so funny that someone as horrid as you would like her. “You..Like me?”

“Yeah, it’s dumb, I know, sorry for wasting your ti-” Ellie grabs your arm as soon as you turn around, and kisses you.

Oh, you think. Thanks, Wade.

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Recovery Companion Pt.3

Writer: Ellie-Mae (Pen Name)

**Part: 3/5 Previous Parts: 1 - 2

Summary: Being the only girl stuck in a maze with boys, things get complicated. When y/n gets attacked, resulting in several injuries, she is assigned a companion during recovery. Will her quickly developing feelings for the tall, British boy be platonic or something more? And what will happen if or when he finds out?

Pairing: TMR Newt x Female!Reader

Warnings/Rated: Mentions of suicide attempt, attack(s) on character(s), nightmares and fluff!!

Word Count: 4,571

A/N: Hey! Quick note here! So this story will have a bunch of time jumps from here on out so please watch for that. ALSO! I would like to start a new imagine series for you guys - Should I do another TMR or a different fandom? Message me and let me know your ideas!! I really enjoy writing for you guys and would like to continue doing so. Anyway, now you can enjoy the story.**

( Readers ) P.O.V.

To say that Newt and I have been spending a lot of time together feels like an understatement. We sit together during meals (whenever he isn't busy), no matter where I'm working, he collects me to help him do his rounds of The Glade and every night we are together either in his room or mine.

It makes me really happy to be with him and sometimes he's busy so I don't see him much at that time. It doesn't feel overwhelming because we do get breaks from each other. The only things that are bothering me are; Newt acts affectionate one moment then backs off the next.

And...Gladers are starting to notice how much time we spend together, questions and jokes are going around but they don't ever reach Newt because he's second in command - that leaves me to take all the teasing.

Several weeks have gone by and Newt has been acting strange when we're seen together. I don't know if I should be relieved or hurt, I'm scared of these feelings that I have for him and I don't want to hurt anyone or be hurt.

I woke up this morning to a 'see you later' and a smile from Newt as he was walking out the door. He's been sleeping a lot better recently but when the nightmares hit, they're worse than the last.

One night after I woke him, I decided to ask him what was wrong, what causes the nightmares. He didn't look at me and gave me a vague answer "loss". Not wanting to upset him, I didn't push it or ask again.

I've gathered that it's probably something to do with The Maze, sometimes he cries out in his sleep. Stuff like "run!" "I'm sorry" and "leave me".

After he left this morning, I haven't seen him. It was already dinner and there has been no sign of him. I'm not worried, he's most likely with Minho and/or Alby. I don't worry about him as much anymore because I know that we will see each other every night.

Chuck and Zart sit with me tonight, we're discussing whether or not pranks would be appropriate occasionally around here. I mean, it'd be kind of fun and I'm sure everyone would be a good sport. We are all laughing about our stupid ideas when a boy named Jay comes up and takes a seat beside me.

I don't know him that well, he's just another one of the dozen boys around here that I don't hang out with. I basically stay with my main group of friends and keep friendly with everyone else.

Something about Jay feels off though, I begin to shift uncomfortably when he doesn't say anything to us.

I greet him, offering a small smile with Chuck and Zart following my lead. Jay doesn't acknowledge the boys and continues to stare at me, smiling. "Hey, y/n. I just came over to see how you've been doing." He continues to smile and I assure him that I've been fine.

"That's great. I've noticed you spend a lot of time around the second of command..." God, not this again.

"Yeah, he's a good friend. Like Chuck and Zart here, I like to stay close to my friends." I finish, gesturing at my company. The boys sit quietly, not sure what to do. Silence fills the air and after a few moments, my friends decide to turn in for the night.

After they leave, I finish my food and push it to the middle of the table.

Jay still sits beside me, staring. I uncomfortably smile and try to find a polite way to excuse myself. Sadly, I didn't get to that point. "So, it seems like you are the closest to Newt since he's around your age." I nod, I suppose that's true.

"You and I are close in age." He slides closer and I lean away from him."Maybe you could become closer with me..."

He places his hand on my knee and I immediately stand up and excuse myself. He grabs me by my arm tightly and I push him off, only for him to advance on me. I pull my arm back and aim for his face but he catches my hand.

Seriously? Why am I always caught in these situations!? He smiles smugly at me but that soon disappears. Another hand suddenly pulls us apart and Newt is standing at my side.

