#barring a couple of insert shorts of her Doing Doctoring

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i feel like the funniest thing about the bear s2 for me vis a vis the odd romance plot (and trying to figure out why it was done in the precise way it was) is that the closest we got to a sex scene if I'm remembering correctly was a strange purple-lit under the covers couple of flashes of difficult to decipher limbs. they coulda just been wrestling or hanging out, hell it coulda just been him in there or a piece of his imagination or a very windy day. the lack of attempting to inject sexual passion or chemistry into their relationship was fascinating and not because they were trying to give us ace carmen (rip that would be actually great). just threw out A Girl Template and did the absolute barest minimum to remind us she exists and "is great" according to occasional reviews from other characters and completely neglected to write. chemistry.

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i'll be honest, it's better off this way | luke hemmings

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hello pals! long time no writing! i know it seems a bit weird to post a luke break up fic just after he got engaged but to be fair, I already had this in the works before the news broke yesterday, so soz not soz. It is kind of a happy break up story though... kind of? this one features lyrics from our song by niall and anne marie that are in italics throughout the piece (you know i love a song lyric incorporation lol) and i’m a bit rusty, so any feedback is welcome! a big shoutout to my dearest @notinthesameguey​ for beta-reading this one for me, you’re a gem blanca! enjoy xo

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings:  mentions of a break up and a car accident/hospitalisation (minor/non-graphic)

(This is a fem reader insert)

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I'll be honest, I'm alright with me

Sunday mornings, in my own bedsheets

The break up with Luke had been easier than you’d first thought. It’d been months of growing apart, feeling like a stranger in your own home, before you finally worked up the nerve to utter those four words: We need to talk. He’d been spending most days and some nights in the studio, and you’d been working overtime at your job too; you were ships in the night who barely had time to say hello and goodbye, let alone have any sort of proper conversation. You’d spent an entire evening rehearsing a script in your head, and as soon as Luke walked through the door and greeted Petunia, you mustered the courage to stand up and speak your truth. 

It turned out that you weren’t alone in feeling stagnant in your relationship, and although you could feel your heart breaking as you said the words, Luke’s hand on your knee was all the gentle reassurance you needed. Just like always, even when your relationship was falling apart, Luke was there for you. And that’s what he promised, that night in the living room. It didn’t make sense for you two to become strangers overnight after 3 years together, but you also both knew that you needed space to grow and heal, and that space needed to happen sooner rather than later. 

You could tell that part of Luke wanted to fight it, wanted to raise his voice, wanted to convince you to stay. But part of Luke also knew that it was time to walk away, no matter how much his heart was feeling like it was being ripped out of his chest, because he did truly love you, and if he loved you, he’d let you go. 

Even though Luke insisted you could stay in the spare room for as long as you liked, it only took a week or so to find a new place. An apartment in KayKay’s building opened up for rent, and thanks to her help, you secured the lease and started moving in as soon as you could. Ashton accompanied you to Ikea and then helped with assembling a new bed and dining table for you, while KayKay helped unpack some of your boxes. You could tell that they were trying to be sensitive, but at the same time were desperate to know what went down in the break up, and after a few slices of pizza and half a bottle of wine, you felt the emotions rushing to the surface.

“It feels dumb to get upset, after all, I was the one who suggested we should break up.” You sniffled, smiling sadly as Ashton handed you a tissue.

“Just because it was something that needed to happen, doesn’t mean you can’t be sad about it. You two shared a lot in the time you were together, it’s only natural that it’s going to take you a while to untangle yourselves from one another and to get your head and heart back on the path that’s right for you.” KayKay spoke softly, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

You knew she was right, and the healing would come; it was all part of the rollercoaster of walking away from someone you thought was the love of your life, but had turned out not to be. Time to adjust and find some independence, and re-shape the life you found yourself in until it was the life you wanted. 

But every time I think that I can get you out my head, you never, ever let me forget

Once you’d completely moved out Luke’s house, your reasons to contact him became few and far between. A few occasional texts to advise that he’d let his family know about your split, and a link to a new cafe nearby that he thought was your kind of vibe (and it absolutely was). Everyone in your friendship group was trying their best to help you both cope, but it was hard to avoid the awkwardness that came with a break up of close friends.  

You felt like you were walking on eggshells for a while, so you started to say no to invitations out. You threw yourself into a new work project, and barely replied to any group chats. Whenever your friends called, you had the perfect script rehearsed, about how you were going to be up for promotion, and after the next month or so, you’d have plenty more time for catching up with everyone. You were fairly certain that no-one believed your story, but you were sticking to it nonetheless. You’d seen photos online of Luke out and about with various beautiful women amongst the partying crew, and even though you knew better than to torture yourself with doom-scrolling through the internet, you couldn’t help yourself. You had to keep reminding yourself that it was YOU that wanted the breakup, and that it was for the best. Or something like that.

It was coming to the end of your big project, and the entire office decided to head out for celebratory drinks. You only stayed for a couple, because after a month of overtime you were ready for bed. Your boss took you aside to assure you that the promotion was yours and the new contract would be on your desk on Monday, and as you reassured him you were excited to take on the role, a song playing over the bar’s speakers made you stop in your tracks. You’d spent many a Sunday morning dancing around the kitchen making pancakes with Luke and singing these words; something you’d completely forgotten until this moment. As you stepped outside to await your Uber, the first person you wanted to call with the news was Luke. Your fingers hovered over his name for a good few minutes before your Uber driver honked and broke you out of her trance, and you settled for texting the group chat instead to share your exciting update. Lots of confetti and heart eyes emojis started popping up alongside congratulatory messages, and you let out a giggle when you saw that Luke had sent a photo of Petunia with “congrats!” scrawled across it in purple font. It was the last thing you remembered, before the squealing of tyres and your vision going black. 

Just when I think you're gone, Hear our song on the radio

Just like that, takes me back, To the places we used to go

The rhythmic beeping of the hospital monitors was the first thing you noticed as you stirred awake. The second was a dull pain across your skull, and the third was that your arm was in a sling. Fourth was the large, warm hand that was holding your own and gently squeezing; without opening your eyes, you knew it was Luke’s. You felt too weak to say any words, so instead you tried your best to squeeze back as you slowly opened your eyes. You heard a sharp intake of breath, before Luke’s smiling face came into view.

“Hey there, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” Luke asked, reaching up to gently brush some hair out of your eyes.

“Like I was in a car accident.” You managed to croak out, shooting him a wry smile and earning a laugh in return.

“You are correct, you can pass go, and collect $200. A pretty gnarly accident, the car’s a write-off, but thankfully everyone’s injuries are relatively minor. Some dickhead ran a red light.” You could tell Luke was trying to remain calm, but under the surface he was pissed.

“Not ideal, but at least I get a few days off work.” You joked, grimacing as you tried to sit up. Luke stood and gently maneuvered your pillows to support your back and shoulders better, and you felt a zap of electricity as his hands brushed your arms in passing.

As Luke sat back in the chair next to the bed, you suddenly realised that it was just the two of you in the hospital room. 

“No offence, Hemmo, but what are you doing here? Considering we’re no longer significant others, and all…” You said awkwardly, looking down at your arm sling with sudden great interest.

“Very observant, dear. Glad to see the concussion hasn’t affected your short term memory, I was worried you’d forget me entirely. You did, however, forget to update your emergency contact details, so I guess I was first on the list for the hospital to call. Ash, KayKay and I have been taking shifts but they’re out getting food right now - “ The rest of Luke’s explanation was cut off by a gasp and a cheer at the door, signalling Ashton and KayKay’s return and subsequent delight at you being awake.

The days that followed were uncomfortable physically, but kind of heartwarming emotionally. You got home to your apartment thanks to KayKay’s assistance, and found that your friends had stocked your fridge and freezer full of ready-made meals and your favourite snacks. They’d also made a roster so not a day went by without someone popping in to check on you, although you noticed that Luke never came by. 

Your recovery was slow but steady, and soon enough the doctors gave you the all clear. At this point, it was nearly 6 months since you’d broken up with Luke, and you could feel your mindset shifting. He was no longer the first person you wanted to call with good or bad news, or the first memories that popped into your head when you needed cheering up. It almost felt like… relief? Because for the longest time, even though you knew the break up was for the best, detaching yourself from one another seemed almost in possible after so many years of so many memories. 

I've been waking up alone, I haven't thought of him for days

I'll be honest, It's better off this way

The tipping point came at Calum’s birthday party, a month or so later. Ashton had invited you out for coffee and nonchalantly mentioned that maybe, possibly, well actually extremely likely almost definitely Luke was bringing a date to the gathering at Cal’s house; a girl he’d been seeing for a month or so. Everyone wanted you to be comfortable, and everyone, Cal especially, wanted you to be there, but they also understood if you wanted to avoid any potential awkward encounters with Luke and his new love interest. You assured Ashton that it would be fine, that you honestly weren’t bothered, and laughed off his suggestion of setting you up with a super hot blind date to help level the playing field.

The night came along, and you found yourself stumbling along Calum’s front path in the dark as you tried not to drop the gift you’d bought for him (a new cookbook and a collection of various hot sauces).  “Bloody 5sos and the “no good party starts until 11pm rule”, you muttered to yourself as you almost tripped over again, and you heard an indignant shout that sounded very Ashton-like behind you.

“Oi! Don’t be mad at us, you know that rule has never let us down!” Ashton bellowed, as he came forward with his phone flashlight switched on, KayKay not too far behind him.

“Damn girl, you like fiiiiiine!” KayKay said, letting out a low whistle. You rolled your eyes, knowing she was exaggerating. Your outfit was essentially a denim skirt and a t-shirt - maybe you’d sexed it up a little bit with some thigh high boots, tousled hair and a red lip, but all’s fair in love and war, right?

The three of you made it inside, and a very tipsy Calum greeted you with open arms and a lot of excitement at your gift of hot sauce. It felt so nice to be back with all your friends at a house party, like the old days, and you found yourself stepping out onto the back patio for a moment of quiet reflection and to share some pats with Duke.

You’d exchanged a wave with Luke when you’d entered the house, but hadn’t quite worked up the confidence to go up and speak to him, especially when he had his new girl in close proximity. She looked really friendly, though, and you could tell from the spark in both of their eyes that their relationship was blossoming in the best possible way. Part of you thought you’d be upset about it, but all you truly felt was content. Content in your life as it was, surrounded by friends that loved you just as much as you loved them, and actually quite proud of how far you’d come over the past year. You’d learned to stand on your own two feet, and you’d grown into a much more settled, independent human as a result. 

You were lost in your train of thought when you heard the song change on the speakers inside. Duke’s ears perked up and he licked your hand attentively when you stopped patting him as the song registered - it was your song. Or at least, it used to be. You felt a smile creep onto your face when you remembered the Sunday mornings of pancakes and singalongs, and the smile grew wider when you saw Luke’s girlfriend dragging him onto the dancefloor, much to his (fake) protests. You made eye contact with your kind-hearted, softly-smiling, gentle-eyed ex-boyfriend, and for a split second you saw a flash of concern cross his face. In response, you raised your glass in a cheers and shot him a wink, which earned a smile and a small laugh from Luke before he turned his attention back to the beautiful girl in his arms. You took a sip, and smiled to yourself. It truly was better off this way. 

When I hear it, I just can't stop smiling, I remember you're gone

Baby, it's just a song on the radio, That we used to know

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Inspired partially by the twitter trend of The Face Vs. The Face Sitting On It and just in time for Valentine’s Day! 

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While sitting in the car, you watch out the window. Folks buzz around you--some folks looking content, strolling about their day. Others are flitting around, a bit of crease in their forehead. And you feel for them. You know those days where there’s just not enough hours in the day to get it all done. Or it’s when one thing sets off a spiral of all terrible things. Or when you just don’t wake up on the right side of the bed. You know that crease all too well because currently you were having a bad sleeping week. 

You were getting tired when you were supposed to but the second you put your head on the pillow your brain was hot wired--keeping you up with all the things you needed to do, hadn’t done, all the appointments you had kept pushing off. It was finding the littlest things to find that anxiety and keep you staring up at the ceiling. Calum noticed the tossing and turning and tried his best to lull you to sleep this week, fixing you tea in the evening, getting you off your phone or laptop a couple hours before bed. He even started reading to you, but your ears picked up on the white noise of everything in the house. Your brain picked up the embarrassing memory that you hadn’t even considered in decades and now holding it in front of your mind’s eye for hours on end during the week. 

Like right now, you should’ve been at home sleeping. Your work was giving you a long weekend and you really could’ve used the time to catch some extra Z’s, but you were, admittedly, a little scared to stay home. Sure maybe you did fall asleep cuddled up next to Duke. But you worried that you’d stay up, worry yourself sick some more so when Calum told you he had some errands to run you immediately tagged along. The time running around would hopefully tire you out enough that when you got home you could actually fall asleep. 

So after Calum’s personal training session in the morning, which you sort of tagged along for, but mostly went through your own routine and getting a solid breakfast, you two were now buzzing around from store to store. Calum had gotten most of the grocery the other day, but he forgot a couple things so your first objective was to grab those and bring them back up. He then had to go to the post office to mail out his mother’s birthday cards and a few other things. 

While in the line at the post office, your head tucked into his back, Calum got a phone call from a guitar shop on the other side of time about a new model that had just come in. Calum had been eying it for ages, but he didn’t want to be reckless with his money especially after getting some work on his teeth and to the house. So he asked the guitar shop to keep an eye out for when more stock arrived in case it sold out before Calum felt comfortable spending a large sum of money like that again. 

The store agreed to set one off to the side for him and could keep it on hold until the end of the day. Which was perfect--still gave the two of you time to get lunch. You didn’t need to get anything, didn’t need to do anything. But even after lunch, Calum made one more pit stop. Here now at the gas station, you sit peering through the windshield and can see a mother with her two sons walking from the doors. They boys hold brightly colored icees in their hand, each clutching a bag field with goodies. 

You aren’t entirely sure whey Calum needed to stop here for anything. It’s not like he needed stamps, since he got those at the post office. He hadn’t pulled in to get gas. Lunch had been filling, though you tried not to stuff yourself too much just because you knew that on a long car ride, the last thing you wanted to do was be uncomfortably full. 

The door opens again, Calum strutting through with his glasses covering his eyes and resting comfortably atop the chubby cheeks. Barely hanging from the crook of his fingers is a brown plastic bag. The doors click open and he climbs into the driver seat. The guitar shop wasn’t that far, but today seemed to be a busy day on the road. Took you all too long just to get to the grocery store this morning. 

“Snacks?”

“Was craving something sweet after lunch.” 

You peer into the bag as he hands it over to you. Some gummy bears, gum, a bar or two of chocolate you can’t quite tell. You set it onto the floor at your feet. “Let me know when you want something.” But he’s already tearing into a Twix bar when you glance at him. “Or not,” you laugh. 

“The other stuff is for you--if you want to indulge. Can’t forget ya,” he pushes the glasses down for just a moment to wink at you and then looks into the rearview mirror. 

“Do you think you’re going to get this one?” you asks as the SUV rolls out from the parking lot and onto the asphalt of the highway. 

“Hmm, maybe. Gotta see how it feels first.”

You nod at his question, resting your head into the cushion of the seat. And it goes quiet for a while. The radio plays softly in the background, and every so often the packaging crinkles as Calum downs more of the chocolate and caramel treat. 

“Valentine’s Day is coming up soon,” Calum states, while paused in a bit of traffic. “Got any ideas on what you want to do for it?”

You think for a moment. Valentine’s Day has never been your thing--being perpetually single does that to a person. “Restaurants are going to be a nightmare.”

“Yeah, they will be.” Another crinkle comes from the right side of the car and then his arm reaches behind your seat, finding the small bag of trash you stash there--though you have to be careful when Duke sits in the backseat. Generally though, he doesn’t mess with too much. “My mom sent me a recipe of hers. It’s really good.”

“I’d be down for cooking.”

“Nothing else? Don’t wanna go sky diving? Give me another heart attack?”

You laugh thinking about the first birthday you spent with Calum together as a couple. “You didn’t die.”

“But I did almost shit myself.”

“You can play on stage to thousands of people, but no, jumping from a plane is a no-go.”

“Yes, because I am a sane human.”

You huff out a small tuft of laughter and turn to look at him. One hand on the wheel with the stainless steel linked chain dangling from his wrist. His other arm is resting against the door, gently tapping out a beat with his long slender fingers. “Do you want to do anything?”

“Valentine’s Day,” he scoffs. “How long have we been dating? When have I ever been dying to do anything on some random day in February.” His statement doesn’t fall venomously from his mouth. He even looks over to you with a smile. “I don’t need one day out of 365 to declare my love for someone.”

And it’s true. While Calum wasn’t super accepting of love from new people, while it took you months to show Calum that you were trustworthy and not someone to keep at an arm’s length, once he cracked open, he oozed adoration and love for people. And you knew it was a defense mechanism. You knew that when someone did care as hard as Calum did it wouldn’t always be an easy thing to win over. 

Calum, when he finally let someone one, loved hard. It could be a random Tuesday in July or a Sunday in February, and he would make sure his love was known. He never needed a special occasion to send flowers, to cook dinner, to offer to drive you to doctors appointments because he knew that sometimes you got too nervous or flustered by them to drive but did manage to push through if absolutely necessary. He’d easily pick up some gloves and an extra sponge if he saw you wiping down the walls in the kitchen or wiping through the counter. He kept fridge cleaning days marked on the calendar. And when you added reminders to wash bed sheets to the shared one, he also include rest breaks for you too. 

Calum had never needed someone to force him to show appreciation. 

“I mean, there is the option to literally do nothing on Valentine’s Day. Like treat it as any other day.”

“That’s still something,” he countered, turning on his signal and switching out from the middle lane. His exit was approaching in another mile and a half. 

“Oh fuck off,” you laugh. “We can’t cease to exist that day. Bare minimum we need to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide.”

Calum laughs softly, showing some of his teeth too. “Fair, fair. There’s another Netflix documentary coming out, true crime one. I forget what it’s fully about, but I think it’s about a serial killer if you’d be down to start it then?”

“When would I ever turn down the opportunity to be a detective with you?”

“You haven’t yet,” he states with laughter in his voice. 

“And I never will.” The ramp takes the two of you down and down and soon you’re winding through streets and not too far you can see the shopping center coming into view. He pulls into the lot of the shop and the two of you step out in unison. 

The bell above the door chimes as he opens it for you and you smile often in your thanks. “Hey, Calum!” one of the guys at the register calls out. The store is fairly empty. But you’re not shocked on a Tuesday afternoon. 

“Hey, Derek. How’s it going?” Calum heads directly over to the counter and you look up to the left wall, at the records on display.

“Let me know if you need anything,” the second guy states to you, “or if you want to see anything.” He’s younger than Derek, both look to be equally tattooed from the pieces that peek out from the short sleeve work shirts, but his face is significantly brighter. 

“Thanks,” you return and go back to the displays. You can hear Calum and Derek chatting but slowly tune it out, make it background noise to the music playing through the speakers. 

You turn to walk towards the back where more instruments sit and you can see Calum leaning into the glass display of the counter. The palms of his hand pressed into the metal edge. The sunglasses sit on top of his head and you notice the younger guy glancing over at you again.

He nods again and then goes back to his computer. Nothing else is said. And you look over the stringed instruments, ukuleles, some violins and then you spin around again, done with that lap and go to head up to Calum. “See anything?” he asks. 

You shake your head. “You’re the musically talented one. I just nod and smile when you talk about it.”

Derek returns, a case in hand. He comes out from the hinged doors that separate the sales floor from the registers and back of the store. You scoot a little closer to the display as the case is transferred over. Calum takes it easily heading to the corner you just abandoned to sit and check out the instrument. It’s a beautiful deep green, almost reminds you of the thick Washington forest. The body is slender. 

“That’s a pretty cool color,” you note, watching Calum work his fingers over the frets. 

He grins up at you. “Think so?” You give another nod. He doesn’t inspect it long before you can see the desire to give in crosses his face. 

Derek’s standing close by and you turn to him and keep your voice as close to a whisper as you can while still being heard. “What’s a bass like that cost?”

He rattles off the price, one eyebrow slightly raised over the other. You know Calum will riot--he’ll pitch a fucking fit. But you reach into your wallet and slide out your card. You had been saving--for a year. You wanted to do something big for Calum. You just didn’t know what it was yet specifically though you had some ideas, a bass was top of the list.  But you didn’t want to try and go out and buy a bass without consulting him, without getting an understanding of what he liked. You thought about maybe a really good leather jacket and some more boots. He loved the ones he had, wore them as much as he could. 

And when you mentioned possibly getting him more, he told you the ones he had were still in good shape. Calum wasn’t the type to just buy clothes to buy them. He indulged here and there, but always made a point to wear something he had down before replacing it. You’d tease the subject a couple more times after that, but he never took the bait and you weren’t going to force him into a thing he didn’t want or need. 

But it’s clear to you that this is something he wants. But he’ll tussle with himself and never give in on it. It’s pricer than you thought it would be. But you too were being smart, having finally paid off the last of your car, you start moving those payments to savings and it helped a great deal. You were fine. You get insurance and the whole deal as Derek advises. By the time you slide the receipt back across the counter, Calum comes back to the registers. “I appreciate you holding it for me, man. But I don’t think I can right now.”

Derek looks at you and you look down into the glass. “It’s--it’s yours, dude.”

“What?” Calum breathes behind you. 

“They-uh, they paid for it,” Derek says, nodding at you.

You can feel the heat in your body now and spin around to face Calum in a rush. “Consider it a not Valentine’s Day gift.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Ever since I finished paying off my car, I saved the payments to do something nice for you. Didn’t know what it was going to be for sure. But I know you, Calum. You’d want something and tell yourself no. I mean you can treat yourself sometimes.”

“You-you didn’t?” His eyes are rapidly blinking, head shaking like he doesn’t want to believe you. Like he can’t believe you as his mouth mumbles out, “No,” repeatedly. 

“It’s yours,” you nod. “It’s really yours.”

If it weren’t for the weight of the bass, you’re sure Calum would’ve tipped over, maybe even rushed to Derek to hand the case back over, but instead he’s weighed down, chained to this spot in the blue speckled carpet of the store, still repeating, “No,” softly. 

“‘I hate to break it to you, but you’re gonna have to find space in your office for it now. Because I refuse to return it.” You step forward, find the handle and slip your hands around it taking it from Calum. A small grunt leaves you and then you start to the door, throwing a thanks to Derek. 

The lights to the SUV blink and you can hear the locks clicking open as you push open the door to the store. “Wait--what are you doing?” Calum asks. 

“Open the trunk please,” you ask. 

“Let me do it,” he demands, stepping in close to take the case with the bass now. “What the fuck did you do? Baby, this is expensive.”

“It’s not a Valentine’s Day gift,” you answer again. “Because I love you. On a random Tuesday.”

He gets the instrument safely into the trunk and then closes it, watching dumbly as you climb into the passenger side. He walks to the driver seat and climbs in, taking you gently by the chin. “That was absolutely reckless and unnecessary-- ”

“I am just absolutely reckless and unnecessary then,” you counter, “because I’m not returning it.”

“--but thank you. Thank you so much,” he continues as if you hadn’t interrupted him. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Then it’s silent, as the two of your gaze at each other, watching what could almost be tears well in his eyes, but they don’t fall. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve a person like you, but whatever it was, I’m glad I did it.”

“I’m glad you did it too.” The two of you return home, Duke rushing to the front door as the two of you step through it. Calum safely places the bass in his music room/office and returns shortly after to help you decide on what to order for dinner. 

As the two of you settle onto the couch, Calum takes your hand and presses a kiss to teach knuckle. “I’m gonna teach you how to play.”

“You know we’ve done this before.”

“And you were good at it.”

“I was alright at it.”

“It’ll be your bass,” he whispers. 

“I bought it for you,” you return tossing your head back to look at him. 

He kisses your lips. “Yeah, but it’ll be the one that I teach you to play for real one and it’ll be yours--just as much as it is mine.”

“A true sap,” you laugh, but nod and return your focus back to the TV. 

In the week that follows, Calum makes sure to take an hour in the evenings to set you down and pick up on the lessons. They fizzled out as work for the both of you picked up. But now things are a bit more calm. He sits next to you, assessing what you remember from last time and correcting finger placements as needed, but they go smoothly. 

When Valentine’s Day does come, Calum pulls you back into bed for just five more minutes of sleep. And five minutes turns into half an hour. But finally you two pull yourself out from the sheets, figure out what to do in the midmorning that results in food being consumed and then you slowly gravitate towards different sections of the house. 

There’s still a bit of laundry to be done and Calum takes Duke out for just a little bit. The two of you migrate back together by mid afternoon. He finds you making a quick lunch and presses a kiss to your cheek. You turn to face him, squeezing at his. “I bought some face masks,” he offers. “Care to join me in doing the bare minimum of converting oxygen into carbon dioxide after your lunch?”

“Don’t see how I could pass up such a wonderful offer? You want anything?” He shakes head, mentioning grubbing on some of the leftovers earlier while you took a nap. 

With your lunch done and the plates cleaned, you find Calum in the bedroom and let him know you’re ready for the face masks. He shuffles to the bathroom. “I hope I got the right one for you,” he mutters. “I got them forever ago it feels, so who the hell knows what I got.” His laughter is soft as he rummages through the bins under the skin. 

“I’ll be in the office,” you tell him and he nods, still pulling bins out. You settle into the couch and spy the green bass still on the stand from yesterday. You pull it into your lap and sling your arm over it. The amp next to you is off, you know but you still pluck away at it as if it were on. 

Calum shuffles in a few minutes later. “Um, babe. It’s off.”

You don’t reply but do look up. He holds up three different packages. “Here’s to hoping one of these is worthwhile.” You place your bass back to the stand and take one that sounds like one you’re okay with using. Calum hands you a towel so you can wipe your fingers off after you get it placed onto your face. He helps get it right and then you help him with his and the two of you slip onto the couch, legs entangled and leaning into opposite ends of the couch.

You laugh at Calum’s story as you scroll mindless through app after app. In the boredom you snap a picture of Calum with the face masks on and don’t think too much of it, saving it to the album with all the silly and cute photos of him are--there are tons. 

“I mean the sun is a star. Though the ones we see have been dead for a long time.”

Calum taps your leg with his foot. “It was a simple question--to be the sun or the stars. I didn’t ask for this philosophical crisis.”

“Why would it not weigh in your decision! If you’re a star like the ones we see at night, you’re technically already dead. You wanna be dead?” You huff, sitting up. 

“I mean, no, but c’mon.”

“It’s a valid thing to consider, that’s all I’m saying!”

He laughs. “Okay, sun or the moon?”

“You first,” you return and just then your alarm on your phone goes off. The two of you shuffle back to the bathroom and take off the masks. 

“Moon, maybe,” he counters. 

You nod. “Fitting. When should we get started on that recipe of your moms? Is it super involved?”

“Nah, it’s pretty easy. Normal time should be good. I’m going to read outside if you want to join.”

“Maybe in a bit.”

Calum nods, grabbing his book as he passes through the bedroom and the patter of Duke’s claws follow behind him. You go back to the music room, turn on the amp and then actually play a little something. It’s nothing fancy--just the arrangement you put together with Calum as a practice exercise once. You play it for a bit, adding a little flair. When you phone rings, you pause to answer it. You wouldn’t normally, but the number looks semi recognizable so you answer it. 

It’s just a scam call and you hang up but then notice some other notifications. Before you realize it, you’re deep into Twitter. You’ve run across the trend of people posting pictures of themselves and their significant others with the caption, The Face Vs The Face Sitting On It. It made you laugh just a little bit at first. And then you kept going down the rabbit hole. Some are silly, most are good pictures. 

While it’s not exactly secret that you and Calum are dating, you two don’t post too much. Calum isn’t incline to post on social media in the first place and while you use it a bit more than him, you try not to post too much about him out of respect. However, as you look tap on quote retweet and bring up your photos you think maybe one silly post wouldn’t hurt. So you grab the one of him recently with the face masks and then one of yourself--it’s silly too, a little blurry too in the darkness that it was taken in. 

You hit post and watch the likes come in. Then keep scrolling. Eventually you have to put the bass away and peel yourself from the couch to find Calum and see if he’s hungry enough for dinner. Just as you round the corner to the office, you spy him stepping through the glass sliding backdoor. “Hungry?” you ask. 

He nods, “Yeah.”

The two of you, with Duke trotting ahead, make your way down the hallway and into the kitchen. “You’re funny,” he states, washing his hands first. 

“Thank you. I’ll be here until you kick me out.”

He laughs. “No, the pictures you posted. On Twitter.”

You’re shocked that he noticed it that fast. Normally it took him a bit longer to see silly stuff like that. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Nah. What I hope you don’t mind is my reply.”

At first you’re nervous. Calum could’ve gone one of two ways--super silly and broke out even worse photos of you possibly not sober or he went super on trend with it and pulled out a photo of you done up for a date night. Not that you preferred one over the other, but sometimes you liked to keep your relationship light on social media. It was easier that way. There wasn’t any real pressure that way. Though the fans seemed to have enjoyed it when you posted more posed and serious content. 

You liked to keep it a bit more real. You and Calum didn’t do the whole nine yards a lot--you two were normal people who hated getting out of bed some days and went as well into the afternoon before showering at times and walked Duke and went to doctor’s appointments like everyone does. So you always opted for a bit of a joke, a silly Tweet or photo whenever you could. 

“What did you post?” you ask. 

He shrugs, taking up the knife to dice the onion. “I’m not telling you.”

You glance at the printed out recipe and get a pan on the aisle over medium heat before pulling out your phone. As you load the app, you listen to the snap of the knife fitting the wooden cutting board. You type Calum’s name and tap onto his profile. 

While there’s is silly--I do want to take a moment to show off my favorite person in the world. So here we go, The Face Vs. The Face Sitting On It. Below is attached a picture of him--you snapped while you two were out for lunch one day. The black t-shirt tight around his biceps as he slyly grins into the camera. The lights in the background are just barely in focus of the resturant and Calum’s glancing out of the window next to him. You remember that you were recording him, or at least you thought you were, and told him that he was handsome. Not the first time, but everytime he did, he blushed and turn away. And you captured it here too. 

The photo of you is actually one with him in it. The guys got together and did a big family dinner and the two of you posed at Crystal’s request in the slightly matching outfits. You hadn’t intended to match--though black was a staple in both your wardrobes. You were a bit different thanks to the pop of color in your shoes, but in the lighting of the street lamp, you had to admit that you did look hot. The first couple of  buttons on your shirt you were undone and with your hands tucked into the pockets, you looked like you owned shit. 

“While I hoped that you’d go with something more silly, I will take this,” you finally say. 

“That picture is literally my background for a reason,” he returns. 

You kiss his cheek and then trace over the stubble with your teeth to his ear. “Can I make a reservation for tonight?”

“The table is reserved for you literally at all times,” he returns in a breathe. 

“Good,” you laugh and then glance back to the recipe. 

[misslynn99]

Epicenter: Chapter One

Link on AO3: Epicenter

Author: misslynn_99 (Me!)

a/n: I totally forgot that I could post this here to help bring in traffic lol. This is a Pro Hero! Bakugo x Reader insert I've been playing around with. Enjoy!

Red Riot was a regular of yours. His bright smile lit up the atmosphere of the little coffee shop, infectious and spilling over to anyone else in the vicinity. He was friendly, inviting even, as he ordered two coffees- one plain black and another syrupy sweet with cream. He usually turned up a couple times a week up business causal, perfectly content to leisurely chat and sign autographs before inevitably ducking out shyly, laughing that his partner wouldn’t be thrilled with cold coffee. You’d grown to love the visits of the charming hero, finding it easy to get lost in his easy conversation and brilliant ruby eyes. You couldn’t help but wish that maybe one day he’d order just one coffee and stay a while longer to sip it at a table across from you.

Today was not one of those days. Instead, he barreled through the doors, dragging a bedraggled blonde in across his bare shoulders. The harsh muzzle and shredded fabric of his hero costume was a slap in the face, reminding you that he was not just a charming civilian, but instead one of the finest defenders of the city. The café customers had already evacuated, but you had stayed to quickly close up the shop. “Watch him, will ya?” He huffed. “He’s been hurt. I know you’ve got a minor healing quirk, and he’s in no shape to return to the fight. Deku and Uravity are on the scene too. We can handle it from there, but this idiot will get himself killed just to prove that he’s just fine.”

“Okay,” You nodded. “I’ll do my best to patch him up.”

“Thanks, doll.” He prodded at your check playfully. “I owe you one. Blasty here is quite the bear when he’s pissed. Don’t worry, I made sure his blasters were empty before I brought him to you. I couldn’t have him taking out my favorite place. ” Carefully setting the blonde on the coffee bar, Red Riot raced back to the scene, where a villain with a rouge power-type quirk was wreaking havoc.

“What am I going to do with you?” The words absentmindedly left your lips, fingers tracing a tender looking cut along his arm. Sighing, you stripped the gauntlets from his arms and legs, leaving the pro hero in just the Kevlar of his hero costume.

Angry red bruises already dotted his exposed skin. His chest shuttered unevenly with each shallow breath, and his soft blonde hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. “I’ve got to have a first aid kit around here somewhere.”

The scent of alcohol almost overpowered the stench of burnt sugar and gasoline that seemed to seep from the blonde’s every pore. Even barely conscious, he hissed a curse as the disinfectant stung his open wounds “Fuck!”

“Red’ll kill me if you get an infection.” You muttered. “Just sit still. I’ll get you something for the pain here soon.”

“Hands off.” He slurred. “I’m going back.”

“Your ribs are broken.” A gentle hand to his chest was more than enough to stop the hero.  “Let me heal you first.”

Stalling was your best option, but sparks danced along the hero’s palms. He left me with Ground Zero, cheeky little asshole. you thought viciously. The feral black mask and fiery red eyes should have been a dead giveaway but, lost in the moment with Red Riot, you had missed it. Ground Zero looked so vulnerable, even as he struggled to resist your help. Each breath seemed to whistle through his gritted teeth. Rivulets of sweat dripped down his brow and splattered onto the counter, and his entire frame shuddered from pain. Yet his steely frown bit back at you, screaming that he was determined to rejoin the fight with a confidence that his words could not convey.

“And Shitty Hair, Deku, and Cheeks aren’t finishing without me.”

“Just let me handle the ribs, okay?” You pacified. “Broken ribs could mean a punctured lung with another hit, and a punctured lung means you’ll spend the next few weeks in the hospital with a chest tube. Even then, you might not get the lung capacity back. So let me fix it.”

“Fine.” He spat. “I’m waiting.”

You felt the heat of embarrassment on your face. “This is going to hurt. A lot.” You gulped. “I need to touch the injury directly, so shirt off.”

Ground Zero motioned to pull the black and orange tank top over his head, but froze. “Can’t move my shoulder like that.” He growled.

“Should’ve known.” You sighed nervously. “You’ve probably got flail chest close to your sternum. Where ever that thing hit you, I think it broke a bunch of ribs so they’re not attached to the rest of your chest wall now.”

“Just fix it.” Ground Zero snapped. “By any means necessary.”

You nodded, intimidated by the hero’s anger. Praying that no one walked in the shop, you carefully peeled the fabric away, and flinched at the sight of the marred skin. Sickeningly black bruises blossomed from just below his clavicle and you tenderly laid a hand across his pectoral. The bones shifted slightly under your touch. His injuries were more extensive than you had expected, as you felt the puffy skin and sharp edges of displaced fractures through the lean tissue of his torso.

“How do I know this isn’t just an excuse to feel me up, perv?” A bright shade of red flushed his cheeks.

“That’s pretty messed up.” You glowered. “I don’t have to do this, you know. All I’d have to tell Red is that I tried but you blew me off and staggered out the door anyways. I don’t appreciate being accused of groping you while trying to do you a favor, so if you don’t want my help we can just wait here.”

“Fine, just get on with it.”

Cool energy trailed from your fingertips, dancing over his skin and sinking in. “Fuck!” He swore again, writhing against the counter. You could feel yourself sway, energy sapping as the bones knit back together. His chest grew warm beneath your touch, or maybe it was just your icy fingers as cold settled in your core.

“Why don’t I feel tired?” He peered curiously at you, as you slumped forward onto the counter.

“Because it saps my energy, not yours. Why do you think I own a coffee shop instead of being a traveling healer?”

“Blasty!” Red Riot’s voice was music to your ears. “I hope you didn’t give my favorite girl too much trouble now.”

“He,” you wheezed. “Still needs to see a doctor. He needs a chest X ray to make sure everything is in the right place. “

“I think you need to see a doctor.” Red’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, running a hand across your forehead, fingers trembling against the freezing skin beneath. “You’re so cold.”

“If I’m going to a doctor, so is this idiot.” You scowled at Ground Zero’s jeer, getting to his feet as if to prove he was just fine.

“Come on.” The blonde grabbed your arm, pulling you across the bar, and attempted to shoulder your weight across his back.

“Not on my watch.” Red caught you before you could hit the ground. “Didn’t she say that you need to be seen? Something tells me that you’re the one who needs to be carried.”

“I can walk myself!” Ground Zero barked, although his knuckles were white from gripping the counter top and his jaw clenched. Your vision was swimming, but he seemed to sway as he took a few unsteady steps towards the door.

“Sure you can.” Red rolled his eyes with a wink your way. “But you’re not taking this lovely lady on a one-way trip to the floor in the process.

“I’ve got them!” A flash of pink and black ducked around Red’s arms, and suddenly you were weightless. “Nearest hospital is a couple of blocks to the north. Deku is taking the villain down to the station, in the quirk-cancelling cuffs. I moved most of the rubble out of the way, but I’ll come back to help with the clean-up. I just had to see how Bakugo was holding up. “

“I think my girl here has him stable.” Red Riot frowned. “But she’s not doing so hot. Why’s that? I thought Blasty here would be the one drained.”

“Quirk,” You slurred, relaxing in to the weightless embrace of whatever was supporting you. “Drains my energy. ‘S why I’m not a healer. He was hurt, real bad. Flail chest, I think.”

“She needs IV fluids.” You were vaguely aware of moving, unbidden, with Red’s arms no longer warming you against his chest as your consciousness dimmed.

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A gentle prod to the arm stirred you back into awareness. “Hey.”

“Red Riot.” Your head lolled to the side. The cool, metallic hospital bed chilled your bare skin, shivering against the thin blanket. The smell of antiseptic stung, and the image of Ground Zero’s uneven breaths burned behind your eyelids. The tell-tale stiffness in your arm was a sign of the IV already inserted, surely dulling the ache in your own chest with a steady drip of pain medication. “Where is he? Is he okay?”

“Blasty is doing just fine.” His warm hand splayed across your shoulder comfortingly. You hadn’t noticed before, but as he leaned over your bedside, you could have sworn that you saw a hint of black roots amongst his fiery red hair. Concern creased his face, and his cologne tickled at your throat, smelling of patchouli, leather, and pine. “You gave us all quite the scare there. But Ground Zero is a lucky man. The doctors say that you fixed up his five broken ribs, three of which detached from his chest wall.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s in the operating room. They had to go in and stop some of the internal bleeding, and clear out the pooled blood in his chest so it wouldn’t give him a collapsed lung.”

“Thank you, Red Riot.” A sigh escaped your lips.

“Don’t be so formal. My name is Eijirou Kirishima. Call me Eijirou, or Kiri, or just something that’s not my hero name. It’s not like my real name is a public secret.” He laughed.

Stealing a glance to the side, you smirked. “I could call you Sharky.” His eyes widened, and you chuckled. “But I think I like Kiri.”

A doctor quickly cut the exchange short, her harsh raps on the door breaking the moment. “He’s out of the OR and in recovery.” She directed her attention towards Eijirou. “Do you want to go back and see him?”

“You can go, I’ll be okay.”

“Nah, Bakugo would never let me live it down if I ditched a civilian at the hospital.”

“I want to know how he’s doing.” You nudged his side with your elbow, trying your best to look convincing. “I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”

“I’ll be right back!” The tension in his shoulders eased, sagging in relief. “Don’t leave without me, okay?”

“I’ll hold her discharge paperwork until you return.” The doctor’s lips quirked in a half-smile. “I need to ask her a few questions anyhow, so it is beneficial that you’re out of the room for a little bit.”

Eijirou scurried out, and a pang of affection fluttered in your chest. “He’s such a kind hero.” You sighed.

“He is.” The doctor plucked a pen from the pocket of her white coat and began to add notes to your medical chart. “How are you feeling? Still light headed?”

“I feel much better. Just a bit tired still.”

“Okay, I’m going to release you with orders to take it easy for the next day or so, and if you start feeling poorly, please go either to your general practitioner, or return here for further treatment. I’m going to remove your IV, and then I just need you to sign the discharge paperwork, and wait for your escort to come back.”

“I’m back!” Eijirou grinned as he poked his head in, watching as you signed the papers. “Uraraka is forcibly floating Blasty back to his apartment so he doesn’t wind up passed out on a train somewhere. They’ve got him all sorts of knocked up on pain killers. But I’m ready to take you back to the shop if you’re good to go.”

“I am.” You nodded. “I still need to finish closing up shop, though. I locked up the cash from the register, but the machines need cleaned and the doors need locked before I call it a night.”

Eijirou just smiled sheepishly, his hands ready to steady you as you climbed out of the hospital bed.

“I’m okay.” You whined, batting his arm away playfully. “The press would have a hay day if you held my arm or god forbid carried me anywhere.”

“Oh! Uhh, yeah, you’re right.” He flinched, arms snapping back to his sides, and you instantly regretted even bringing it up as you watched Eijirou school his features to look carefully professional once more, carefully ushering you out the door.

"I think the ladies would be too devastated, if the press made it seem like the most eligible bachelor of the pro heroes was off the dating market.” You joked nervously, trying to ease the tension that had settled between the two of you.

“Obviously.” He rolled his eyes, cracking a slight smirk. “Who else are they going to drool over? No one else is nearly as manly as me.”

"Not even Ground Zero?”

“A close second.” He conceded. “But he really only shows anger and annoyance, which decidedly unmanly. His only downfall.”