Newt still has Jay's wrist in his hand and pulls him in close, "Don't ever touch her like that again or I will feed you to the Grievers." it's barely a whisper but Jay got the message. Newt shoves him back and the boy stumbles over himself before hastily leaving.

Embarrassed. That's all I feel right now. I don't need to be saved all the time yet I'm so glad he was here. I hold my wrist in my hand and cradle it to my chest. I whisper a thank you, feeling my cheeks flush.

Slowly and gently, he reaches out and takes my wrist in his hands. It's red and turning a light purple in small patches. Newt's face remains expressionless as he examines my wrist.

I pull it away from him, he sighs but doesn't say anything. Not knowing what to do, I told him I was tired and made my way to my room. Our room? I don't even know anymore, all I know is that I need a bed.

Not bothering to change my clothes, I get into bed and cover my entire body. Newt didn't follow me and after a while, I assume he went to his own room. God, I'm such an idiot. Why do I have to be the only girl here?

I thought I could hold my own but I guess that's only true when others are around. Then when I'm alone....I feel out of control, useless.

Out of nowhere, I hear my door open and slam shut. I throw the covers away from my face and see Newt looming over me. Before I can ask or say anything, he's talking and rather loudly.

"I can't take it anymore! I hate it, so much." he half shouts, looking at my confused face.

"You drive me so bloody insane, I can barely stand to be around you! And the worst part is, you don't even realize it."

My heart hurts and I can't think straight. Newt doesn't like me? Were we ever friends or was it just something he felt obligated to do? He keeps talking, not allowing room for me to speak.

"Most of the guys think of you like a sister, a part of our family but others...bloody hell, It makes me want to beat the klunk out of them!" Newt bangs his fist on top of my dresser, irritated. I'm not sure what to think, I'm hurt and confused.

His eyes meet mine, glossed over and I see pain in them. "All I want to do is keep you safe. I want to protect you and make you smile. I want you to never worry over anything and most of all..." He looks away from me, walking to the end of the bed.

"I want you to love me as much as I love you..."

What? My heart flutters and hurts at the same time. Does he really feel the same way I do? With all of my being, I hope he does. Gently, I stand up and walk over to Newt. My hand reaches his shoulder and he turns around to look at me.

Newt. My best friend, the one I love. He's here in front of me and even if this is just a dream, I want him to know that I love him. He looks at me as I scan his face, my other hand going to the back of his head.

"I love you, Newt." I whisper, leaning my face up to his. Although he doesn't move, my lips meet his and soon he's kissing me back. Both of his hands rest on my hips, pulling me closer.

Whatever hurt I felt before, it all disappears and gets replaced with the affection we both have for each other. I pull away, breathing heavily while smiling and Newt places a kiss on my exposed collar bone before hugging me. We hug tightly for several minutes and I never want to leave this moment. Pecking his lips a few more times, we both head to bed and sit there, talking about everything we kept inside. Newt. The tall, blonde, British boy that I've been drawn to since day one. He's mine now and I, his. My Newt.

Now that Newt and I know we feel the same, so does the entire Glade. He didn't bother hiding it but didn't flaunt it either. I respected that, keeping our business to us. Still, if anyone messed with me, he made it known that I was his. Thankfully, no one has except for a smart comment here and there.

"'Bout time you guys got together! I was starting to debate stealing her from you." Minho says, laughing.

Newt punches him hard in the shoulder, causing Minho to wince while a smirk creeps onto Newt's face.

A few days passed and we have been so happy. I was working with Chuck today and he wouldn't shut up, which I didn't mind. He was a bit nosy about my relationship but I answered most of the questions as long as they weren't too personal.

On our way to the builders to deliver water, Newt passed me and stuck a piece of paper in my hand. He smiled and winked at me, leaving without a word. Even though I was eager to look at the paper, I didn't want Chuck to know about or read it. I finally got a chance to open the folded note and it read

‘Meet me at the tower after work. - Newt'

It took everything in me not to smile for the remainder of work but occasionally, I'd feel one spread across my face. So after work, I took a shower and changed into new clothes before heading to the tower.

When I finally reached the top, Newt was sitting with his back against the rails and looking out at the field that makes up most of our home.

He must have heard me because he looks over, smiling and motioning for me to join him. Everything in front of me made me happy.