The café was in sight again- and mostly still intact. It was nestled between a few other businesses on the strip, quiet and unassuming. You wondered briefly how the heroes had even taken notice, when everything else about the world of heroes seemed so loud and chaotic. The chalkboard outside was  smudged with dust, as were the windows that offered a peak into the cozy shop, but as far as you could see, nothing had been damaged or broken into during your absence.

“I think tomorrow is going to be a long day of cleaning.” You groaned.

“Occupational hazard.” Eijirou laughed. “I think this is where I let you go, though.”

Turning to face him and putting your hand on his shoulder, you looked into his eyes. “Thank you, Eijirou. Thanks for making sure I was okay and that I got home safely. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, and what you continue to do for the city.”

“Just doing my job.” He replied sheepishly, his voice half an octave higher than usual. “I think my patrol shift starts here soon, so I’ll catch on the flipside for my usual.”

Eijirou left, and you carefully locked the doors behind him. The silence was deafening. The café usually buzzed with quite murmurs of those working, catching up with friends, or tentatively flirting with a prospective partner. Normally, the café wouldn’t close for a few more hours, but even leaning against the counter seemed to draw from the deepest reserves of strength you could bare, and you wished Eijirou had stayed.

That’s what you get for making the man so uncomfortable. The voice inside your head whispered cruelly. Shouldn’t get hung up on your silly little crush. He’s just a hero looking to maintain a public image, not get to know you or your life or sweep you off of your feet. You should stop this before you embarrass yourself.

“Kiri is a kind man.” You whispered to yourself, as if to silence your own internal monologue, hands deftly cleaning the espresso machines. “He cares about others. I may not be special, but he is genuine.”

The coffee bar was strangely oily, and once again your senses were assaulted with the stench of over-cooked caramel and thick smoke. Ground Zero was an enigma; you knew that his temper was just as explosive as his quirk, frequently berating civilians unfortunate enough to be caught in his way and chasing away reporters with a more than a few sparks. Yet, despite his notoriously low public approval levels, he still managed to rank as the number two hero. His record for take downs and civilian rescues were immaculate, only outranked by Deku. For someone so who was so determined to be the take over the spot for number one hero, he was prickly at best and outright aggressive at worst. He was a confusing contradiction of everything the public believed of pro heroes, and in his own way, stole the media’s attention as they leaned into Ground Zero’s “bad boy” reputation.

You wondered if he appreciated the media’s attempts to make him more likeable, or if it only annoyed him further. Ground Zero certainly didn’t seem appreciative of your help, nor was he thrilled with Eijirou’s attempts to joke about his bad attitude. He was so different from his partner; Red Riot was the media’s sweetheart, sympathetic and caring, and known for his tendency to help civilians even with menial tasks. He was both an unbreakable force for good against the villains plaguing the city and an approachable everyday hero.

Ground Zero didn’t have that luxury, his humanity lost to his pro hero status. It seemed like a lonely existence. With a sigh, you finished your cleaning, and taped a “Closed early” sign to the front door, and wandered back up to your apartment to rest for the evening.

[ct-69-420]

Jack Rats

Part One of my Clone Wars/Bad Batch-era OCs! Characters covered in this one: Vesa, Madds, Kez, and Zuli.

This post might get a little long so

Vesaseh “Vesa” Rumrraahk

She’s one of my favorites! Vesa is the one who can pick up Crosshair and swing him around no problem. She’s not as strong as Wrecker, but she’s pretty buff!

holds her liquor really well

somewhere between 6′2 and 7 feet tall (maybe 9 feet but I haven’t decided yet). she’s actually pretty short by her species standards 

gets along with wrecker really well

comes from a pretty well-off family. she was very sheltered as a kid which means she’s now gullible and holds a lot of her parents’ more conservative views, but she’s opening up and slowly becoming a socialist based solely on her interactions with the war

causes problems/mischief on purpose. she is chaos incarnate

once convinced a group of clones that she couldn’t read but was still a certified medic

you know those tiktoks with the MCR song “Teenagers” sound? She is very much that sound. The whole team is.

you can’t see in this picrew but she has fangs

Maddulis “Madds” Thellil

This character is actually largely based on a real life friend of mine, especially in appearance. Some facts about Madds:

im gonna brag about her name because i put a lot of thought into it. No idea what world/language it comes from, but it comes from an ancient masc name “Addu” meaning gentle, and “lis” roughly meaning the one/that one/that person. So her name means “gentle one”

she once beat Crosshair in a sniping competition. It was purely on luck and a technicality, but she’ll never let him live it down

was planning on joining the army prior to the war (but got turned away)

married her best friend for tax benefits and financial aid reasons

can get along with anyone. she’s super nice and she’s a social butterfly

somehow earned enough of Hunter’s trust to braid his hair. She’s gotten a lot of practice with curly hair through Hunter!

learned to shoot from her dad and ex-boyfriends

she’s a good dancer too

Kezrayth Thellil

cough cough self insert cough

No but seriously, Kez is very much my indulgent self-insert character. He allows me to explore my trauma/fears/thoughts/emotions and also date Tech.

taught himself Mando’a, sign language, and a couple other languages when he was stuck in the hospital with nothing to do

undecided major before the war started. Then he joined the GAR

Autistic/ADHD! Hunter once called him a “half-baked Tech” but Kez argued that would also make him a half-baked Hunter, seeing as he’s also light/sound/smell sensitive

designated driver. Kez doesn’t drink (sober at least a year now!) but doesn’t mind being in a bar or around alcohol

somehow manages his way in the criminal underworld. but he’s still a total softie; he usually apologizes to droids when he has to shoot them

cannot shoot. Madds is a sharpshooter, but Kez has terrible eyesight and needs to be pretty close in order to get a good hit. He still prefers blasters over knives, though

he’s the one that proposed to Madds that they get married for financial aid. he also made their rings

Zuli Zarcana

Originally I wasn’t basing Zuli off of anyone, but now... yeah. she’s based slightly on another friend of mine, mostly in how laid-back and artsy she is:

possibly Pantoran? I haven’t decided I’m not sure what she is just yet but for now we’ll say she’s human she is officially human I think!

short and petite, but chubby!

she’s an actual doctor. The only real medic on the team - and she’s usually stuck somewhere else tending to injured clones

she isn’t actually part of their unit, but she’s friends with them so she’s an honorary member

Full Time Mom Friend

she’s an artist! she’s really good, too, but her parents were very strict and didn’t consider art to be “real work” so she went into the medical field instead

close friends with Fives

she also studied a bit of psychology. she’s neurotypical but she understands Kez and Madds well. also part-time Therapist Friend

voice of reason

Other fun facts:

the term “Jack Rat” is one they coined themselves, similar to how the Bad Batch chose theirs. They got called rats as an insult, and mixed it with Jack of All Trades, since their work is so mixed and varied. Jack Rats!

their ship is a light cargo freighter. It’s livable, too. It’s called the Brick Szarlotka, or just Szarlotka, after a dessert from Madds and Kez’s home. (szarlotka is actually a kind of Polish apple pie, but we don’t have Poland in space)

neither Madds or Kez are actually fully trained to be medics. In fact, prior to the war, they probably wouldn’t be allowed to serve because of their mental illnesses, but desperate times call for desperate measures

they each know enough sign language to manage a non-verbal Kez. Kez knows the whole language, and Madds is the second best since she’s known him so long

they usually have at least one small stuffed animal/tooka doll with them. No one knows where they keep getting all their toys, but they’re always giving them to refugee children and will even use them to comfort clones. Wrecker’s favorite is a stuffed animal named Frinnigan who roars when you squeeze him

they’re all down for committing crimes. a lot of theft. (Vesa and Zuli are the most reluctant/nervous)

civvies are a love language. Everyone in the Batch has at least 2 outfits

it’s all chaos

(Picrews used: Vesa, Madds, Kez, and Zuli)

[libsterslobsters]

The Battle of Evermore

A Bucky Barnes fanfic

Summary: Set during the events of Captain America: Civil War. Bucky and the reader's worst nightmare has come true: they're captured, and there's nothing even Steve Rogers can do... or is there?

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem! enhanced! reader

(reader sees shards of the future, can understand every language, and processes information quickly)

Warnings: Violence, angst, fluff, self-loathing, Civil War spoilers, language

Author's note: The female character's name is never given so that this can be read as a self-insert, but at this point, I've written so much about her and Bucky that I've named her Violet. Still working on a last name. If you have any suggestions, comment below.

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It’s not exactly unexpected, them having to fight their way out. Steve always hopes for the best, but prepares for the worst, especially when it involves The Winter Soldier, or as he knows him, Bucky Barnes. But still, the last thing he’s expecting when his best friend crashes through the door of an apartment several storeys below is to barely catch (and if it weren’t for his enhanced hearing, it’s guaranteed he would’ve missed it altogether) a woman hiss,

“Buck, what the hell-”

“Get out of here. Now.”

Again, he’s known the guy for years, had him bust up enough back-alley fights in their day, so he knows Bucky tends to have a flare for the dramatic when it comes to any sort of altercation, but it still seems a little overboard, the moves he’s pulling out to kick these hostile’s sorry tails. That is, until he’s out of the building and sees a hooded figure, small enough that his first guess would be female, waiting in a dark corner. That’s when it clicks: a diversion. But how did she manage- She takes off running, cutting his internal questioning short, and when her sweatshirt rides up, he sees a harness around her waist, carabiner still attached, and rope burns on her hands. That answers that.

All thoughts of whoever the strange woman was are pushed aside in the pursuit that follows. In fact, Steve’s almost forgotten about her until they’re being loaded into armored cars like criminals (which, he supposes, they are now), and as they’re leading Bucky away, he freezes on the spot, not budging for a full ten seconds despite his guards doing their best to get him moving again. Steve follows his line of sight to yet another car window, and then he realizes why Bucky suddenly looked so defeated. They got her too.

On the ride back to base, Bucky’s separated from the rest of them, but the woman is thrown in with him, Sam, and T’Challa, since apparently, Rhodey’s decided she’s not a threat. Either that, or he’s hoping being stuck with the men she was trying to escape will rattle her enough that, once they’ve landed, she’ll talk. If Steve had to venture a guess, he’d say that won’t work; if the way she keeps her eyes down and ignores anyone speaking to her wasn’t enough to indicate that she’s not playing ball, his knowledge that her escaping the building wasn’t a matter of chance (no, his bet’s on both of them having prepared for something like this in advance, how else can you account for the diversion and her rappelling down the side of the building) would do the trick. Just before they’re led into the building, he slides past her, and murmurs, “Steve Rogers. Don’t answer their questions. I’ll find you later.” It’s brief, but her eyes flick up to study him, then back down again, and he takes that as acknowledgment.

It’s a lot of hassle, a lot of questions, and a lot of paperwork. He’s half-way expecting to be put in a cell, but after a good two hours, he’s remanded to a room to wait. About an hour later, Sam is escorted in as well. After the routine questions (are you okay, what did you say to them, what did they say to you), Sam finally lands on the immediate issue at hand.

“Cap, who the hell’s the girl?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

That’s not entirely true. He’s had a good amount of time to think it over, and he’s narrowed the possibilities down. The first thing he considered was, as unlikely as it seems at first blush, the girl is Bucky’s daughter. Who knows if they’ve sent out the Winter Soldier for things other than assassinations. He could’ve been asked to extract information in ways that don’t include the use of excessive force. Steve almost immediately rules that one out. She doesn’t look enough like him for that possibility. Age wouldn’t necessarily be a factor considering Bucky’s been on and off ice for the past seventy years. Still, the dynamic felt… off, somehow. His bet’s on not related at all.

His second thought is a partner. Someone else who’s escaped Hydra and is now hiding out. Well, considering that she got caught (and if the rope burns are anything to judge from, she’s no expert at quick escapes), that seems unlikely as well. They get along, obviously, and she has to be important, or else he wouldn’t have risked so much to give her time to get away, so possibly a friend. Still, that level of devastation upon seeing her captured? That seems a little more intense than an average acquaintanceship.

That leaves only one possibility; a romantic entanglement. A part of Steve is happy for Bucky. He’s had a whole lot of miserable in his life so far. He deserves to find some joy. Another part of him is rolling it’s eyes at the fact that, even in hiding when he really should be keeping to himself, his best friend managed to find himself in the company of a pretty girl. The biggest part, however, is scared. If this is serious (and all things considered, it’d be foolish to think otherwise), this girl is yet another liability, another complication in vindicating Bucky.

As he’s discussing things with Sharon, he realizes that he can see the feed from the girl’s cell as well as Bucky’s. The volume is turned down low, but if he concentrates, he can hear her.

“Please, if anyone is listening, you have to stop that doctor. He’s not who he says he is!” Steve brushes it off as hysterics. That is, until it dawns on him that she’d have no way of knowing about the doctor interviewing Bucky.

“God! You people! I’ve been hiding from this fucking government since I was eighteen years old! Now that you’ve got me behind bars, the least you could do is listen! I’m telling you, he’s not who he says he is! Don’t let him in the room with Barnes! It’s a mistake! People are going to die!” That makes him wonder…

“Sharon, do you have a file on the girl?”

She shakes her head.

“Not that I know of, but I also haven’t looked. She’s just some random Romanian woman, right?” That’s what he thought, but now he’s not so sure. Her accent… she sounds American. “Couldn’t even get her name out of her. My guess would be that she’s insane. All she’d tell us is that we’re making a big mistake and people are going to die because of it.”

He’s about to say something more, but that’s when the lights are cut.

The battle that follows leaves little time to think of anything other than capturing Bucky before the other side does (oh, and trying to survive themselves), but in the brief lull after they come out of the river, he manages to tell Sam,

“Spring the girl.”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it. I have a hunch.” One that admittedly doesn’t make much sense, but then again, that seems to be the way his life works.

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“It was a mistake. I told them so.” Sam’s inclined to believe the same as Sharon when he approaches the high-security cell with a pacing woman inside. “A fucking mistake. And now there’s a bunch of dead people topside and Barnes is who knows where, probably either with a couple bullet holes in him or else a couple bullet holes in the other guys.” She has to be crazy. She’s talking to herself. But how does she know- “I see the damn future, for fuck’s sake!” Well, that explains that.

It seems like she’s worn herself out because, her back against the wall, she slides down slowly to the floor as if her legs have given out from under her.

“I see the future, and I still couldn’t save him.” Great. He’s been sent to extract a homicidal maniac’s fortune-telling girlfriend. Awesome.

“Yeah, well-” She startles, cracking her head on the glass wall. “-unless you want a really bad headache, I’d get against the back wall right now if I were you, because I’m about to bust you out of here.”

“Who are you?” If he blasts the control panel… as a last resort, he could quite literally blow out the wall.

“A friend of Steve Rogers.” Sent to collect her crazy ass. The least she could do is stop glaring at him. “And I meant what I said about that headache. Get back and cover your ears.”

Finally, she moves, but not before shooting back,

“If you’re lying, just be aware that I won’t hesitate to kick you in the family jewels so hard, you’ll sing soprano.” Well, that’s comforting.

For a high-security facility, the locks go down fairly easily. Still, he hesitates before opening the door. “I’ll let you out so long as you promise to keep your hands to yourself and your crazy away from me, deal?”

She snorts.

“Can’t promise anything about the crazy because it comes and goes, but I won’t touch you. Good enough?” Can he really say no?

“Yeah. Whatever.” He allows the door to open, jumping out of the way just in case.

Now that she’s out of her cage, she looks considerably less nuts. Still, he’s not taking any chances.

“Rogers told me to spring you while he rounded up your boyfriend. He’s gone psycho, by the way.” If he was expecting a reaction, he’s disappointed. She just sighs.

“I was afraid of that. They turned a good man into a weapon.” Alright, ignoring the fact that he wouldn’t exactly call Barnes a good man…

“What’s your name?” She just raises an eyebrow.

“I’ll tell you mine when you tell me yours.” Sam doesn’t have time for this.

“Well, whatever your name is, stick close. If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to hide, you hide. If I tell you to shut up, you shut up. Got it?” Not waiting for an answer, he starts making his way out of the building.

He’s halfway expecting her to make a break for it the second his back is turned but, five sharp turns and a handful of sudden stops later, she’s still right behind him. Well, at the very least, her crazy hasn’t affected her ability to follow directions.

Trouble finally finds them when they attempt to sneak out the proverbial back door. Sam doesn’t even have a chance to shout at her to hide or run between incapacitating various guards, and by the time he remembers he’s supposed to be looking out for Barnes’ girlfriend, there’s an unconscious man laying by her side and she’s got the business end of a gun turned on another, who’s kneeling in front of her with his hands up.

“Don’t shoot him!” As he says it, her foot makes contact with the man’s chin, and he drops.

“Wasn’t gonna.”

She still hasn’t let go of the weapon. Alright, he needs to defuse this situation as fast as possible (oh, and without getting himself killed).

“You wanna put the gun down, What’s-your-face?”

“Nope. I’m hanging onto it.” As she says it, she checks the bullets. “Don’t worry. I know how to use it.” How is that supposed to keep him from worrying?

“Yeah well, keep it pointed away from me.” Is she rolling her eyes? Great. He’s dealing with an overgrown teenager.

“Safety’s on anyway.” He’s starting to think that between the knocked out cold super soldier and the awake and definitely dangerous crazy lady, he’s wishing he had Steve’s job.

“Come on.”

He only manages to run a few more steps before she asks,

“Where are we going?”

He’s not entirely sure, but he goes with what he’s almost certain will bring her along.

“To Barnes.” Sure enough, she doesn’t say anything else.

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Once she arrives at… wherever the hell they are… she’s instructed to wait where she is and keep her mouth shut. Normally she’d inform whoever’s telling her that to stick it directly up their ass, but Bucky warned her time and again about what he could inadvertently do to her if he was activated, and considering Steve Rogers has the same capabilities, she’s not going to chance it. That, and Mr. “Keep your crazy away from me” seems a little testy, even if she does still have her gun (the fact that they haven’t taken it from her says more than enough about how secure they both feel in their ability to overpower her). No, she’ll bide her time. For now, it’s enough that she knows where Barnes is and that he’s mostly okay, if having a long snooze.

Eventually he does come around, and the conversation that follows both chills her to the bone and breaks her heart. He’s matter-of-fact about everything, calmly explaining to Steve and Sam (she finally overhears his name) what they’re up against, what those terrible people have made of him and so many others, but the guilt he feels is clear, at least to her. Alright, that’s it. She’s not going to sit still and be quiet any longer. She’ll just have to be smart about it.

Once Sam steps out to call whoever it is he knows that can help him, she starts to creep forward, slowly, deliberately, careful to avoid making noise. She’s almost there, about to leave the refuge of hiding behind a piece of broken down heavy machinery, when she hears something that makes her stop short.

“Who’s the girl, Buck?” This ought to be interesting. It was necessary to have a conversation about what they would do if one or the other of them was captured at any point in time, have a plan in place, but since this is Steve Rogers, she has no idea what the answer will be.

“Call her a personal attachment.” It’s a good answer. Vague, not giving too much away.

“Yeah, I figured that much out myself. Wanna give me a little more information?”

There’s a long pause, then-

“She’s important. The same way Peggy’s important to you.” That makes no sense to her, but it must appease Steve.

“I’m glad. You deserve that.” She’s definitely missing something here. “What’s her name?” That’s when she chooses to step forward.

They both turn towards her as she gives her name. “You should also know that I only give people one opportunity to tell me what to do. You and Sam already used yours.”

Steve glances back at Bucky, who shrugs, smirking.

“Don’t look at me. I used mine up two years ago.” A wave of relief courses through her. His sense of humor is still there, at least.

Steve nods. “Well, it’s nice to meet you. I still have a question, though.” She indicates that it’s okay. “Are you gonna be as much of a pain in the neck as he is?” A joke, or at least she thinks it is.

“Only if I can’t be a bigger one.” If the laugh is any indication, she was right.

“I have a question too.” This time Bucky’s the one asking as Steve sets about freeing his arm. “Doll, where’d you get the gun?”

She decides to go with the truth, but a lighter version of it.

“A nice guard gave it to me.”

“Oh, he gave it to you, huh?”

She nods, slowly approaching him.

“Yes. It’s amazing how accommodating people can be once you’ve elbowed them in the ribs and kneed them in the groin.”

With a groan of metal, he’s free. As Steve helps him to his feet, he asks,

“What exactly did you teach her?”

“A few things. The rest she’d learned before me.” Yeah, well, you don’t spend your life running and hiding without learning how to defend yourself. Although, from the look of things, the company she’s fallen into could crush her without breaking a sweat.

After exchanging a few more words, Steve excuses himself, leaving her alone with the man she’s been so worried about. The atmosphere immediately changes, all attempts on both of their parts to seem unaffected, strong, gone to the wayside as he opens his arms and she folds herself into them.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head, not lifting it from where it’s buried in his chest.

“No. I was locked up the whole time. Sam sprang me loose.” She can feel some of the tension leak out of him as he heaves a sigh of relief.

“I shouldn’t have gotten you involved. If you’d stayed-” Not waiting for him to finish his thought, she reaches up and taps the back of his head.

“Shut up. If you’d left without me, you know I’d just have gone to find you and gotten myself into even more trouble.”

He chuckles.

“You do have a way of doing that.”

Neither of them say much for the next few minutes, just concentrating on, in this brief moment, being together. Finally, with a sigh, Bucky separates himself from her and holds her at arm’s length.

“Look at me.”

It’s an abrupt segue, and she frowns.

“I need to make sure this is getting through that pretty and incredibly hard head of yours, because it’s important.” Swallowing down a lump in her throat, she meets his eyes. “If they activate me again, drop any weapons you have, get on your knees, and put your hands up.”

“What-”

“I don’t know much about how all of it works, but I do know that when I’m like that, I’ll ignore you if you don’t present a threat. It’s a shitty solution, but it’s the only way I can think of to half-way make sure you’re safe.” She’s about to protest (he’s with Steve now, whoever that not-a-doctor was is gone, no one’s going to activate him, and even though she knows what he can do, she refuses to be afraid of him), but it’s an old argument, and he cuts her off before she can even get started. “Promise me, Doll. Please.” He’s pleading with her, she realizes. As much as she hates it, the only thing she can do is agree.

“I will, but only if you promise to come back in one piece.” She begs her mind to memorize that smile, every single detail of it, just in case this is their last goodbye.

“It’s a deal.”

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He’s drained, utterly and completely. That’s not a way Bucky is used to feeling, but after the past few days and all they’ve held (not to mention going in and out of being the Winter Soldier, never knowing who he’s hurt this time), he has to admit that he’s beat, even if it’s just to himself.

It’s all a blur: captured, activated, back to normal, battle, another battle, and now on a hellicarrier, waiting to go to a small African country he’d never heard of a week ago. If he examines each event closely, he can remember it in full, but why in the hell would he want to do that, especially after the encounter with Stark?

The one bright spot in the maze is that he knows she’s safe, holed up in what used to be a SHIELD safe house (he balked at the idea, as did she, but Steve assured them both that it was abandoned, completely safe), waiting for the all-clear to return to Romania. He’d wondered, with everyone except Steve and himself locked up who would tell her it’s safe to leave, but when Natasha helped them escape, she looked him dead in the eyes and informed him, “I’ll look after her, too.”. He still wonders how she knew where Steve chose as a location, but his best friend told him it’s best not to question how the spy gets her information.

The doors open once again, but he doesn’t look up.

“You look a little worse for wear.”

Even with the super serum, it’s a wonder he doesn’t get whiplash, turning his head towards the familiar voice.

“I thought I told you to come back in one piece.”

No, he’s not kidding himself. His senses aren’t fooling him. It’s her. She’s here.

“I did.” She chuckles as she settles into the seat next to him. “More or less.”

Completely ignoring the fact that he’s filthy, covered in at least ten different kinds of muck, she takes his hand in hers. He allows himself the comfort of having her next to him, enjoying the warmth, not just of her body but her presence, before asking,

“Doll, what are you doing here?”

“What I’m usually doing.” She stretches out her legs in front of her as far as they’ll go, then toes off her shoes. “Following you around like a lost puppy.” No, that’s definitely him. Can’t bring himself to stay away even though she’d be safer if he left and never came back. Once upon a time, he fooled himself into believing that so long as he stayed hidden, nobody said those key words, he wouldn’t hurt her. She’d be safer with him to protect her (she can defend herself, sure, but there’s far nastier things out there than just common criminals) than on her own, and besides, she wants him to stay. Now he knows the truth: it doesn’t matter that the Winter Soldier never laid a finger on her. He’s hurt her just from being who he is, sure as he left bruises in the shape of his fingerprints the first night they ever spent together doing something more than sleeping. Well, that ends now. He has to be strong, for her sake.

“I’m not going back to Romania.”

“I know.” She nods. “We’re going to Wakanda.” Here comes the hard part. He can do it. He has to.

“Not “we”. Just me.” It takes a moment, but recognition dawns on her face.

“Are you telling me to leave?”

She says it calmly, but he can tell that inside, she’s already starting to crumble. He should say yes. He’s absolutely telling her to leave. He loves her, god, does he ever, and you don’t hurt the people you love. You protect them, even if that means keeping them away from you. But, even as he prepares to tell her that, he knows the truth.

“Would it do any good if I did?”

“If it was because you truly didn’t want me around, then yes. If it was some self-sacrificing bullshit, then no.”

And there’s the crux of it. He can never tell her to go and truly mean it, just as he could never leave her side without her telling him she wants him gone. He’s simply not that strong, not that noble. Still, he has to try.

“You saw what I did.”

“Yeah, I did.” He feels her sag against his shoulder. “And my opinion hasn’t changed. I’m not afraid of you, Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier? Okay, he’s a scary guy, and I’ll be cautious around him, but I trust you.” Her fingers tighten around his. “I love you. That stays the same.”

He swallows hard, trying to get control of himself. There will be a time to put down all his armor, show her how damn tired he is, how if he’s being honest with himself, he just wants to let her take care of him, but not while they’re having this conversation.

“I’m going on ice as soon as we reach Wakanda.”

“Figured as much. I’ll be standing by, pestering them to make sure they do a good job getting what Hydra put in your head back out again.” She tugs gently at his hair. “For now, just relax. It’s only the two of us here. You’ve had a hard couple of days, so just rest.”

He starts to protest that he’s fine, she’s the one who should be decompressing, but then her fingers start working through the hair at his scalp. “You’re safe, Buck. It’s all going to work out.”

“Did you have a vision?” The last thing he sees as he closes his eyes and lets his head fall into her lap is her smile.

“No. Some things you don’t need to see the future to know.”

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Possible Hero 6

Well a couple of days some watching of KP, Marvel Rising & BH6 for inspiration later and heres chapter 6 of Possible Hero 6 this will be a two part chapter and will lead up to events before the finale which will be based off the storyline of the BH6 season finale. But for now lets begin.  Kim Possible & Big Hero 6 (c) Disney, 2020 I don't own the characters this is just for fun!

Chapter 6 Destructo- nightmare part 1

In the wake of last nights undercover mission Team Possible and Big Hero 6 now know who Drakken is working with and what Yama is having him build a robot filled with enough weapons to put Ultron from the Avengers to shame. 

In the morning air of San Fransokyo Baymax, Hiro and Kim were armoured up/suited up and flying around the city skyline looking out for trouble Baymax was using his super sensor to scan the area for Shego and trying to find any traces of ion emissions from her powers.

“Anything Baymax?” Hiro asked. “Negative there is no sign of Shego or Drakken.” Baymax replied. 

The Kimmunicator then sounds off and Kim answers it. 

“Wade any news?” Kim said. “Nothing Kim, I can’t get an exact fix on Drakken, ever since he blew up his lair I can’t see, to track him or Shego.” Wade relayed. 

“Same Sitch on our our end, they may have gone underground in hiding.” Kim deduced.

“So how are we going to find them?” Hiro asked. 

“Well from experience, Drakken usually shows up when he moves his plan into action, so until Wade comes up with any new leads we’ll have to wait.” Kim decided. “But I’ve got a feeling Drakken will play his hand soon.” 

With that Baymax flew away back to Hiro’s garage. 

Periodic Table Cafe (SFIT)

Later that day after a number of classes Honey Lemon, Gogo, Wasabi, Fred, Hiro and Baymax were at the periodic table cafe having lunch.

“Fred you sure you should be eating that mystery meat again?” Wasabi asked a little concerned. 

“Hey it wasn’t so bad last time and it’s a known fact that something’s better the second time round.” Fred explained as he started eating. 

“Maybe in some cases but here it’s really not.” Honey Lemon said. 

“Yeah, so any word from Kim yet?” Gogo then asked. Hiro checked his phone with no recent messages from the red headed teen or from Ron. 

“No nothing I don’t like it when a villain goes quiet.” Hiro said feeling a little anxious. 

“Yeah kinda like Obake.” Fred observed with his mouth full whilst Wasabi used wipes he’d brought from home to clean up the mess his spit was causing. 

“Yeah but the difference is Obake is unpredictable and we don’t know what he has planned.” Gogo said. “We know what Yama and Drakken are planning but have no idea what he’s doing or when he’s going to do it.” 

“Yeah I have to admit guys I’m freaking out a little.” Honey Lemon admitted. 

“Yeah but don’t forget we’ve got Kim Possible helping us we’re bound to stop this evil scheme.” Fred said confidently. 

“Working together has had a higher success rate than working individual.” Baymax explained. 

Just then Karmi came by with a tray of her lunch and looked to Hiro. 

“Hey Hamada.” Karmi called getting his attention. 

“Yeah what is it Karmi” Hiro asked. “Just wanted you to know there’s some robotics doctor looking for you.” She then said. 

“Really who?” Hiro asked with interest. “Don’t know he didn’t give his name he said he was looking for you.” Karmi shrugged as she left. 

This had gotten everyone curious Hiro especially but none the less he left the cafeteria table to go to his lab.

“Well I guess I better find out what he wants.” Hiro said and Baymax soon followed. The team did have a look of concern on their faces because if any robotics experts had come to see Hiro they would’ve been notified by Professor Granville. 

Soon Hiro and Baymax arrived in the robotics lab and made his way to his lab. When he opened the door he saw someone in a black trench coat sitting on the chair with his back facing Hiro.

“Uh hello?” Hiro asked. “Ah greetings Mr. Hamada.” Said the ‘robotics doctor’ however Hiro could tell something was up the voice sounded familiar. 

“I understand your a robotics expert impressive.” The figure then stood up and turned around to reveal..

“For a teenager!” It was revealed to be Dr.Drakken himself. 

Hiro was frozen in fright and was about to act when suddenly he felt a sudden pain in his back and it revealed to be Shego who just stunned him with a taser. 

“Oh no” Baymax said but before he could act Shego tased  him too right on the face shorting him out and he fell to the ground. 

Hiro saw this right before he lost consciousness. “Baymax....” he groaned before everything went black. 

Soon he woke up a little disoriented and he could feel he was on a cold metal surface when his senses returned to him he was tied down by metal clamps on a cold metal table he could see he was inside some kind of lair not surprising who. 

“What the..” Hiro said as he woke up. “Where am I what’s going on!” Suddenly a light lit up showing Baymax was stuck inside a cell surrounded by energy bars. 

“Baymax?!” Hiro called. “Hiro.” Baymax said. 

“Well well look who’s finally awake.” Called a voice and it was revealed to be Drakken and Shego. 

“Drakken!” Hiro exclaimed. “Hmm” Drakken said in surprise. “You’ve heard of me.” 

Hiro quickly made up an excuse as he didn’t want Drakken to know who he really was. 

“Uh yeah your Dr.Drakken a major super villain I heard about on the news.” Hiro said chuckling nervously. 

“Ah so I am well known ha beat that Professor Dementor!” Drakken gloated however Shego just eyed the young teenager suspiciously she couldn’t help but wonder where she’s seen him before. 

“Now then I’ll get straight to the point mr. Hamada, I have a little robotics problem and according to my associate Mr.Yama your the person to talk to about this problem.” Drakken then explained. 

“What ever you want your not going to get it.” Hiro said. “Oh maybe you’ll change your mind when I show it to you.” Drakken said as he gestured to the Destructo Yama in the room. 

“Behold the Destructo Yama a robot designed for one thing.” Drakken explained “don’t tell me world conquest.” Hiro cracked.

“Gah another lippy teenager!” Drakken said. “Look all I need is a robotics expert to fix some glitches in the programming and the cyber circuitry and that is why I need you.” Drakken said. 

“We’ll forget it I’m not helping you.” Hiro said. “I mean why would you think I would for an evil genius your pretty stupid.” He then cracked. 

“What I’m an evil genius!” Drakken exclaimed. However at that moment Shego realised something as she looked at Hiro closely. 

“Wait a minute.” Shego said as she took a long hard look at Hiro and noticed his face and eyes looked a lot like someone she’d seen before then it hit her. 

“No way !” Shego exclaimed “What what is it?” Drakken demanded. 

“Dr. D this is one of those Big Hero 6 guys.” This caused Hiro to grimace in horror a supervillain knew who he was. 

“What him? you sure Shego?” Drakken said. 

“Gah it’s that one in purple armour with that big red robot, I’ll bet you anything that walking balloon is said red robot.” Shego said pointing directly at Baymax who blinked. 

“I am a personal healthcare companion.” Baymax simply said with his know it all finger pointing up. 

Drakken took a close look at Baymax and noticed his eyes. 

“Hmm, well he does have the same eyes as that red robot.” Drakken observed. Shego just groaned in frustration then decided to persuade Hiro herself.

“Okay kid, lets try this again.” Shego said approaching him. “We need you to fix these robots otherwise we could just hand you over to Yama, apparently he’s got a score to settle with you.” 

“I’ve seen Yama before and I’m not scared of him.” Hiro said. 

“Only when you didn’t have your friends backing you up, cause without them your just a defenceless genius.” Shego said. 

“Says the one helping mr blue clueless over there.” Hiro cracked. 

“HEY I HEARD THAT!” Drakken shouted. Shego knew this kid was good and couldn’t be intimidated, however she had another means. She then proceeded to lower the bars on Baymax’s cell. 

“Wait what are you doing?” Hiro said a little frightened. “Yes I’d like to know too.” Drakken asked. 

“Your going to help us kid, because if you don’t…” Shego ignites her plasma energy in her right hand  and thanks to the energy enhancers made it glow brighter with energy. She then places it close to Baymax. 

“I’m gonna cut this robot of yours into tiny little pieces.” She then smirked. 

“No don’t touch him!” Hiro said “Fire can be dangerous and cause sever burns.” Baymax then pointed out. 

“Hm your smart for a marshmallow, no offence.” Shego said.

“I am a robot I cannot be offended.” Baymax just says. 

Shego then notices the circular port on Baymax and when she touches it it opens to reveal his data disk port. 

“Ah I wonder what happens if I burn some of these.” She said smirking. 

“No!” Hiro cried. “Why you making such a fuss he’s just a robot.” Drakken asked. 

“He’s not just a robot, he’s like my family.” Hiro then exclaimed angrily. “Please don’t hurt my friend.” 

Shego just gagged in disgust whilst Drakken just walked over to Shego. 

“Well thats, actually quite touching but lets see..” Drakken was about to finish his sentence he noticed one of the chips had a familiar looking ‘KP’ logo on it. He then proceeded to remove the chip and looked at it with curiosity. 

He goes over to the computer console and inserts the data chip into it and reviewed its contents he saw it was all the data Hiro collected during the teams training sessions with Kim and Ron. This development made Drakken grin from ear to ear.

“Ohh ho ho, seems you’ve already been very useful to me Hamada, with this the Destructo Yama will be invincible!” Drakken exclaimed. 

“So kid what will it be.” Shego said getting ready to burn Baymax’s data port and chips Hiro knew he couldn’t help these bad people finish their robots but at the same time he couldn’t lose Baymax not again. 

“STOP!” Hiro cried. “I’ll help you but if any harm comes to Baymax I won’t fix the robots!” He then added.

This put a smirk on Shego’s face and even more for Drakken. 

“Good.” Then let’s get to work. He then grinned. 

Meanwhile at the Hotel

Kim was sitting on her bed next to her Kimmunicator waiting to hear from Wade about Drakken and Shego’s whereabouts. Minutes passed and still nothing. 

“Kim.” A voice then startled her and she turned to see Ron standing at the door with Rufus on his shoulder. 

“Oh sorry Ron you just startled me.” Kim said. Ron then proceeded to sit next to her. 

“So I’m guessing there’s no word from Wade.” Ron asked. 

“No nothing, and I don’t like it.” Kim said. “Come on chin up KP we’ll find Drakken and stop his evil scheme like we always do.” Ron said. “especially since we have a group of superheroes helping us second only to the worlds best teen hero.” 

Kim then turned to Ron with a smile and a slight chuckle. 

“Thanks Ron you always know just what to say.” Kim said.

“Well what kinda friend or sidekick would I be if I wasn’t there for my best friend.” Ron smiled and Rufus squeaked in agreement. 

Just then they could hear a voice and it was Kim’s mom on the phone to someone. The two exited the room and could see Ann was on the phone. 

“No Cass I haven’t seen him.” Ann said as she was talking to Hiro’s Aunt Cass. 

“Oh no no don’t worry I’m sure he’s fine he’s probably out with his classmates.” Ann said and she saw Kim and Ron standing in the room and then she had an idea.

“Look if it’ll put your mind at ease I’ll ask Kimmy to go to the campus and look for him.” Ann said and with that Kim, Ron and Rufus left the hotel room waving to Ann and she waved to them. 

When they were walking down the hallway Kim’s phone started ringing. She looked at the screen and saw it was Honey Lemon calling her. 

“Hello.” Kim said. “Kim its Honey Lemon..” “I think I know why your calling have the others meet me at SFIT.” Kim replied.  

Hiro’s Lab:

Soon everyone was gathered at Hiro’s lab looking for him but so far couldn’t find any trace of him on campus. Whilst the team looked around campus Kim went to the deans office.

She knocked on the door and waited. “Come in.” 

Called a voice and Kim opened the door to see Professor Granville at her desk. 

“Professor Granville.” Kim said coming into the office. “Ah Miss Possible this is a surprise, can I help you with anything?” 

Granville asked. 

“Well is Hiro around on the campus, it’s just according to his Aunt he hadn’t come home after his after his classes.” Kim explained. 

“I see, well I haven’t seen Mr.Hamada since this morning or anywhere on campus since then.” Granville explained. 

This had gotten Kim even more confused and a little worried Hiro doesn’t just disappear and not tell anyone, he couldn’t be bot fighting given he’d given it up, unless…

“Professor, have you seen any strange people lately on campus people you didn’t know about?” Kim then asked

Granville was a little more than surprised and took a moment to think when something came to mind. 

“Well I can’t say I’ve seen any strange people around the campus Miss Possible.” Professor Granville explained. 

“However I did overhear someone talking to my biotech student Karmi asking her to leave a message to Mr.Hamada, said he was a robotics expert wanting to meet him.”

“Whats strange about that?” Kim asked. “I wasn’t notified by any visiting robotics experts to the campus its university policy.” Granville then explained.

“I see are there any security cameras in the robotics lab if so I’d like to have a look at the footage.” Kim then requested. 

“Well normally I wouldn’t allow someone access to the security footage.” Granville said “however if one of my students maybe missing I can make an exception for his safety.” 

Professor Granville makes a few types on her computer and brings up the security footage from the robotics lab and shows todays log. They look through the footage and sees two figures leaving the lab with Hiro and Baymax in hand Kim recognises the two figures almost instantly. 

“Oh no!” Kim breathed. “They’re kidnapping him.” Professor Granville said in slight horror then turns to Kim. 

“You better find Mr. Fredrickson and the others Miss Possible.” She then suggested much to Kims surprise. 

“Wait Fred why do him and the others need to know?” Kim asked while trying to keep their secret. 

“Well so you can find Mr.Hamada of course after all if these people took him for a reason you’ll need the remainder of Big Hero 6 to help you and Mr.Stoppable.” Granville then said. 

This surprised Kim even more she wasn’t expecting the dean of the university to know who Big Hero 6 were much to her surprise, but the how would have to wait. 

Later everyone met at Hiro’s Garage and Kim explained her recent discovery minus another recent thing. 

“So Drakken and Shego have Hiro!” Honey Lemon said in concern. 

“But why? why take him to start with?” Ron asked. “Best guess Drakken must need him for something and I bet after our little trip to the Bot Fights, Yama must have told him about Hiro as payback.” Kim deduced. 

“Like he’d ever help Drakken.” Wasabi then said. 

“What if Drakken threatens Hiro with Baymax to make him work it’s a classic move in the comics threaten what the hero loves most and he’ll comply.” Fred then pointed out. 

“That actually makes a lot of sense.” Gogo said. 

Kim then pulls out the Kimmunicator to call Wade. “Wade are you there.

“Yeah Kim I’m here no leads on Drakken yet.” Wade relayed. 

“Drakken and Shego’s taken Hiro and Baymax we need to find them fast.” Kim then explained. 

“How we don’t have Baymax?” Wasabi said. 

“Well I’ll see if I…” Just then the feed to Wade started to cut out and the screen glitched. 

“Wade are you there, Wade?” Kim said but the screen just went black and was replaced by a certain red devil avatar. 

“Greetings Miss Possible, Greetings Big Hero 6” A voice then sounded from the Kimmunicator and the rest of BH6 recognised that voice all too well. 

“Wait who is this?” Kim demanded “And how’d you hack this frequency?” 

“Oh we’ve never officially met but I’m sure the heroes that your with know all too well.” Said the voice.

“Its Obake!” Gogo glared. “Obake?” Ron asked and Rufus just shrugged not knowing who that was. 

“Oh he’s basically our arch foe who we’ve been trying to stop for months its on the conspiracy board over there.” Fred explained and point to a board with various images and pins of Obake’s avatar with push pins and thread linking different images to him such as a painting done by Linor Shimamoto and various other things. 

“You know for someone who can do anything it seems you’ve hit a road block finding where your enemy’s hide.” Obake said. 

“I don’t know who you are but if your not going anywhere with this then I’m…” “I’m only saying maybe you need a way to ‘chip’ a way to find what you seek.” Obake said interrupting Kim. 

“Farewell for now.” then the Kimmunicator screen goes back to normal. “Okay that was weird.” Kim said a little creeped out. 

“Kim!” Wade then called in. “Wade what happened?” Kim asked. 