A tan blanket was spread out and our dinner was placed on top. He had a lit torch setting inside it's holder, casting a warm light over everything. But most of all, Newt was there.

I sat beside him and he gave me a kiss, not a long one but gentle. My heart swells and I can't help but smile into his lips.

"I thought I'd try to take you on dates even though it's almost bloody impossible to be somewhere alone." He chuckles lightly and I reassure him how wonderful it is.

Newt always made me feel safe and always took my feelings into consideration. After our lovely date, we ended our night like always. Peacefully asleep in each others arms.

**6 months later **

"You really are a piece of work, Thomas." I laugh at him as he tries to come up with ways to get out of the maze.

"Listen, we've tried all of those things. Unless you have a map of the maze memorized in that head of yours, I'd leave the maze to the runners." I say this in a serious voice.

A few months ago, Newt woke from a nightmare screaming out my name and frantically searching for me. I calmed him down and finally got the truth out of him...

About four months before I arrived in the box, Newt had been a runner. I was confused on how that could be, with his leg and all. Newt was in a dark place, no hope left to be found in his mind.

One day, on a run, he climbed the vines of the maze walls and jumped off. He tried to take his own life but instead he landed on his foot - he fractured his ankle.

I started to cry when he told me, not being able to imagine a world without him. He told me he felt like a failure, like he couldn't do anything right, including his attempt. Minho found him and dragged him back to the glade. His nightmares are about that day. And he has a constant reminder of his failure, his limp.

However, the nightmares started changing when I came up. His voice seemed broken as he told me. "I started dreaming about you coming into the maze to find me..." Newt had never cried in front of me until that night.

"and a Griever gets a hold of you and I can't reach you. I can't run or protect you because I wasn't strong enough to fight for you. I never want that to become a reality, ever. And you're the only thing that keeps me from drowning in those nightmares." Newt finished and I straddled his lap and embraced him. Quietly I told him that I was happy he failed and that sometimes being a failure is good when succeeding wasn't. We both cried silently and he told me the last secret he had.

"Y/n....there is no way out of the maze."

My mind snaps back to the present, I had forgotten I was talking to the Greenie.

Thomas came up a few days ago. Newt was originally in charge of showing him around but he got called into a meeting with Alby so I got left with the job.

I hadn't gotten close with any newcomers since Aaron came up but Thomas is nice. He's helping me out in the gardens, he seems to be about Newt's age but he's not as tall as Newt.

With his messy dark hair and tan skin, he's cute. I feel a connection with him but not like I do with Newt. It's different..

We keep on working even though we're basically finished, we try to stretch the work out until the end of the day. Thomas picks up a chunk of dirt and throws it at me, hitting me square in the forehead. That slinthead....

He barks out laughter, throwing his head back with tears in his eyes. I throw myself at him, tackling his form to the ground and smother loose dirt onto his face. Quickly laughing, I jump off and run.

Newt has been teaching me how to get stronger since we started dating, I had told him how useless I felt. Even Minho has been training me like a runner. Although I can run faster now, Thomas caught up to me near Homestead. I screamed, laughing as he spins me around by my waist.

"Put me down you slinthead!!" When he sets me down, I'm dizzy from the spinning. I nearly fall over but bump into someones chest before I can steady myself.

Oh, klunk. "What are you doing, love?" Newt says as he pushes me to stand, steadying my figure. Thomas and I weren't doing anything wrong, yet I feel guilty. Glancing over at Thomas, he looks as uncomfortable as I feel.

"Hey, hun. We're just goofing off since we finished with work. Clearly, things escalated quickly." I say, gesturing at the dirt stuck to our sweaty faces.

All I get is a hum in reply and Newt grabs my hand, leading me away. When I look back, Thomas is gone. I refocus on wherever my boyfriend is leading me, which apparently is in the Deadheads.

We get to a corner of the maze wall that's surrounded by trees and I get pulled down beside him. I look over at him, patiently waiting for him to speak.

Honestly, I can't tell if he's mad. Even with having been in a relationship with him for over six months and knowing him for almost a year, I can never gauge how pissed he is.

"Newt, are you okay? Please, tell me what's wrong." He doesn't say anything so I reach to turn his face to look at me but he pulls away. What the shuck? Feeling slightly hurt, I pull my hand back. Our hands are still intertwined but he sits away from my body.