“Someone hacked into my system then into the Kimmunicator transmission frequency.” Wade explained. 

“What I thought the Kimmunicator was hack proof?” Ron asked. “Yeah?” Rufus asked.

“It is whoever this Obake guy is he’s good he didn’t even leave a trace for me to follow.” Wade then explained. 

“Yeah he’s as good as they come.” Wasabi said. “Okay 411 me on this guy later right now we need to find Hiro.” Kim then decided. 

“Again how without Baymax we can’t scan for him.” Honey Lemon then reminded. 

Kim took a moment to think, they couldn’t find Hiro since they didn’t have Baymax’s super sensor and Wade couldn’t find any leads on Drakken’s lair, she knew interrogating Yama wouldn’t do much good as he probably wouldn’t crack. Then something rang in her she remembered what Obake said ‘chip’ in then she realised something. 

“Wait.” Kim said getting everyones attention. “Wade is it possible for you to track Baymax via the data chips in him?” She then asked.

“Its possible but I’d need said data from the chips in order to track the chip.” Wade said.

Kim realised that they would need a copy of the data and she turned to the others. 

“Guys Tadashi built Baymax right?, if so would he have back up files of Baymax’s health care matrix if he lost the chip?” She then asked the rest of the team. 

“Yeah they may still be on his computer in his old lab.” Gogo deduced. 

Drakken’s Lair: Location Unknown:

In Drakkens lair the Destructo Yama’s head was open and Hiro was working on its cyber circuitry and was being watched by Shego to make sure he didn’t try anything. 

Drakken meanwhile was busy making a copy of the data found on Baymax’s KP chip and transferring the data to the Destructo Yama’s CPU. 

“You know for a mad scientist this is pretty impressive work.” Hiro then said for the sake of conversation. 

“Why thank you I do know how to build a robot.” Drakken replied to what he thought was a compliment but…

“I mean for a college reject.” Hiro then cracked. 

“Drop out thank you very much they let me in I let myself out!” Drakken then exclaimed. 

“Yeah just because you couldn’t make a robot date for a dance then later developed versions of said robots turned on you to become their own villains.” Hiro then said remembering some of the stories Kim told him. 

“Grr shut it brat!” Drakken said. Shego can’t you get him to go faster!?” He then said to his assistant. 

“Yeah yeah whatever.” She said reading her magazine. 

“Oh and by the way Shego I heard you used to be a superhero.” Hiro then said. 

“Ancient history kid.” Shego dismissed. “But heres what I don’t get, you were given incredible powers and use them for good to start with but now you use them to hurt people why?” Hiro asked the green villain who didn’t say anything. 

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with your brothers would it?” Hiro then said when suddenly a shot of green energy blasted past him and hit the ground. 

“If I were you kid I’d be careful what you say next.” Shego said with a death glare. 

“Okay okay but just out of curiosity where’d you get those energy enhancing gauntlets?” Hiro asked. 

“Stole them from Krei tech.” Shego said. “Doubt it no way Krei tech could produce things like that.” Hiro observed. 

“Okay since your not going to see the light of day, I got them from some creepy guy who called me out.” Shego explained. 

“He didn’t happen to have a glowing part of his face did he?” Hiro then asked. 

“Yeah whatever.” Shego brushed off which all but confirmed his theory about where Shego got the energy enhancers. 

“You done yet?” Drakken demanded. “Nearly, by the way where’s Baymax?” Hiro then demanded back. 

“Oh don’t worry about that walking balloon bot he’s safe promise.” Drakken said but secretly had his fingers crossed behind his back so Hiro couldn’t see it. 

Back at SFIT

In Hiro’s lab the team was looking for Tadashi’s data files for Baymax’s healthcare matrix hoping to find a way to track Baymax himself. 

Soon Gogo found a file on the computer marked Baymax, she opened it and found the data they needed. 

“Here it is.” Gogo said and Kim connects the Kimmunicator to the computer and downloads the data to Wade. 

On the other end Wade received the data and began using it. “Okay guys I’ve got the data.” Wade said as he set to work converting the data into something he could track when finally. 

“Kim I’ve converted the data to an update for your Kimmunicator tracking system.” Wade explained “I’m beginning a scan of the city for similar data.” 

Soon after short time they had something. “Got it they are at a warehouse on the west side of the city.” Wade relayed showing a map on the Kimmunicator.

“We know where that is, it’s where we first fought the Mad Jacks.” Fred explained. 

“But how do we get there?” Ron asked. “We’ll take my car.” Wasabi suggested showing his car keys only for Gogo to snatch them away. 

“I’m driving.” Gogo said. “Oh no no no I am  not letting you drive especially after last time!” Wasabi protested as he chased after her. 

“Last time?” Ron asked rather worried. “Its a long story.” Honey Lemon explained. “Well how bad could it be?” Ron asked to which Rufus nodded. 

In the car Ron was screaming his head off in Wasabi’s small grey car as he clung to Wasabi who was in the back with him, Rufus Honey Lemon and Fred (in his monster suit) whilst Kim (in her mission suit) was in the passenger seat Gogo was driving in her armour. The car sped through the streets like a racer possessed and the engine roared like a racing car down a track. Later at the warehouse The car pulled up to the warehouse then did a power slide as it stopped. 

Wasabi and Ron pushed each other to get out of the car first panting like crazy whilst Ron just threw up. Rufus was dizzy and couldn’t stand up straight. 

When Ron came around he looked to Wasabi. 

“Seriously where the heck did she learn to drive!” Ron exclaimed. 

“I’ve literally asked myself that very same question since the last time she drove my car!” Wasabi exclaimed. 

“Hey this is an emergency we didn’t have time for your safety checks.” Gogo pointed out as she got out the car with Kim and Honey Lemon. 

“Well look on the bright side at least the car didn’t end up in the bay this time.” Honey Lemon smiled trying to look on the bright side. 

“Okay crazy good driving aside let’s go.” Kim said getting on the mission. They arrived at the door to the warehouse and when Kim tried pulling on the door she found it was locked by a pad lock. 

“Locked.” Kim groaned. “No worries KP.” Ron said “Rufus your up.” Ron said and on cue Rufus emerged and crawled up to the pad lock and using his finger he’s picks the tumblers in the lock until, click. The padlock opens and Rufus squeaks triumphant. 

“Whoa?” Wasabi said impressed. “Yeah gross but handy.” Gogo said with a slight smirk. They then proceeded to enter the warehouse. 

They look around and see its a little condemned and but still in use given the amount of shipping containers stored there. Everyone looked around for any sign of their missing team mates but so far nothing, nothing but darkness.

It was rather quiet however the only thing that could be heard was Fred humming a song to himself in his suit. 

“Hmhmmhmhm, Freds Angels, hm,mmm, Freds Angels, m..mmm.” Fred hummed. 

“Fred zip it!” Gogo whispered. “Yeah keep your head in the game.” Kim agreed. 

They looked around the warehouse but they still couldn’t see any trace of their friends. 

“I don’t get it where’s Baymax?” Honey Lemon said. 

“Baymax!” Ron called then all of a sudden the door of the warehouse slammed shut surprising everyone in the room then a lone light shone in the room revealing a certain robot now in his red armour. 

“There he is!” Fred said as Ron went over to him. 

However when they looked at him he didn’t move an inch it looked like he was deactivated. 

“Baymax, buddy you okay?” Ron asked however there was no response. 

Looking at the scene Gogo could see something wasn’t right about this situation. 

“Hold on, somethings not right here.” Gogo said in caution. 

“Yeah guys my super hero senses are tingling.” Fredzilla said. 

Ron looked closer at Baymax then suddenly his eyes lit up in red. Before Ron could react Baymax smacked Ron to the side with his fist and into a container. 

“Ron!” Kim exclaimed Baymax then raised his left fist and fired his rocket fist at the rest of the group!

“Get down!” Gogo said tackling Kim to the ground to avoid the rocket fist which then returned to Baymax who began to approach the group with his rocket boots and tries to crush them. The team quickly move aside to avoid the impact from his fist Honey Lemon was slow to recover and saw Baymax aiming his rocket fist at her however. 

Acting quickly Gogo jumped on Baymax’s arm and directed the fist to the roof. 

“Baymax stop its us your..” Gogo tried but Baymax just swatted her away and across the floor and his right fist returned to him as he turned his attention to her. From his point of view a targeting grid was locked on Gogo with a list of targets including the rest of the team, Kim and Ron. 

Baymax readied his fist to fire at Gogo. 

“Fred we gotta do something!” Wasabi exclaimed and the two quickly jumped onto the robots back trying to pull him away from Gogo which does work and Baymax tries to pull them off his back. Kim hurries over to Gogo to help her up. 

“Gogo what’s wrong with Baymax why is he attacking us?!” Kim asked. 

“This has happened before when Hiro removed his healthcare chip to attack Callaghan.” Gogo explained. 

“Wait what?” Kim exclaimed in shock. “Look he was angry about Tadashi but right now we need to snap Baymax out of this!” Gogo then said in a serious tone.

Kim nodded and turned to her Kimmunicator. 

“Wade Baymax is attacking us we think somethings causing him to do this!” Kim said. “I need you to scan him.” 

“On it Kim!” Wade said and Kim held up her Kimmunicator and a beam of light emerged from the top above the screen and it scanned Baymax whilst Wasabi and Fredzilla tried to hold him back. 

The scanning light retracted back into the Kimmunicator giving Wade the data. In analysing the scan from his computer he could see there was something in Baymax’s data port. 

“Kim there’s a chip inside Baymax causing him to lash out and it’s programming him to attack you, and the team.” Wade explained. 

“Can you hack it and reboot Baymax somehow?” Gogo asked. 

“No go, it’s preventing me from hacking in your going to have to remove it manually.” Wade explained. 

“Oh that’ll be easy.” Kim said sarcastically. Baymax grabbed Fred by his suit tail and threw him away into a wall and then slammed Wasabi into a nearby wall with his right fist forcing him to let go. 

“Guys there’s a chip inside Baymax we’ve gotta try and remove it!” Kim exclaimed and so Honey Lemon helped Ron up and Fred gets back up as does Wasabi. 

“Everyone surround him we need to restrain him on all sides.!” Gogo relayed as she began skating on her mag lev skates getting Baymax’s attention whilst Wasabi jumps on his back and tries to reach his access port in his chest but Baymax just grabs Wasabi by the head and tosses him into Gogo. Honey Lemon throws some chem balls from her purse aiming at her legs.

The impact created ice goop around Baymax’s legs restricting his movement so he couldn’t move. 

“Fred now!” Honey Lemon exclaimed and Fred moves quickly performing a super jump and landing on Baymax back and reaches for his access port however Baymax grabs Fred by his suit collar and tosses him away into a container knocking off the top half of his suit. 

Baymax fires up his jet boots and breaks free from the goop then fires his left rocket fist which crashes into the ground near Honey Lemon and the force of impact sends her flying. 

“I’m coming!” Ron exclaimed and quickly caught Honey Lemon in his arms but the force sent him crashing into some crates rendering them unconscious. 

Before Baymax can finish them off wrapping round his rocket fist was a cable which was trying to pull Baymax back. He turned to see Kim with her grappling hair dryer trying to use the cable to pull Baymax back. 

“Thats enough Baymax!” Kim exclaimed but Baymax’s eyes glowed even brighter and then pulled the cable towards him yanking Kim forwards and Baymax readied his right-hand  rocket fist but acting quickly the red head teen quickly planted her hands on his arm and flipped over him. She landed on the ground only for Baymax to fire his right hand rocket fist towards Kim who quickly backflips out of the way to avoid it she then runs and leaps onto Baymax’s shoulders using on of her cheer routines. 

She tries to reach for his access port however Baymax grabs her by the arm and tosses her into the front wall leaving a crack in the wall. She falls to the ground groaning in pain. 

“Kim!” Wasabi called as he Fred and Gogo hurry to help Kim by trying to hold Baymax back as he tries to approach her. 

In the stack of destroyed crates Rufus emerges from the unconscious Rons pocket and saw what was happening he could see the rest of BH6 trying to stop Baymax only for him to whack and toss them away from him. He was horrified when he saw what the red robot was going to do so he quickly scurried over to him and climbed up his leg and Baymax hadn’t yet noticed. 

As Kim was coming around groaning she saw Baymax raised his arms and was getting ready to crush her. Kim looked in horror and she couldn’t move away, for the first time in her life and career she felt very afraid. However before Baymax could deliver the finishing blow, Rufus reached for the access port opened it and quickly pulled on a blue coloured chip on the right from his superhero chip, until finally he pulled it out and fell on the ground. 

With the chip removed Baymax’s eyes turned from raging red to their normal Black circles and he began to lower his fists and from his POV his normal settings were restored and could see Kim looking at him a little scared and relieved whilst everyone else was recovering from the beating they received by his hand. Wasabi helped Fred to his feet whilst Honey lemon was supporting Ron while Gogo slowly got back up on her feet. 

Baymax blinked if he had a face he would’ve been horrified. 

“My healthcare protocol has been violated.” He finally said as he waddled over to Kim and helped her back up on her feet as she pulled away. 

“I regret any distress I might have caused.” Baymax apologised. 

Rufus breathed a sigh of relief the panic was over as Honey Lemon picked him up with her hand. 

“Nice work Rufus.” She said stroking him. “You okay KP?” Fred asked. 

“Yeah I’m fine a little bruised but okay.” Kim said. Rufus then handed Honey lemon the chip he pulled out of Baymax. 

“Kim.” Honey Lemon said handing her the chip and upon close examination she noticed a small symbol of Drakken’s face which she recognised from a certain shampoo he once used. 

“Drakken!” She said crushing the chip in her hand in anger. 

“He must’ve placed this into Baymax left him here so we could find him and let him destroy us.” She deduced. 

This left everyone in surprised how could someone go this low to have a robot built to help people try and destroy them so they wouldn’t get in the way. 

“Okay, that’s just crossing more than a few lines.” Wasabi said. 

“Seriously, what’s this guys deal?” Gogo said a little angered. 

“Uh newsflash Gogo, hes a bad man!” Ron said simply. 

“Alright enough games, now it’s getting personal.” Kim said before turning to Baymax.

“Baymax, find Hiro” She said and Baymax started scanning however there was a problem. 

“My enhanced sensor has been disabled.” Baymax relayed. 

“How much you willing to bet Drakken disabled it knowing that’s how we would track him.” Fred deduced. 

“And the only person who could get it up and running again is being held captive by him.” Honey Lemon said. 

“Come on Wade can get it up and running right?” Ron wondered. “Wades good but not at this kind of robotics.” Kim said and then had an idea but it meant taking a risk.

“But don’t worry, I know someone who can help.” Kim then decided. “but it’ll mean doing something you guys might not like.” 

This had gotten the team rather worried what wouldn’t they like and who exactly is it that could help them with Baymax’s sensor who just blinked in response. 

Later  that late afternoon back at Hiro’s Garage behind the Lucky Cat, Kim was waiting for someone to show up. Soon she heard footsteps approaching and she saw it was her parents James and Ann with Jim and Tim in tow. 

“You made it.” Kim said in relief. “Kimmie cub we got your message but why the sudden urgency?” James asked. 

“Well, some friends of mine need help and well, just promise you won’t judge or freak out.” Kim said which brought about confusion amongst James and his wife why would they judge or freak out while Jim and Tim had a good idea of where this was going. 

So they followed Kim into the garage and were rather surprised by what or rather who they saw. It was five of Big Hero 6 standing in Hiro’s Garage as Honey Lemon waved awkwardly Wasabi was a little worried whilst Gogo kept a mutual expression as for Fred inside his suit he too was a little worried. 

“Hello.” Baymax greeted with a wave. 

“Wait aren’t they?” Ann asked. “Yeah Mom, dad meet Big Hero 6 or at least five of them.” Kim introduced. 

“Kimmie your going to have to explain this to us?” James then said. 

“Well, the thing is Drakken and Shego are in the city and these guys have been tracking them too so after our second encounter we decided to work together, so I trained them to fight better but now their leader has been captured and now we need help.” Kim then breathed after spitting out that large story. 

“Hm fair enough.” James said but whilst Kim was explaining everything Ann was looking rather closely at the red armoured robot and noticed something familiar about his eyes.

“W, wait a second…” Ann took a closer look and then she remembered where she’d seen those eyes before. 

“Is that Baymax?!” Ann said rather surprised. “Baymax?” James said as he took a look. 

“Wait why is he wearing carbon fibre armour?” James then asked. “I also know karate.” Baymax said by moving his hands in a karate fashion. 

The two looked to their daughter for an explanation. “Well that brings us to the next explanation.” Kim then said and turned to the rest of the team. 

“Guys go ahead.” Kim then said and so the team took a deep breath and one by one unmasked themselves, first was Wasabi, followed by Gogo, then Honey Lemon, Fred and finally Baymax. 

The Possibles looked to the faces of the five heroes and instantly recognised them. 

“Hey aren’t you those classmates Hiro always hangs out with?” James observed which then connected more dots in this puzzle. 

“Wait is Hiro part of this too?” Ann asked. “Well technically he started this, or rather his brother did.” Ron explained. 

This had gotten the Possibles even more confused until Baymax weighed in. 

“After Tadashi perished in the fire caused by Professor Callaghan AKA Yokai  Hiro wanted to catch him to improve his emotional state which lead to Wasabi, Honey Lemon, Gogo and Fred helping him, after this we decided to form Big Hero 6 as a way of honouring Tadashi’s legacy.” Baymax explained. 

“Tadashi’s work has become Hiro’s work.” He then added. 

“And right now Drakken has him and forcing him to finish his latest creation but we can’t find him as Drakken disabled the super sensor Hiro added to Baymax and we need help to get it up and running again.” Gogo explained. 

“So Dad we need you and the Tweebs to help Wade fix the sensor so we can track them down.” Kim then explained. 

“Please will you help us?” Honey Lemon said. 

There was a minute of silence for a moment but then. 

“Okay lets get to work.” James then said which more than surprised BH6 to say the least. 

“Wait just like that?” Wasabi said in surprise. “Yeah no lecture on how we shouldn’t be doing this?” Honey Lemon said. 

“Well I’m not one to judge but if my daughter supports this then so do we.” James explained. 

“Don’t worry your secrets safe with us.” Ann said then her phone sounds off and its Aunt Cass. “I’ll deal with Cass you all get to work.” Ann said as she took the call outside and so the crew set to work. 

Using the data on Hiro’s computer and from coordination from Wade James used the computer data and tools in the garage to fix the sensor and Jim passed him the tools needed, whilst Tim was looking at another set of armour for the team that was silver which he thought lacked colour. 

Soon the sensor was finished and so James placed it back onto Baymax’s head. 

“Okay Baymax is it working?” James asked and Baymax turned his head to test the sensor, he looks back to James. 

“My sensor is operational.” Baymax said “Kimmy it's working.” James called and she came over. 

“Great Baymax find Hiro.” she then said and so Baymax stood up and used his sensor to scan for Hiro and then from his eyes created a holo map of his location. 

“I have located Hiro.” Baymax said and the holo map showed a marker of Hiro’s face on an island a distance away from San Fransokyo. This was an island that the team recognised all too well. 

“You have got to be kidding me.” Gogo said deadpanned. “Not there again.” Wasabi said. “Why what’s bad about there?” Tim asked. 

“Its basically an abandoned Krei Tech facility where they were developing portal technology, it was called Project Silent Sparrow.” Honey Lemon explained. 

“Silent Sparrow, I heard that mentioned somewhere from some old contacts of mine but never thought they’d do it.” James remembered. 

“Well they did and long story short it nearly blew up the city when Yokai used it to attack Krei tech.” Fred said. 

“Alright we know where Hiro is let’s roll!” Kim declares. 

Mean while at Drakken’s Lair:

Meanwhile Hiro had finished applying the finishing touches to the Destructo Yama and closed a panel indicating he was finished. 

“Well is it done?” Drakken asked. Hiro climbed down the ladder and faced Drakken and Shego with several henchmen standing behind them clad in red and black suits wearing black visors. 

“Yeah it’s done, now let me and Baymax go.” Hiro then demanded. 

“Ah yes about that, I’m afraid I can’t let loose ends go.” Drakken said as he singled his henchmen to grab Hiro which they did. 

“WHAT!” Hiro said as he struggled to break free. 

“If I did let you go you’d just warn Kim Possible and I’m not letting her foil my plans this time.” Drakken said. 

“Your going to regret this when my friends come for me…” “HA, they’d have to find us to do that and without balloon bot they won’t be able to find us.” Drakken interrupted Hiro. Hiro just looked round his surroundings and instantly recognised the frame work. 

“Its the Krei Tech Silent Sparrow test site isn’t it?” He said with a bored raised eyebrow. 

“WHA, HOW DID YOU?!” Drakken exclaimed. “Dude I’ve been here before.” Hiro said with a smirk. 

“Yeah well we won’t have to worry about Kimmie showing her face here your so called friend has probably seen to that by now.” Shego then pointed out. 

“What are you talking about?” Hiro asked rather serious. 

“Oh let’s just say the doctor gave him a little personality adjustment.” Drakken smiled evilly giving Hiro the impression that he did something to his friends. 

“No you said no harm would come to him!” Hiro exclaimed. 

“Newsflash kid, I’m a bad man.” Drakken then smirked and motioned for his Henchmen to take Hiro away who was kicking and screaming. 

Meanwhile Drakken looked at his creation with pride but then began to wonder should the new found potential of this robot be wasted by a city crime boss or could it do something more. 

In the hallway of the facility two of the henchmen escorted Hiro towards a cell. Hiro knew he couldn’t allow himself to be detained so he devised a plan. 

“GAH!” Hiro cried as he dropped down to the ground in pain. “Get up kid now!” Demanded one of the Henchmen.

Hiro slowly got up whilst smirking but then he quickly performed a leg swipe and tripped up  the henchman on his left. Suddenly the Henchman on his right tries to grab him but Hiro slips out of the way quickly and as the Henchman turned and ran towards him Hiro quickly leaped into the air over the henchman then tripped him up with a leg swipe knocking him to the ground and into an unconscious state. 

“Did I mention I know self defence and was trained by a cheerleader recently.” Hiro smirked as he straightened his hoodie. 

However his smugness was short lived as coming from the left in the hallway was a gang of henchmen who saw their comrades knocked out on the ground and saw the teenager who did it. 

“In Baymax’s words, Oh no.” Hiro grimaced. 

The henchmen began to approach Hiro with every intention to beat him up and carry him to a cell. All of a sudden the right wall exploded and a it catapulted everyone to the floor. Suddenly Hiro saw several coloured balls emerge from the smoke which then encased the henchmen in a blue and pink solid substance. 

Then emerging from the smoke was Gogo, Kim, Honey Lemon, Baymax, Fredzilla, Ron and Rufus standing in a superhero like pose. The moment was dashed when Wasabi started coughing as did Honey Lemon given the dust around them. 

“A little much wouldn’t you say?” Wasabi said. 

“Guys!” Hiro exclaimed in joy and he was even more happy to see a certain robot with them. “BAYMAX!” He said in joy as he jumped up and hugged him. 

“Hiro.” Baymax replied as he hugged him back. “Hiro, are you okay?” Honey Lemon said enveloping him in a hug. 

“You guys came.” Hiro said as he looked to Kim and Ron. 

“Hey we super heroes gotta stick together.” Ron said giving Hiro a fist bump to which he accepted. 

“Hiro where’s Drakken?” Kim then asked. “He’s down there Yamas on his way to get the Destructo Yama which he forced me to finish we gotta stop him!” Hiro said. 

“Well then, you’ll be needing this.” Kim said pulling off her  back pack and revealing its contents to be Hiro’s gear seeing this put a confident smile on his face. 

Back in the main Lab, Yama had just arrived on site to inspect his robot looking it over to make sure it was the specs he wanted. 

“Hmm and your sure Hamada corrected all the issues.” Yama asked suspiciously. 

“Absolutely he took very little convincing threatened what he loved most and he ignored his better instincts.” Drakken then gloated. 

“Hm classic move.” Yama said “Well you’ve delivered now as we agreed I’m gonna use this thing to level the competition in this city and all the crime bosses will answer to me!” Yama then gloated with pride knowing he now had the edge he needed to work his way to the top and also satisfy another associate of his. 

“Uh yes Yama, well there’s a slight change in plans.” Drakken then pointed out which caught Yamas attention. 

“What?” Yama said. “You see, I’m keeping the Destructo Yama.” Drakken then said smirking. 

“WHAT! YOU DARE DOUBLE CROSS ME WE HAD A DEAL!” Yama shouted in anger. 

“Yeah well deals changed you think I’m going to let you use something that can easily conquer the world just to satisfy your needs to be the biggest crime boss in the city well think again I built it I use it to take over the world!” Drakken gloated. 

“NOONE SWINDLES YAMA!” Yama said as he marched over cracking his knuckles intending to hurt Drakken however he was suddenly stopped by Destructo Yama as it picked him up by his shirt collar.

“Put me down you tin can!” Yama exclaimed but the robot didn’t comply. 

“Oh ho please did you forget it only takes orders from the one wearing this.” Drakken said pointing to the bracelet on his right wrist. 

“Destructo Yama please evict Mr.Yama from my lair at once!” Drakken ordered and the robot just launched Yama into the air sending him crashing through the roof out of the building and landed in the bay. 

“Ha now who’s not a big time supervillain!” Drakken gloated. 

“Now with this I shall conquer the world, and better yet that little squirt made it all possible. That’s the thing with genius it’s easy to manipulate and coheres.” Drakken gloated but was then met by two familiar faces and he already squeaked in fear as they clanged their fists. 

It was Hiro armoured alongside Kim with the rest of Big Hero 6 in tow. 

“Your right about one thing Drakken, being a young genius can be tough.” Hiro said “But you know what’s easy?” Kim then asked. 

“This!” They said in unison and both punched Drakken right in the face sending him flying back to the ground. 

“WHAT HOW DID YOU ESCAPE MY PLAN TO ELIMINATE YOU!” Drakken exclaimed. 

“Easy team work.” Wasabi said with pride. 

“Hm impressive.” Drakken said “but so is this!” Drakken pressed the green button on his belt and that activated a force barrier in front of the heroes cutting them off from the other room. When Wasabi and Gogo tried to cut through using their plasma blades and mag lev disks it had no effect. 

“Oh please you think I wouldn’t take precautions!” Drakken said “I found this among some of the old Krei junk in here and you can’t break through it why? Because the off switch is….ALL THE WAY UP THERE!” Drakken pointed out a small red switch on the wall opposite. 

“Okay why would you tell us where the off switch is seems kinda dumb?” asked a deadpanned Gogo. 

“I know right!” Shego agreed “Finally someone gets it!” 

“Zip it Shego!” Drakken said. 

“Now you can witness my plan come to foliation!” Drakken exclaimed “Now with the Destructo…” “Hold on your blabbing out your evil plan?” Wasabi questioned. 

“Uh yeah its standard super villain procedure.” Fredzilla pointed out. “Yeah they actually fill in some blanks.” Ron added. 

“Ahem would the trapees please listen to the uh, trapper please!” Drakken interrupts. 

“Now with the Destructo Yama I shall finally conquer the world and I have you and Kim Possible to thank Mr. Hamada!” Drakken then explained. 

“What?” Kim asked “Well let’s just say that training of yours has proved quite useful to me.” Drakken waved around the ‘KP’ Chip Hiro made for Baymax. 

“No!” Hiro breathed in horror.. “Yes a robot programmed with data from Kim Possible that’s better than I could have hoped for I guess your not as brilliant as you think.” Drakken gloated right in Hiro’s face.

“He’s brilliant enough to use his gift to help people.” Kim then defended Hiro. “Just as his brother was smart enough to build Baymax to fulfil that dream, which he still works to carry out today. Thats what you don’t get ‘Drew’ it’s not the brilliance it’s how you use it!” Kim then said which did put a smile on Hiro face. 

“Yeah and we may just be smart enough to have an ace up our sleeves!” Fredzilla pointed out. 

“What ace lizard boy?” Drakken asked. Just then without warning something busted through the wall on Drakken’s side of the shield and the smoke cleared to reveal a small round robot wearing armour similar to Baymax’s except it was blue and Persian blue and the visor revealed similar eyes to Baymax only his were blue. 

“Have no fear Mini Max is here!” Mini Max declared in a super hero way. 

However all Drakken and Shego could do was laugh out loud with Drakken clutching his stomach. 

“What that, that’s your ace a pint size robot!” Shego laughed. 

However just then Mini Max flew forward and punched Shego in the face and then kicked Drakken in the face and took back the KP chip then flies up to the off switch and presses it deactivating the shield. 

“MINI MAXIMUM HEROICS!” Minimax proclaimed as he landed on Freds arm. 

“Booyah Mini Max!” Ron said and Hiro took back the KP chip and inserted it back into Baymax. 

“Okay guys lets take them down together!” Hiro declared and so the team leaped into action. 

“DESTRUCTO YAMA ATTACK!” Drakken exclaimed and the Destructo Yama responded by charging forwards with blades swinging. The team scatters in different directions and attack from all sides. Gogo attacks first with her mag lev discs to skate along and throws her arm discs to slice at the robot but it deflects the disks then forms blasts from its hands and tries to blast Gogo with them but she is quick to avoid them. Wasabi then tries and leaps in using his plasma blades to try and cut into the robot however it activates a laser blaster on its back and fires at him Wasabi uses his blades as a shield to hold back the blast but it didn’t stop him from falling off the robots back. Thankfully he landed in a soft pink ball compliments of Honey Lemon. 

“Man this robots tough!” Wasabi said. 

Fredzilla then jumps in and unleashes his fire blast from his mouth however it didn’t seem to affect the robots outer shell. 

“WHA?” Fredzilla said in surprise. The robot then blasts Fredzilla into a wall with his right arm cannon just then Baymax flies in and fires his rocket fist at the robot however the Destructo Yama just back flips out of the way using its advanced servos and then leaps in the air and punches Baymax to the ground knocking Hiro off his back. 

“Whoooaa!” Hiro yells thankfully before he hits the ground Kim swings in with her rocket skates and grabs Hiro bridal style before he hits the ground. 

“Nice catch!” Hiro said “Your welcome.” Kim said as they skated to the side. 

“This robot isn’t gonna be easy to take down!” Kim said. “Yeah so how do we beat a robot that fights like you?!” Ron asked hastily. 

“We’ve got to get that controller on Drakkens wrist it should stop the robot!” Kim said. 

“You handle that Kim we’ve got the Destructo Yama!” Hiro suggested and Kim nodded as she and Ron headed after Drakken. 

(Music starts: Born Ready Dove Cameron.) 

Big Hero 6 regrouped around Hiro and faced their opponent Destructo Yama. 

“So what’s the plan?” Gogo asked. “Yeah how do we fight something that learns and fights like Kim?” Wasabi then added. 

“Yeah but remember we’ve trained with Kim, she’s taught us how she fights so we have an advantage so we attack quick and at the same time so it can’t scan all of us!” Hiro strategised. 

“So hit and run combo attacks got it!” Fredzilla said. 

“I’m game.” Honey Lemon said. 

The team then charges forwards with Hiro on Baymax’s back the Destructo Yama fires missiles from its shoulder blasters and the group quickly avoid them and as Wasabi runs Gogo skates along side. 

“Lets sling shot this thing!” Gogo said. “Right.” Wasabi agreed and grabbed Gogo’s hand and zoomed in a circle really fast before throwing wasabi forwards who formed his plasma blades and slashed at the robots shoulders slicing off the missile launchers. The robot turns and tries to slash at him however just then. 

“SUPER JUMP!” Fredzilla exclaimed as he leaped into the air and then rolled into a ball whilst breathing fire hitting the robot in the arm slightly denting the armour on its right arm. 

Meanwhile Drakken watches the battle from afar. “Oh this is getting good!” He said excitedly 

“Hold it Drakken!” said a voice and Drakken turned to see Kim and Ron heading towards him. 

“SHEGO!” Drakken called and on cue Shego lands in front of the two heroes. 

“Going somewhere princess.” Shego teased. Kim just ran towards her and attacked throwing some punches but Shego avoids them and uses her enhanced abilities to attack forming her plasma energy to form a blade to slice at Kim which she quickly ducks to avoid the slices. Ron quickly slips past and goes after Drakken. 

“Hand over the remote control thing Drakken!” Ron demanded. “Why don’t you try and take it side kick!” Drakken challenged. 

Ron just leaped at Drakken to try and take the control bracelet. However Drakken just moves out of the way to avoid Ron who quickly turns around to tackle him to the ground. 

The Destructo Yama fires lasers at Gogo who quickly avoids them on her skates whilst Honey Lemon uses her Chem balls to make a bouncy stair case of pink goop to jump over the robot and fires from her purse a number of blue chemballs which on impact with the robots arms ice up the blasters. 

Honey Lemon lands on the ground next to Gogo. 

“Sling shot punch?” Honey Lemon asked. “You know it!” Gogo smirked and so Honey used produced two orange chemballs from her purse and claps them together then launches them at the walls on the right and left. Gogo skates far away then launches forward but then the Destructo Yama blasts off the ice from its blasters and tries to shoot Gogo however Baymax’s rocket fist flies in and punches it back which returns to Baymax and the Destructo Yama focuses on him. 

This buys Gogo the time she needs and so runs straight into Honey’s slingshot keeps pushing back until finally she turns round and launches from the sling shot propelling her forwards and readied her arm discs then as she pulled a fist back she slices off the robots right arm with one shot and lands skidding on the other side. 

“Spankin!” Gogo smirked. “He’s all yours Baymax!” 

“Thank you Gogo.” Baymax said flying at full speed then lands a punch in the Destructo Yama’s chest to then get punched away by the robot. However what the robot didn’t see was Hiro who quickly jumped onto the robots back. 

“This looks important!” Hiro smirked and using the magnet in his glove pulls off a panel and then yanks out some wiring generating sparks from the bots back and suddenly it’s eyes go black.

Hiro acts quickly and leaps off its back and Honey Lemon quickly launches a pink chem ball from her purse which hits the ground creating a soft cushion for Hiro to land on. 

Things were heating up in the fight between Kim and Shego. The green villain put her fists together and fired a massive blast of energy at Kim who quickly back flips away to avoid it but the next blast sent a shock wave that knocked Kim back and landed on her back. Shego leaps up and tries to crush her with her foot. 

Kim quickly flips back up and throws a round house kick to push her back only for Shego to ready a plasma blade with deadly intent. 

“KIM!” Called a voice and Kim turned to see Gogo toss her one of her gauntlets with a mag lev disk attached and as Shego leaped forwards you strike her. The blade was blocked by the mag lev disk as Kim had just managed to slip the gauntlet onto her left wrist. 

She pushes Shego away then proceeds to throw the disk at Shego but misses. 

“Bad shot princess.” Shego smirked. “So not!” Kim said and then the disk came back around and hit Shego in the back of the head knocking her down to the ground and the disk returned to Kim. 

“Wow, I’ve so gotta get one of these.” She said impressed. 

Ron was still trying to get the control bracelet off Drakken’s wrist but he just kicks him off him and Ron lands on his back. 

“Ha good try side kick but good only counts in....” Drakken looks to his wrist and sees its gone. “What!” He exclaims.

A whistle then gets his attention and he turns to see Rufus in his armour holding the bracelet smirking. 

“Why you little!” Drakken tries to grab Rufus however wings emerge from his back and he flies in the air to avoid Drakken grabbing him. 

“Give it back!” Drakken said trying to swat Rufus down. 

“Catch!” Rufus squeaked as he tossed the bracelet to someone Drakken tried to grab it only for a certain small blue robot to fly in and grab it. 

“Mini Maximum touch down!” Mini max said as he then threw the bracelet to the ground destroying it. 

“Oh yeah wait a go Rufus and Mini Max!” Ron cheered. 

“Excellent work naked companion.” Mini Max said hovering next to the armoured mole rat.

“Boyah!” Rufus said then offering Mini Max a fist bump which he accepted. 

“Ba-la-la-la-la-la!” The two said. 

However their joy was short lived as the Destructo Yama was still fighting Big Hero 6 even with the control bracelet destroyed. 

“Uh that shouldn’t be happening!” Ron said as Kim looked and could see what was happening she hurried into the battle ground near where Hiro had just avoided a blast from the robots remaining arm. 

“The remotes gone but the robots still kicking!” Kim exclaimed to the young genius. “It must be on systemised commands meaning it’s carrying out the last order it received.” Hiro theorised. 

“Meaning we’ve gotta stop it now.” Kim suggested. “My thoughts exactly.” Hiro said and looked to Baymax. 

“Baymax, Overdrive Mode!” Hiro ordered and so Baymax begins transforming. The Destructo Yama sees Baymax and runs towards him only for a mag lev disc to hit him in the head and turns to see it was Kim who threw it. 

It directs its attack and speeds over to Kim throwing a saw blade with its remaining arm and tries to slice Kim which she’s able to avoid. 

She’s about to back flip again only for the robot to perform a roundhouse kick which kicks her to the ground. She forgot this robot was programmed with her skills and could learn from its opponents if locked down to one. 

The Destructo Yama hovered over her ready to attack but then. SLICE!

The Destructo Yama stood silently for a few seconds before it fell apart in two halves and went crashing to the ground. It then revealed Overdrive Baymax standing behind it retracting his energy sword revealing he was the one who sliced it in half. 

(Music ends)

“Nice Baymax!” Kim thanked as Baymax returned to his normal form. 

“I did a thing!” Baymax said rather drunk as she was low on power and lost his balance and fell over. 

Hiro and Ron ran over and helped Kim back on her feet she then looked to the young genius about what just happened. 

“Yeah overdrive mode puts a massive drain on the battery.” Hiro explained. 

Soon the rest of the team could hear slow clapping and turned to see Drakken standing there clapping and giving an evil smirk. 

“Oh yes yes very impressive.” Drakken said sarcastically. 

“You seem in a good mood for a guy who’s plan is down the drain.” Hiro smirked. 

However the smirk on Drakken’s face persisted something that Gogo noticed. 

“Let me guess you have a trick up your sleeve don’t you?” Gogo said not surprised. 

“Ohh you catch on quick.” Drakken said as he clicked his fingers the wall near the team opened to reveal a room full of Destructo Yama robots all identical to the one that was destroyed there was an army of them much to the teams horror. 

“Oh no.” Ron, Rufus and a drunk Baymax said in unison. 

Then from behind Drakken the floor opened and then rising from the hole was a much larger Destructo Yama, the only difference was a small compartment in its head was made for someone to pilot it. 

“Please as if I would build more than one.” Drakken then said as the robot picked him up and placed him in the cockpit. 

“Now watch as I take over the world starting with this very city! Come Shego!” Drakken announced evilly. 

Shego who had just regained consciousness jumped up to the robots cockpit to join Drakken at the controls. Then the feet of the Destructo Yamas roar into life with jets of fire and began to ascend and the other robots soon followed. 

Outside the roof of the abandoned facility on Akuma Island explodes and the Destructo Yama army erupts from the top like a swarm from its hive. In the cockpit of his Destructo Yama Drakken smirks evilly knowing this was the time to conquer. 

Back on the island the ground is covered in wreckage and rubble everything completely buried. Just then Rufus and Mini Max emerge from the rubble. They look around and can’t see their friends anywhere and Rufus squeaked in worry for Ron and Kim. 

“We must find our fellow Heroes” Mini Max suggested and they began looking around Mini Max looked from the air whilst Rufus scurried along the rubble suddenly he saw something move he scurried over and then saw a large pink dome emerge from the rubble Rufus looked in confusion as Mini Max landed next to him. Then when he touches it the pink goop starts cracking to then shatter only to reveal the eight heroes alive and safe.

“Everyone okay?” Kim asked as she stood up. “I’m good.” Gogo said “A.Okay!” Fred said as he lifted off the top his suit to reveal his head. 

“Oh I’m fine… on a scale of one to whoo you look filthy.” Baymax said rather drunkly as he looked to the rest of the team. 

“Whew nice thinking Honey Lemon.” Hiro breathed. “Yeah I’m still surprised that worked.” She replied just the Ron was greeted by his naked molerat companion who wasted no time hugging his face. 

“Rufus you okay buddy?” Ron asked. “Uh huh.” Rufus said with a smile. 

“Uh guys.” Hiro said getting their attention as they all looked up to see the army of robots flying towards San Fransokyo Bay. 

“We maybe okay but now the city isn’t.” Hiro said with a deeply worried voice. 

TO BE CONTINUED.

End of Chapter 6

Dun dun dun! Looks like an army of evil killer robots are bent on attacking San Fransokyo will Team Possible Hero 6 be able to stop them?! Find out next time on PH6. Now if you've noticed I’ve made a reference to BH6 (the movie) when Hiro removes the health care chip and turns Baymax into a killer robot and also some references to the live action KP movie like Drakken telling them where the off switch is, because when I heard him say that it just screamed classic Drakken. I must admit this chapter was rather hard to write given my mind was all over the place what with uni projects and all, but it all worked out in the end I’ll try and update soon there's just a few more chapters to go plus and epilogue. 

Until then TO THE POWER OF 6!

[prorevenge]

Sure I'll come back in!

Fast forward a month or two. For three days I was feeling like crap. I told myself I would tough it out and I'll feel better. On the third day half way through my shift I'm just feeling worse. I told my boss I wasn't feeling well and was going to the doctor. I didn't want to spread whatever I had around. I worked with food. He argued with me and told me I should just suck it up and keep working. I told him if I wasn't feeling better by lunch I was going to see a doctor. Lunch time rolls around and I've had enough. I shuffle to my boss and told him I really needed to go. He reluctantly said yes. I went to the doctor and we found out I had the flu. He suggested I stay home for the next couple of days and he would write me a doctors note. I came back to work doctors note in tow and was back at it and doing what I loved. My boss starts complaining about how his wife never puts out and how he should really sleep with one of the regular customers. A few months later busting my tail with no raise and working extra hours I ask my boss if I could take a half day on x date which was 3 months from then for a convention my wife and I are going to go on. He tells me it was ok. The day before my road trip I remind my boss about the half day I'll be working tomorrow. He then says it's ok. The day comes and I'm excited. I walk in and remind my boss again. Suddenly he asks, "Oh today is really (insert month and day)?" . To which I say "Yeah, today is my half-day" . My boss suddenly looks like he had remembered something and says "Oh crap it's my anniversary! Yeah sorry you can't take a half day. I have to leave early to get things for our anniversary". I'm fuming at this point and interject " I had asked you three months in advance and you approved it". He smugly then says "Yeah sorry but I really need to leave early today. You're just gonna have to stay back".