I jump when he suddenly turns and begins talking, "Am I failing again?" He looks at me, still emotionless. I'm confused.

"I can't even find a way out of this bloody maze, I can't help look because of my shucking leg and I feel like I'm not making you as happy anymore."

No..no, he can't think that. "Please. Newt, please don't say that. You aren't failing, you never failed at anything good! We've had so many work on that maze and still no one knows. It's not your fault..."

I lay my hand on his knee, wanting so badly to comfort him. "And don't you ever say you don't make me happy. Because that's a bloody lie, you make me smile everyday and love me when I can't even love myself. You're mine and my feelings for you aren't going to go away."

Our eyes meet and he pulls me into a hug. I repeat myself, making sure he understands and doesn't forget how much I love him.

He pulls back and kisses me. Both of us smile and he says, "Good that."

After dinner, we sit around and catch up with our friends. Chuck and Newt are sitting at my sides, Thomas is sitting beside Newt and Minho. My heart flutters, making my cheeks flush when I feel Newt's hand resting on my thigh.

He doesn't mean anything by it, it's something he does unconsciously. It's just a reminder that I'm here with him but even after all this time, the love that fills my heart doesn't cease when he's around.

The hand on my leg squeezes gently which is his signal that he's ready to leave. We say our good-nights to the boys and head upstairs.

"Goodnight, lovebirds!" Minho calls after us.

I stick my tongue at him but he just holds his arms open to me. I quickly jump into his bear hug before continuing to bed. Newt and I just stay in his room now. The other room is vacant, waiting for some glader to occupy it eventually. I'm changing clothes and standing in my undergarments when Newt comes up behind me, hugging me. He's so warm, I turn and just lean into his warmth. When we pull away, he runs his hand over my chest, over my scar. Quickly, I pull on one of his tank tops and a pair of shorts.

With a little jump, I flop onto the bed and wait for my boyfriend to join me. My eyes close and I hum in contentment. I feel the bed dip but slightly jump when I feel my stomach become exposed.

When I looked, Newt was shirtless and hovering over me. (He still is dressed from the waist down, you pervs.) Lightly his fingertips trace the deep scar on my thigh before he moves on. His eyes become glued on the big pink scar across my stomach. Gently, he places soft kisses across it.

I love this man so much, I didn't think I could ever feel like this. He looks up at me and begins to apologize but I just shush him by throwing a shirt at his face. He feigns irritation as he pulls the shirt over his head. I tug him beside me, kissing him to convey these feelings.

He still blames himself for not stopping Gally, but Newt's the reason why I don't have nightmares about it. We smile at each other and he wraps his muscular arms around me, enveloping me in warmth from his skin.

Huh? Where am I?

I look around and I'm in some kind of room filled with screens. There are many people in here, all typing something into computers. I move closer to the screen to inspect and gasp. Newt.

There in front of me, the whole Glade is broadcast and I see Newt running through the maze. That's when everything slows down. Newt, he's climbing the maze wall. No, no this can't happen.

Frozen to the spot, I watch as the love of my life jumps, breaking his ankle.

Frantically, I start screaming, needing to find a way to help him. The people around me call out and suddenly two men dressed in black clothes drag me out of the room.

Through the halls, I scream and thrash. Newt. He can't be dead. He can't. The guards throw me into a room and close the doors.

Immediately, I'm up banging on the door. This can't be happening. Losing strength, I fall onto my knees and cry.

Suddenly, the door opens and someone pulls me up. Thomas? I don't understand...

"Y/n, we need to get you into the maze. Newt is alive but I don't think he will last without you going in. I don't know how, but we have to put you in there." Thomas talks fast but calmly.

"How? There's almost no way that they'd put any of us in there. It's too risky. But whatever you have in that head of yours, if it'll get me to Newt...I'm in." After I finish talking, he tells me to follow him.

“We need to get you in there soon but because of your outburst, they wouldn't consider putting you in right now. They'd just kill you."

I mutter a sorry, not sure what to say. Thomas just smiles at me, giving me a side hug. "It's okay, I understand. If that were you in there, I'd probably do the same thing. Anyway, we need to get their trust again before we try anything."

I agree with that, being killed won't help Newt. We come to a closed door and Thomas grabs my hand. "We can't do this alone though. We need to talk to Teresa."