This was the straw that broke the camels back. I called my wife to tell her I wasn't leaving work early like we had planned three flipping months ago. I went through the rest of my day livid. My boss had left early with his shit eating grin and a pathetic "I'm sorry". We closed up the cafe and I'm in the back washing dishes,cleaning up,bringing stuff in from the salad bar. One of my lazy coworkers is still on the clock on her phone. She asked me why I didn't leave early and at this point I told her that he screwed me over and I was sick of his crap. Been nearly four years there and still no raise.I had never taken a day off if I didn't need to. I still had vacation days. I finish my stuff and go enjoy my weekend.

Monday rolls around and my boss calls me into the office. My coworker told him he had screwed me over and he was not happy. I told him it was the truth and an argument ensued. He yelled at me accusing me of being lazy the day it sleeted over and I couldn't even leave the town I lived in to get to work. Screamed that I was faking my doctors note. When I told him the number was on there and he is more than welcome to call them to verify he screamed louder. He refused to verify the note and called me arrogant because I would make such a forgery. He accused me of keying his car.Where he parked were a bunch of cctv cameras and I suggested he could look at the footage. Again he refused claiming I must've hacked the system because I knew how to work with computers. I calmly argued I was a damned good worker.Even giving up the time I could've gone home to help him out when he asked. What he said next was a slap in the face.He smugly says, "Well,that was your choice" .Obviously this conversation was going no where. I walked out of the office during lunch rush and went to clock out.I walked back in the office and calmly said "You know what? You're right. It is also a regretful choice to be leaving. I wish you all the best of luck.Thank you for the opportunity.I quit".

For the first time in a long time I didn't feel like ripping my hair out. I enjoyed working with my regular customers and missed being busy for a second. I didn't miss being stretched so thin and being taken advantage of. I turned off my work alarm that night and slept peacefully. It's 9 am and my phone starts ringing. What do you know?It's my ex-boss. I decided to answer it and humor him. He said, "I'm sorry I lost my cool yesterday. I've been having problems at home. I need you to come back. It's bbq day and you know how busy it is on those days. Can you come in please" . I was relishing the fact he needed me but there was no way I was going back. I smirked and sweetly agreed. I jumped on my computer with no intention of working for him again and enjoyed my time off. It is now 11:45 and my boss is blowing up my phone. I answered. He asks where I am and if I'm on my way. I give the most sadistic laugh and said "Oh, is x date x time? Yeah sorry I have to stay home and get things for my anniversary". Before I hit the end button I heard him shout "Fuuu...!" . From what I've heard my regulars don't come in anymore and he's lost all the new people that have come to take my place. Sorry so long. Thanks for reading.

TL:DR: boss took advantage of me and I got sick of it.

(source) story by (/u/CHAIFE671)

[twdeadlysins]

TS-19: Part One

Season one, episode six (1/2)

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 4,825

Warnings: Slow burn, mention of character death, mentions of abuse,  the usual walking dead violence, language, blood, possible typos, and such.

Author’s Note: I don’t own anything from The Walking Dead, so all credit goes to their respective owners. This is a twd series rewrite with the reader inserted into the mix. I did and will continue to use dialogue from the actual show because I want it to be similar to what you’ve already watched, but obviously have the reader in it.

Comments: I’m a little iffy on this part and I don’t exactly know why, but that’s the main reason why it took me so long to finally post it. Nonetheless, I hope you like it!

If you want to be (un)tagged for this series rewrite, don’t hesitate to send me an ask, message me, or leave a comment and I’ll add/remove  you. The same goes for any other fics! I’m in no way, shape, or form a writer. Any feedback is appreciated, but hate is a different story. Thank you and enjoy!

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

Catch up!

TWD Series Rewrite

The group and you were shockingly staring at the blinding light coming from inside of the C.D.C, the place that was thought to be abandoned or destroyed. This was a chance to finally be safe behind these walls from the dead and you weren’t about to pass on it even if the purpose of traveling here was pointless in your opinion.

“Y/N, Daryl, you two cover the back,” Shane instructed before he slowly entered the building with Rick leading. Once you and the hunter were inside, you surveyed the spacious area while still watching over your back for biters. The lobby was completely empty, but the hope you lost outside was now back, there had to be someone here.

Out of nowhere, a man handling a rifle came out of the shadows, making you hover your hand over your gun holster and tighten your grip on your machete. He looked tired, but well kept, telling you he had food and he even looked clean, god you hoped it was because of a shower because you could use one right about now.

“Anybody infected?” he questioned cautiously, cutting your observation short.  

“One of our group was, he didn’t make it,” Rick answered, making your eyes avert sadly to the ground, Jim didn’t deserve to meet that kind of fate. No one did.

“Why are you here? What do you want?” he asked, his voice slightly indicating he was nervous. You understood, he opened the doors unknown to who you all were and what your intentions were, for all he knew you could be lying.

“A chance,” Rick said.

The man wandered his eyes over everyone, inspecting you all before giving you all an answer to what you seeked most. You hoped he would take you all in, to you it wasn’t about a damn cure, you just wanted everyone to get away from the world. Not to act like how you were before this, but to just get a break and come up with a plan, staying here forever wasn’t an option.

“You all submit to a blood test, that’s the price of admission.” The request wasn’t asking much, and no one was infected, so he wouldn’t find anything alarming. So Rick agreed to it before the man lowered his weapon, “you got stuff to bring in, you do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed.”

You stood guard at the door making sure any walkers didn’t come in or get near anyone when they rushed to enter as they retrieved their belongings. After everyone got what they need, which wasn't much, you all piled into the elevator, a little squished as your back would skim a part of Daryl’s torso where his arm could be felt hanging behind you, and the warmth of his breath on the back of your head. It made you feel slightly uncomfortable considering it was an awkward position to be in, but you mainly felt uneasy because of him. It didn’t seem he was too keen on physical contact since you felt him tense every time your body touched his, but you couldn’t help it since the elevator was moving and Lori’s hair in your face wasn’t helping either.

The man commanded what he referred to as “VI” to seal the main entrance and to kill the power up above while you secretly studied him, trying to figure him out, but your concentration was interrupted when Rick introduced himself.

“Dr. Edwin Jenner,” the doctor said as Rick offered his hand, but he looked away without completing the gesture. He then joked on how everyone looked harmless when Daryl questioned his weaponry, but said he would have to keep an eye on Carl. It wasn’t a good joke, but it made Carl smile and seeing him happy made you happy.

The elevator came to a stop and dinged, a hallway coming into view as you stepped out, happy to have your personal bubble back. According to the doctor, you were all underground which didn’t bother you too much, but it would had been nice to have windows for the natural sunlight, being away from walkers was better though.

Jenner then led you to a dark spacious place known as Zone 5 and you learned that he was the only remaining staff at the center.  

You were now in another room about to get your blood drawn as you sat patiently in the chair waiting for the doctor to get his needle ready. You wandered your orbs over your shoulder looking at everyone and saw Sophia looking a bit uneasy as she watched the doctor preparing the needle.

“It’s okay,” you assured, her expression faltered as she realized you were talking to her, “it’s just a quick little pinch.”

Just as you said that, the needle went into your arm without warning, but you didn’t flinch or break eye contact with the little girl, just smiled hoping it helped with her fear. She averted her attention to the needle in your arm, drawing your blood, and slightly smiled looking back at you, feeling better.

“How’d you get those bruises?”

You jerked your head towards the doctor, “oh, um, couple of guys jumped us,” you apathetically said as you shrugged.

He reluctantly nodded at your response, “they’re healing up nicely,” he awkwardly muttered.

After Jenner was done, you slowly stood up, knowing if you got up too quickly, you would see stars. You haven’t ate in a while, the last time being just a granola bar and a sip of water, so when you joined the others, you were not surprised when your stomach grumbled, pleading for you to fill it. So when Jenner said you would have a feast, you were ready to trample over everyone.

The group was gathered around a round table besides you, Glenn, and Daryl as you leaned your backside against one the counters while Glenn sat on the other next to you. Daryl was across you at the other counters, the sight before you was something you had never seen since being in this new world. Happiness. The laughter that bubbled out of everyone was music to your ears, despite the death and the worries out there, you were together and that was what mattered. In this moment, you were safe and away from the world above, finally able to let your guard down and have fun.

You had already gobbled up your plate, so you were casually drinking your glass of wine as Dale hinted at giving Carl a little, but Lori being Lori refused until Rick encouraged it. Dale handed the boy a glass with barely an inch of wine in it while you slowly sipped your own with a smile, waiting for the reaction you anticipated. Once Carl took a tiny sip, he disgustedly pulled back saying “ew,” causing everyone to laugh.

“Not ya Glenn, I wanna see how red ya face can get,” Daryl joked, making everyone have another fit of laughter. The joy that filled the room was contagious, but seeing the archer like that was rare, foreign, it made you beam seeing him this way. He must’ve felt eyes on him because he scanned the room only to be met with yours, his expression shifted a bit as your smile widen. You both kept your orbs trained on each other until another wave of glee erupted, that was when he tore his gaze off of you, but you kept staring. That was until he peeked back over, but you looked away before he could bare witness.  

You wandered over everyone, secretly checking if anyone saw the interaction, but you paused when you saw the doctor not having fun. Rick must’ve noticed too because he tapped his fork against his glass, stating you all hadn’t thanked your host properly. The group cheered their thanks while you raised your glass with a tight smile before taking another swig, something was up with with him, you just didn’t know what. It could be because he was all alone and thought he was the only one left or maybe it was the ruckus you all were making, but wouldn’t someone be happy for that?

“So when are ya gonna tell us what the hell happened here, Doc? All the … the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened, where are they?” Shane questioned, cutting the celebration short as everyone got quiet at the mood killer of a topic.

“We’re celebrating, Shane, don’t need to do this now,” Rick warned.

“Whoa, wait a second,” he said, putting his hand up as if he was offended, “this is why we’re here, right? This was your move … supposed to find all the answers, instead we,” he paused and chuckled, “we found him. Found one man, why?”

You scoffed at his behavior and his stupid question earning an irritated and questioning look from Shane, “what do you think? The rest of the people left, didn’t want to stay here when the world turned to shit, wanted to be with their families or maybe they couldn’t face the world and opted out,” you trailed off before downing your glass.

“Is she right?” Andrea questioned, earning a grim nod from the doctor, “you didn’t leave, why?”

“I just kept working, hoping to do some good.”

You wanted to ask if he had family or why didn’t he give up, but you didn’t want anyone questioning you about that stuff or feed into Shane’s questions, so you decided to not say anything else and stared into your empty glass.

“Dude, you are such a buzzkill,” Glenn scoffed at Shane.

Soon after, you all finished your meal and recovered from that party pooper, so Jenner could show you where you’d be staying at. Most of the facility was powered down, including housing, but all you cared about was something to sleep on. When you were informed that there was hot water, a shower was the second thing you cared for. The thought of taking a shower never made you so elated until now, like they say, you don’t know how good you had it ‘till it’s gone.

You stripped your dirty clothes, turned on the faucet, and gradually stepped inside the thing you thought you would never be able to use again since the police station. Once the soothing warm water hit your skin, you grinned as bubbles of laughter escaped your throat, the feeling of all the blood, sweat, dirt, and grime now washed away down the drain. The sensation of your fingers massaging into your scalp as you shampooed your greasy locks made you moan, you couldn’t wait to get to your body.

After you forced yourself out of the shower, you climbed into a pair of tight fitting shorts that was just long enough to cover your bottom, but the baggy t-shirt you pulled over your head stopped at your mid thigh, giving you coverage. Even though going to sleep on a couch sounded great to you, you wanted to venture off and take advantage of not having to fight to survive, to enjoy life like before even if it was just for tonight.

You combed your fingers through your soaked hair while holding a bottle of whiskey in your other hand as you trudged down the hallway, seeking the one man you could have some fun with.

Speak of the devil, you thought, a smile tugged at his lips as he waved when he saw you.

“Hey, Glenn! Just the man I was looking for!” you beamed.

He chuckled with a questionable expression, so you waved the bottle in the air, wiggling your eyebrows and giggling once Glenn nodded in amusement. He brought you to the room where he was staying in and you both settled down on the couch, passing the bottle as you both played never have I ever.

“Never have I ever driven a black sports car,” Glenn slurred with a smirk, already handing you the bottle. He was already tipsy from dinner, so he was bound to be wasted sooner or later.

“Wow, I hate you,” you playfully rolled your eyes as you grinned, snatching the bottle and taking a gulp, the liquid no longer burning your throat after drinking so much, it coated it. You had a high tolerance for alcohol whereas Glenn was a lightweight, he was already starting to get drunk while you were just now getting buzzed.

“Okay, I think I’m going to keep this,” you said after Glenn tried to grab the bottle back, missing completely, making it difficult for you to contain your laughter.

“Ugh, fine,” he pouted, slumping as he laid the side of his head on the couch, “what do you wanna do nowwww?”

You smiled, tapping the bottle as you looked at it, thinking of what to do next. The thought of Daryl crossed your mind, wondering if you should go and visit him, but he probably wanted to be alone or already sick and tired of you up his ass. One thing you could do, get some information on him, and the person in front of you would have some possibly.

“Hey, Glenn,” you softly spoke as you eyed the bottle and rubbed it, “what do you know about Daryl?”

He shot his head up and groaned before rubbing his temple, “he has a brother, Merle, and he’s a pretty good hunter and-”

“Glenn, I know that,” you chuckled, “I… I mean what else do you know about him that I don’t?”

He furrowed his brows, trying to think in his drunken state, “I don’t really know, he is… he is a mystery. I think I heard him say he and Merle were just riding around for a long while before the-they showed up … the dead.”

“Yeah, he sure is a mystery,” you tailed off, disappointed that there was nothing that could help you understand him a bit better. What did you expect? To know everything there was about him? You wanted to get to know him, not because you loved mysteries, even though it played a minor factor, but you genuinely wanted to be his friend. The question was, would he let you?

Snoring brought you back to reality, Glenn was passed out with his mouth hanging open, making you shake your head and smile at the sight, he was definitely going to feel it in the morning. You made a mental note to get him some aspirin in the morning as you helped him lay on the couch, draping a blanket across his form before grabbing the liquor bottle to head out.

You snuck your way out the door, afraid to make a sound, and went to close the door. Once you softly, but swiftly shut the door, a gravelly cough made its way to your ears, making you lightly gasp and your eyes widen as it caught you off guard.

“Ya sleepin’ with that Chinaman?” he questioned, making you furrow your brows because you could’ve sworn you heard a hint of jealousy in his voice, but you dismissed it seeing it wasn’t possible, then again you could test your theory.

You turned around with a smile tugging at your lips, “you jealous?”

He faltered and replied with a quick and abrupt no, scoffing before brushing past you. You weren’t about to let him get away that easy, so you sped up, mimicking his pace as you continued to walk down the hallway.

“No”

“No, what?” he grunted without looking in your direction, finally reaching his room and yanking the door open with you entering, closing the door behind you.

“I’m not sleeping with Glenn, not my type,” you said, earning a hum from the archer who sat on the floor, his back against the couch while he chewed on his thumbnail.

“So what is ya type?” he asked as you situated yourself beside him, taking a swig from the bottle with a grin at his question.

“Don’t really know. Guess I don’t actually have a type, I’m interested who I’m interested in,” you shrugged, taking another gulp before offering it to Daryl who obliged and took a sip.

You sat in silence, passing the liquor around until you spoke what was on your mind, “do you… do you think there’s hope? I want to believe that there’s a cure or somehow we’ll survive, but I don’t think it’s possible.”

“I don’t know,” he softly rasped.

You grimly chuckled, downing more of the contents in the bottle, “I’m supposed to be dead,” you whispered.

Daryl stopped biting his thumbnail and stared at you, seeing tears surfacing as you bit your lip and bent your head back to prevent them from falling.

“I … I was on a camping trip with my aunt and uncle, they wanted me to get out since I love the outdoors … after Rick got shot right in front of me. One night I asked either one of them to get some crackers for smores since I forgot them in my tent, so my aunt volunteered,” you paused and sighed feeling a single tear run down your cheek, “then we heard a scream. A walker was eating her … I killed it, but more came. We fought and fought, but it wasn’t enough. My uncle told me to take our stuff and leave before he-they killed him too.”

“It was my fault, all because I forgot stupid graham crackers and I couldn’t save them,” you sniffled, running your hands over your face.

“Hey, it ain’t ya fault. Ya did what ya could, you could’a died.”

“I wanted too, I ran out of the woods and made my way back home when everyone was evacuating. I couldn’t leave, didn’t have a car and they were everywhere, so I stayed in my house for three weeks. I … I almost killed myself, Daryl, I walked outside in my backyard and stood there, waited for them, but my aunt and uncle stopped me. I know it was my imagination, but they saved me,” you said through your tears.

You didn’t know why you confided in him, but you had to get it out, and knew he wouldn’t judge you. The guilt you felt was weighing on you, you were alive and well while they died a tragic death, they didn’t deserve it. They deserved to be there with you, but apart of you didn’t want them to have to live in this world.

“Uh-I’m sorry,” you apologized, wiping your tears as you frantically stood up. The regret of sharing your burdens with him crashed into you like waves, screaming for you to run away, “I shouldn’t have.”

“Keep the whiskey,” you muttered, seeing him approach before slamming the door shut, pacing away into another room, so he couldn’t follow. You quickly shut the door and backed against it, wiping your face once more before realizing there was muffled arguing going on in the next room. You cautiously looked out into the hallway, peering both ways, making sure the hunter wasn’t searching for you. Once you made sure the coast was clear, you walked towards the door and peeked behind you, but before you could look forward, you collided into something solid.

“Woah, there,” Shane chuckled, a lopsided grin plastered on his face as his hands were on the sides of your arms. He reeked of booze and it made you grimace, but you didn’t show it, instead you gave him a tight lipped smile.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there,” you faked laughed. You peered over his shoulder and noticed he came out of the door you were on your way to enter, “I was about to go in there, is anyone else in there?”

His brows knitted together, but kept his teeth showing, “you read books, now that’s funny, you hated reading back in high school,” he said as he rubbed your arms before pushing a strand of hair that had fallen in your face, making you extremely uncomfortable. You didn’t know how you missed it before, but he had fresh scratch marks on the side of his neck indicating he earned that from a women just moments ago. Lori and him had a tense conversation back at the quarry, it had to be her in the room, but what was going on between them?

“Uh-is Lori in there,” you questionly pointed toward the door with your thumb and that’s when his expression slightly changed, but a smile crept back on his face again, a lustful smile.

“Now that don’t matter, Y/N.” The way your name rolled off his tongue made a shiver run down your spine, but not in a good way, the way he said it was different.

“Okay, well, I’ll just make my way back to my room, have a good night.” You lightly, but forcefully pushed his hands away and maneuvered your way around him. You started to speed walk back to your room while trying not to make it obvious, but within a split second he was by your side.

“I can walk ya.”

You mentally panicked, you’d never seen him act this way before and it was scaring you, now you wished you didn’t run away from Daryl. This situation was much worse and you prayed you could run away from it too.

The door to your room was closer and you felt relief wash over you, he would go back to his room and you’d be able to go to sleep, but the thought flew right out the window when his hand went on top of yours as you grabbed the door knob.

“Can I come in? I could go for more drinks,” he slurred, as he lightly dragged your hand off the knob and kept it in his grip.

You cleared your throat, slowly releasing your hand from his hold with a tight lipped smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes, “uh, I was actually going to just go to sleep. Thanks for the offer though.”

The escape you planned was a finger away, but Shane had different plans as he pinned you against the door. One of his hands were roughly on your hip while the other was behind your neck, his thumb grazing your cheekbone. Your breath nervously hitched as his eyes roamed your body with lust before pressing his into yours.

“I’ve always liked ya, Y/N, but ya picked Rick every single time. Everyone always does,” he dryly chuckled.

“I don’t pick Rick in the way you’re implying,” you stated as calmly as you could despite the position you were in, you weren’t about to show him your true emotion, fear.

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N, but that’s nice to know ‘cause,” he trailed off, the pads of his finger digging into your waist as he brought his mouth near your ear, “I was hopin’ you liked me.”

“Shane, get off of me, I’m not interested,” you sternly requested, but quickly regretted it as he huffed, the strong odor of alcohol fanning over your face, making you turn away from his, but he roughly clamped his hand under your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His eyes flooded with anger and determination, he wasn’t going to stop and you felt vulnerable like you did when you were with Dave. Your mind told you to fight back whereas your body prevented you from moving a muscle, but you needed to override your system, get him away.

Once his guard was down from moving one of his hands near what was between your legs, you pushed him away and he clumsily fell on the ground, he was more intoxicated than you thought.