Gasping, I sit up in bed slightly in panic. Newt jumps, clearly not used to me being the one with the nightmares. "Y/n, are you alright? What's wrong?!" Newt kneels in front of me, rubbing circles into my shoulders.

"Yeah, just a nightmare. It's okay, it was nothing." I tell him but my voice carries no emotion. What was that? And why was Thomas there and who the hell is Teresa?

Newt must accept my answer in his half asleep mind and climbs back into bed with me. He pulls me back to him but I don't sleep for the rest of the night. Who am I? The terrifying thought enters my mind and I can't shake it. What if that wasn't a dream? What if that were a memory...

All I know is that I can't tell Newt, not until I know for sure what's going on. Also, I have to talk to Thomas and see if he knows who Teresa is.

The next morning, I work with Thomas in the gardens again. I want to talk to him but Newt is here along with a few others. Thomas must have noticed because he calls me out on it.

"Hey y/n, you're being awfully quiet. That's a first that I've seen." He says as he throws another chunk of dirt at me and sticks his tongue out. I apologize and force a laugh.

Goosebumps rise on my skin as I feel Newt look at me. He must notice that something is off but doesn't choose to say anything in front of others.

'If that were you in there, I'd probably do the same thing.'

Who is Thomas to me? And I to him?

With all my being, I hope that it was just a nightmare but the sinking feeling in my stomach makes me think otherwise. No matter how hard I try to think back to any kind of memories, I get super sick. When I think of my nightmare last night, I feel uneasy.

Something is happening and I'm not sure that it's going to be good. My eyes wander over to Newt, feeling my heart sink. In my dream...I called him the love of my life. I wonder...

"Hey, Tommy. Would you go get some more dirt instead of throwing it, yeah?" Newt throws a bucket to Thomas. After he leaves, Newt crouches beside me as I pick weeds from around the veggies.

"Y/n?" he reaches over and holds my face towards him. "You seem off today. What's on your mind, darling?" There's so much concern and love in those eyes, I feel guilty for keeping this from him.

"Nothing, really. Just thinking about the maze..." I trail off, hoping he assumes I'm talking about escaping.

"I'll be fine. It's just one of those things tha-"

Screaming.

Newt and I jump up. There's screaming from the Deadheads. Oh, no. Thomas..

I grab a shovel and together we run towards the sound. We catch sight of Thomas running with Ben hot on his trail. Ben? He's one of our runners, he shouldn't be here around this time of day.

Ben tackles him and I feel the sinking feeling of remembering this happening to me a year ago. Newt passes me and I throw him my shovel, which he catches with ease.

With a quick swing, Newt slams the shovel into Ben's face. The swing was powerful enough to knock Ben back, giving enough time for the rest of the Gladers to catch up and secure him. I crouch by Thomas, he's not badly injured. I'm relieved that it wasn't as severe as my attack.

Alby comes up and commands the boys to lift Ben's shirt. The runner thrashes, screaming out as they tug up the clothing. There's a small puncture wound but that's not what makes me gasp.

From the small opening, dark purple and blue veins spread underneath the skin like the roots of a tree. At this point, Ben is basically foaming at the mouth.

"He's been stung, take him to the med-hut. I'll meet you guys there. Newt, follow me. Y/n, you have training from the medjacks right?" Alby asks me.

I reply that I do and he orders me to take Thomas to the spare med room to treat his wounds.

We all follow our orders and I help Thomas over to the extra med room beside the kitchen. I gather some supplies, he doesn't need much help since he only has a few scratches, a cut on his head and a headache.

"Thomas, what happened? Do you know why Ben would attack you?" I ask, not looking up because I'm bandaging him.

He slightly winces and I whisper an apology. "It's okay. I don't know, I was gathering dirt like Newt asked then I started hearing twigs snap. Ben stated yelling at me, he kept saying things like 'this is your fault' and 'you're going to suffer like the rest of us'." Thomas finishes.

I drop the roll of gauze I had in my hand, looking up at Thomas. He asks what's wrong and all I can do is shake my head. Finally finding my words, I choke out quietly,

"Thomas...we put these kids in here..."

Part Four Here

A/N: Duh, duh, duuuuunnnn!!! Hey, hope you guys enjoy this! I will still be posting the next part this Monday so be sure to follow us and watch out for that. Thank you all so so much and I’ll talk to you all soon! - Ellie-Mae

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