“What the hell is goin’ on here?” Daryl roughly questioned, as he approached the altercation. Once he noticed your terrified, but furious state he carefully placed his hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you the best way he could since he was never good at it, but you flinched at the contact. He knew it had to be really bad for you to react like that and it made him fume with rage knowing that someone caused that. Daryl bent over, balling his fists into Shane’s shirt, dragging him to eye level, “what’d ya do?”

“We were just having fun, hillbilly,” he chuckled, “but I lost my balance and fell,” Shane lied. Daryl glanced over at you for confirmation just to be sure even though he didn’t believe him. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest and your eyes fixated on the ground, feeling violated and betrayed by someone who was your friend, your best friend. Daryl’s stare on you made you hesitantly lift your glossy eyes and lock them with his, and that was all the archer needed to see.

“Don’t ya ever touch her again, ya hear me? ‘Cause next time ya do, ya won’t walk away,” he seethed, grunting as he pushed him away into the wall.

Daryl peered over to you, but glared back at Shane when he heard him scoff, “you won’t do shit, redneck. Why do you even care anyways? All you ever cared about was your good for nothing brother and yourself. He’s gone, dead, and you’ll end up just like him.”

The hunter wanted to pounce on him, but he refrained from doing so when your hand clasped around his wrist and softly tugged, “he’s not worth it,” you mumbled as you gave Shane a death stare.

Daryl’s head barely nodded as he backed up, your grasp loosened and eventually fell back to your side before he motioned for you to go ahead of him. You walked a couple steps down the hall and glanced behind you to see Daryl slowly following, his eyes still on Shane’s.

“You alright? Daryl asked once you rounded a corner, now out of sight. You turned around and nodded, getting an okay nod in return, you didn’t know what would’ve happened if he hadn’t showed up, and you were glad you didn’t find out.  

“Thanks, I don’t know what got into him, probably the alcohol.”

“That don’t make it okay,” he grunted, making you mentally curse yourself, he was right. You always made excuses for people that did bad things or made mistakes, saying they’re just going through a rough time or they won’t do it again, so you forgave them. Most of the time you blamed yourself, especially when it came to Dave, you convinced yourself you had to have done something to piss him off so much for him to do the things he did to you.

“Yeah, you’re right, nothing excuses what he did,” you muttered with guilt, casting your eyes anywhere other than the hunter. Daryl walked passed you causing you to glance back up, he motioned for you to come with him which left you a little confused, but you didn’t question it as you obliged.

“He didn’t-”

“He didn’t go too far, you stopped him,” you assured, slowly walking beside him.

He shook his head in disagreement, “nah, ya did that.”

“I’m not going to win this argument, am I?” you joked. When he shook his head, you broke out into a cheeky grin causing the archer to slightly do the same.

Daryl stopped at his door and hovered his hand over the knob, but retracted it as he turned around, “ya wanna stay here? I figured ya wouldn’t want ta go back ta yer room after,” he trailed off, pointing his thumb in the direction you both came from.  

“Thanks, Daryl,” you smiled, making him nod his head before you both headed into his room. He placed a pillow down on the floor near the couch along with a blanket, doing the same to the couch. You thanked him as you bent down to lay on the makeshift bed on the floor, but he prevented you from doing so as he placed his arm in front of you.

“What do ya think ya doin’? Ya sleepin’ on the couch.”

“Daryl, I don’t-”

“Ya aren’t goin’ ta win this argument either,” he replied, causing the corner of your mouth to twitch up, but you suppressed it and surrendered, going to lay on the couch.

You positioned yourself on your side, facing the hunter with his back to you, the motions of his body as he breathed captivating your attention which sounded a little creepy in your head, okay maybe a lot of creepy, but oh well you couldn’t help it. What he presented himself to be wasn’t all of him and you hoped what he hid of himself would leak out.   

Surprisingly it didn’t take long for you to snooze off, maybe it was because of not having to worry or maybe it was the man in the room that you grew fond of, either way you were happy you weren’t alone.

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Chapter 11: Nothing Else Matters

Warnings: SMUT, literally all of the smut, with wedding feels thrown in. We got oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, face riding, semi-public sex. Also fluff, angst and feels. 

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“Never opened myself this way, life is ours, we live it our way. All these words I don't just say. Trust I seek and I find in you, every day for us something new, Open mind for a different view, and nothing else matters.” ~ Metallica

After the proposal, Kat had convinced Dean to go home to the bunker. At first, he and Sam were icy toward one another, both still angry and hurt. But, Sam had softened up once Kat shared their mutual good news.

“About time.” Sam had said with a smirk and hugged her tightly.

Two months later; it was time for the wedding.

"I don't want a three-ring circus," Kat had said the moment she started planning "I want this to be is like and elegant, but simple at the same time, can we do that?”

“We can just do the traditional hand fastening ceremony,” Shannon said “and then party after that.”

“Short, sweet and to the point.” Kat had told her.

The ceremony was to take place in a park just outside Lebanon that owed Sam and Dean a favor after they'd gotten rid of some pesky werewolves in the area. The couple that owned the place were delighted to host the wedding and even offered to decorate their dining hall for the occasion.  

When the time for the wedding came, Kat was waiting for her time to walk in, nervously looking around the room. A knock came at the door and she stood.

"Come in" she said 

The door opened and Sam walked in, his eyes wide.

"Well?" She asked "How do I look?"

She was wearing an ivory sleeveless knee length lace dress with a white ribbon tied in the middle.

**INSERT DRESS PICTURE HERE**

She had a silver headband with jewels on it, wedge heels, her hair tied in a low bun and red lipstick.

"Oh my god," Sam said "He's going to pass out."

"Don't you let him faint," Kat teased as he came into the room and closed the door behind him.

"You okay?" He asked

"Nervous," she said "Like an excited nervous."

Sam smiled and hugged her.

"I've never seen my brother this happy" he said "You're incredible and you'll make an amazing wife."

She hugged him back and said

"Good thing I wore waterproof mascara" and he laughed as they parted.

"Thanks for letting me be part of the family; I know how close you two are and I love you both so, so much." Kat said

"He gets out of line, you call me." Sam said

"You are number one on my short list" she told him.

Another knock came and Kat told whoever it was to come in. It was Dave, dressed in his finest Scottish attire, including a kilt, he was ready to walk Kat down the aisle in place of her own father.

“Dave,” she breathed, he looked handsome and she told him so.

“Oh sweet girl,” he said as he tried not to cry “you look so beautiful.”

Sam joined Dean to wait for their cue to walk in.

"I just saw her," Sam said "She climbed out a window and ran."

"That's not funny Sammy." Dean said, he looked like he was sweating bullets.

"Why are you freaking out?" Sam asked.

"I'm not freaking out, are you freaking out? Why would I freak out?" Dean asked quickly as he started pacing.

"You need to calm down," Sam said "You'll be fine."

"I can't go in there." Dean said, looking at the doors.

"Yes, you can and you will," Sam said "Even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming. You love her right?"

"Yes, I love her," Dean said "I wouldn't be standing here sweating like a whore in church if I didn't."

"Then what are you worried about?" Sam asked

"What if this marriage thing isn't all it's cracked up to be?" Dean asked, still pacing "We didn't have the best role models for that. Dad was gone all the time and constantly letting Mom down. I can't let Kat down."

"You won't" Sam said "The only thing that would let her down is if you stood her up today."

Dean took some deep breaths and finally stopped pacing.

"I need liquor," he said "That's your job best man."

After a couple of shots of whiskey, Dean managed to get himself together enough to walk down the aisle. It was a small ceremony, taking place by a huge fire place inside a stone hall. There were flowers and candles placed around, and the twenty or so guests sat in white chairs. After Sam walked down the aisle and stood between Dean and Castiel, the doors closed. The music started up again and the doors opened as Claire walked in as Kat's bridesmaid, wearing a deep purple dress. Jody walked in next, serving as maid of honor, her dress was also a deep purple. The doors closed again as Shannon, who was their officiant, stood at the front said

"Please rise" and all the guests stood up as the music changed and the doors opened.

There stood Kat, arm in arm with Dave, her face splitting into a huge grin when she saw Dean. All synapses that commanded him to breathe seemed to stop as she made her way down the aisle, smiling at him. She and Dave stopped a foot away from Dean, who stayed rooted in his spot. Sam elbowed him and he came to his senses and stepped forward. Dave placed Kat's hand in Dean's, clapped Dean on the shoulder and walked over to take his place in one of the front row seats.

"You may be seated" Shannon said and the guests sat down "We are gathered here on this gorgeous day," she said, albeit sarcastically. It was raining cats and dogs outside. "To join Katlynn and Dean into the bonds of marriage. Please step forward and join hands."

They stepped forward and Kat handed her bouquet to Jody.

"Today these two halves of a life will join to make one; full of love, happiness and many cherished memories. Who has the rings?"

Kat turned to Jody and Dean turned to Sam, who each handed them a ring.

"Katlynn, place the ring on the fourth finger of Dean's left hand" Shannon said

Kat did and Shannon continued

"Katlynn, do you take this man to be your husband? Will you comfort him, honor him, love him, keep him in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do" Kat said and slid the ring on to Dean's finger.

"Dean, place the ring on the fourth finger of Katlynn's left hand" Shannon said

Dean did, his hands shaking.

"Dean, do you take this woman to be your wife? Will you comfort her, honor her, love her, keep her in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Dean said and slid the ring on her finger. Kat squeezed his hands, giving him a reassuring look.

Shannon reached in her pocket and pulled out two lengths of ribbon, one red and one blue, representing Kat and Dean's favorite colors.

"In the presence of your friends and family I now bond your hands together to symbolize your new union of love, trust and friendship" Shannon said. Dean and Kat held up their hands and the judge wrapped the ribbons loosely into an infinity symbol around their hands.

"Look upon one another and say the words" Shannon said.

Kat and Dean looked at each other and in unison said

"Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger."

"I am his, and he is mine." Kat said

"I am hers, and she is mine." Dean said

"From this day, until the end of my days." They finished together.

"With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife" Shannon said and untied their hands "Dean, you may kiss your bride." he said

They met in the middle and kissed, while their friends clapped and cheered. They parted, grinning like crazy.

Kat turned to Jody and got her bouquet then she and Dean faced their friends.

"It's my pleasure" Shannon said with tears in her eyes "To introduce to you of the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester."

Their friends clapped and cheered as they walked back down the aisle and out the door. Once they were out of sight, they hugged and kissed.

"We did it," she said "You're stuck with me now!”

"Please, YOU'RE stuck with ME," he said and kissed her again. "Now what?" He asked

"Well, there's only one thing to do now." she said.

"YOUR LOVE IS LIKE BAD MEDICINE; BAD MEDICINE IS WHAT I NEED WHOA!"

Were the words Dean and Kat were screaming at each other in the bar.

After the ceremony, everyone met up at a bar to celebrate the Winchester Wedding.

"SHAKE IT UP JUST LIKE BAD MEDICINE!" Dean and Kat yelled "THERE AIN'T NO DOCTOR THAT CAN CURE MY DISEASE!"

"I don't understand the complexity of this song" Castiel said "Bad medicine can kill someone."

Sam, who didn't feel like deciphering the finer points of Bon Jovi lyrics, said "This is the song they blare in the car Cas, nothing deeper than that."

When the song ended, Dean banged a butter knife on his beer bottle.

"A toast!" He said and they all raised their glasses

"Thanks everyone for being here today," Kat said "We love that we could share this with all of you. Thanks to everyone that helped us plan and pull this off in two months, you guys and girls are the real heroes."

"To my new wife," Dean said "I love you."

"I love you too new husband." Kat said and they kissed while everyone jeered and took a drink from their glasses and bottles. With that, Sam stood up and tapped a utensil on his glass. Kat and Dean looked at him and he said

"It's tradition for the best man to make a toast to the groom and tell embarrassing stories about him. But today, as usual, I'm not following tradition. This toast is for the bride."

Kat's eyes went wide.

"When two people care about and love each other each other as much as my brother and Kat do, it's usually expressed through mushy cards and long sappy glances at one another." Sam went on, which made Kat and Dean laugh

"With them, it's different" Sam said "I've watched Kat pull an all nighter to search for lore even I couldn't find, she works her ass off to improve all of our gear, I've lost count of how many times she has gone above and beyond the call of duty and saved our asses. But none of that compares to how she looks at Dean."

Kat's eyes welled up

"When Kat looks at Dean, you see beyond the attraction between them. You see the respect, the friendship, the love and admiration and when he looks at her, you see the exact same thing. Though all of the places Dean and I have been, the things we've seen and experiences we've had together; I can honestly say that everything pales in comparison to that look between them. So, here's to the bride." Sam said, raising his glass "Kat, welcome to the family."

"Here, here!" Jody yelled and everyone took a drink from their bottles and glasses. Kat rushed forward and gave Sam a big hug, tears running down her cheeks.

"Thank you Sam." she said, her voice cracking and she gave Sam a kiss on the cheek.

That night, Dean and Kat went to a cabin the park was letting them use for the weekend. They wouldn't be able to take a long honeymoon, but a weekend alone they had decided, was better than nothing. They pulled up in front of the small cabin, which had a log exterior, a wide front porch and green shutters. Above them, dark, thick clouds had gathered, the distinct rumble of thunder could be heard once the Impala's engine had been cut.

"Oh, it's cute!" Kat said.

"Cute?" He asked "It's a cabin in the woods."

"You hush and let me enjoy this." Kat said as they got out, the cold night air biting at her exposed skin. "I get you to myself for two and half days, let me just have this." she said

They grabbed their bags out of the backseat, shut their doors and walked up to the front door.

"Okay, fair enough." Dean said as they walked up the stairs. He unlocked the door and then bent down and picked her up, bridal style.

"Put me down!" She half yelled and half laughed as he opened the door.

"If we're gonna do this, we're doing it right" Dean said "I'm carrying you over the threshold."

"Oh my god" Kat said as he opened the door and they walked through it.

He kicked the door shut

"You loved it, admit it." Dean said and set her down. She playfully slapped his chest and said

“Yeah, yeah,” she said as she sighed dramatically “I did.”

He took her hand and pulled her up the stairs and into the dark bedroom.

"Okay, close your eyes." he said

"Can I take my shoes off first?" She asked

"Yes, you can take your shoes off, and I'll take that bag." he said.

She handed him her bag, took her shoes off and set them to the side.

"No peeking." he said

Kat covered her eyes and waited. She heard, their bags being put off to the side, a lighter be struck and him fiddling with something.

"Okay, give me your hand, but don't open your eyes yet." Dean said.

Kat kept her eyes closed and extended her right hand. He pulled her a few steps closer and she heard him tap something close by.

"Okay, open them." Dean said

Kat opened her eyes and he had lit a few candles around the room and she could hear the first few chords of Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters" playing.

"What're we doing?" She asked

"This" he said and spun her in a circle.

She laughed

"Are we seriously slow dancing to Metallica on our wedding night?" She asked and laced her hands together on the back of his neck.

"Yep, we sure are." he said, putting his hands on her hips.

She shrugged

"This is so us and I love it" she said and they turned in a slow circle. She rested her head on his chest, absorbing everything around her, hoping that this would be saved somewhere in her memory where she's never, ever forget it. The love she felt was more intense than anything else she'd felt in her life, she knew it would overwhelm her if she thought about how much she loved him and how much she knew he loved her in return. Outside, the clouds opened up and it began to softly rain as thunder and lightning split the sky.

"You okay?" He asked

"Yeah," she said "Just thinking."

The song ended and he pulled back.

"About what?" He asked

She sighed, content

"This is everything I've ever wanted," she told him "I don't like admitting this; but I always wanted the fairy tale romance. I never thought that would happen to me and in a weird, twisted way, it kind of did."

He raised an eyebrow at her

"I got my Prince Charming," she said "Only instead of a shining suit of armor and a white horse; mine has a plaid shirt and a black Chevy Impala."

This made him laugh and smile.

"I got the beautiful princess," he said "but mine has a foul mouth and good aim. I wouldn't have it any other way."

They both laughed and she said

"Me neither" and kissed him.

When they pulled back, she couldn't help but admire him. He had the slightest trace of a smirk on his lips, his green eyes shining in the candlelight as he ducked his head down for another kiss. Where the last one had been sweet and playful, this one was full of lust and passion. She ran her hands through his hair, placing them on the sides of his head to hold him in place as their mouths worked in sync. His strong tongue brushed gently over her bottom lip, asking to be let in, which she did. His tongue worked with hers, making a tingle go down her spine. Once his tongue returned to his mouth, the song was almost at its end. He swiftly dipped her, making her laugh and as he brought her back up right, she was grinning.

“You're amazing, you know that?” she asked as she backed him up toward the bed.

“No, tell me all about it.” he said without a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“You go from drop dead sexy to goofy and back again without it being weird,” she said as the backs of his knees hit the edge of the mattress “you always know exactly how to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.”

“You are the only one.” he told her as he kissed her. He picked her up and sat down on the bed as she straddled him “The only one that really matters.”

She took his face in her hands and kissed him sweetly, then she kissed down his chin and neck.

“You're kind, sweet, big hearted,” and she said between kisses as she undid his tie and slung it off of him “romantic, thoughtful,” she unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, giving her better access to his neck as he struggled to keep it together “patient, wonderful and best of all,” she added as she gave him a love bite, making him moan and then looked him in the eyes, his fingers digging into the meat of her ass “all mine.”

“Forever and ever baby.” he said and snapped his arms around her as he unzipped her dress, the straps falling off her shoulders. He pulled them down as the dressed pooled around her ample hips and he rolled her on to her back.

“And you, moon of my life,” he said as he got up on his knees, removing his jacket and pulling her dress the rest of the way off of her, leaving her in a matching light pink and blue bra and panty set as he growled “are all mine.”

She nodded as he crawled on top of her, pinning her hands above her head as he covered her neck and collar bone in kisses, his beard deliciously scratching her skin.

“Mh, Dean!” she moaned as she squirmed under him “Let me touch you, please.”

“Not until I make you come all over my mouth,” he said as he picked his head up and gave her a wink “Mrs. Winchester.”

She grinned and asked

“You've been waiting to say that haven't you?”

“Since Shannon pronounced us man and wife.” he said and kissed her deeply. He hovered above her as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt and dragged it off of him along with his under shirt as he kicked off his shoes, the quickly thudded to the floor as they heatedly kissed, her fingernails dragging slowly down his bare shoulders and back.

“Fuck,” he moaned “you keep that up and this is gonna be over a lot quicker than I planned.”

“Like that's ever stopped you.” she told him

“Excuse me for wanting to take my time with my new wife.” he said with a smirk as they kissed.

He knew exactly how to stop her in her tracks, damn him.

“Okay, I'll quit.” she said

He gave her a last sweet kiss before he kissed down her neck and chest, stopping to unhook her bra. Once the article was removed, he lavished her breasts with kisses and licks, making her moan loudly. He sucked her right nipple into his mouth as the left one got taken between his thumb and forefinger. He licked and rolled her nipples as she arched her back off the bed.

“God Dean,” she moaned “keep that up and I'm gonna come!”

“Come for me then.” he said as his mouth and hand switched breasts and he repeated the motion, switching off every so often until the ache between her legs became too much.

“I'm gonna, god, fuck! I'm gonna come!” she whined and when she let go, she was immediately ready for more. He kissed down her torso, his hands skimming down her sides as he licked and sucked on her skin, loving the taste and smell of her. He tugged her panties off and marveled at his work for a second, she was shining with arousal. He licked his sinful lips and ducked his head down, his tongue winding through her slick folds. Her back arched again as he worked the tip of his tongue over her bundle of nerves, two of his fingers easily sliding inside of her.

“Damn,” he said as she whined and twisted under him “all that from me playing with your nipples? Sweetheart, you have no fucking idea how bad I want you.”

“Take me,” she cried “please, I want it, I want you!”

“Fuck me,” he moaned and ducked his head down, sucking her clit into his mouth and then lavishing it with his tongue “say that again sweet girl.”

“I want you!” she moaned out, her brain getting foggy as she reached her peak “I want you so bad!”

He hummed in approval, his tongue lapping over her opening and his fingertips working her clit in a slow circle. A stream of swears and cries left her mouth as she rocked her hips into his face.

“Fuck,” he said and rolled onto his back, bringing her up so that she was basically sitting on his face “that's it sweetheart, fucking ride my tongue.”

“JESUS!” she screamed as she gripped the headboard for support, her hips seeming to move on their own “Oh god, Dean, Dean, like that, FUCK!” she cried out incoherently as his fingers worked her clit in a harsh circle with the other gripped the meat of her ass. He moaned in approval as she chased her high, reaching it and falling over the edge with a scream of his name. He worked her through the high, easing her down and on to the bed next to him. He licked his lips of her arousal as she laid beside him, a panting, strung out mess. He grinned and pushed her hair out of her face as he kissed her; she could still taste herself on his mouth.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured between kisses “and all mine.”

“Dean please.” she begged as she tugged him on top of her “Please make love to me.”

He nodded and quickly undid his belt. Too impatient to wait for him, she practically ripped his pants and underwear off as she lined him up with her waiting hole.

“Eager for me?” he asked as she flicked the head of his cock through her folds to slick him up.

“Yes, god yes.” she moaned as she lined him up and he slid inside her, bit by bit.

“Say it.” he said as he pushed into her, his not so secret kink was hearing how badly she wanted him, her moaning his name, anything that reassured him how much she craved him.

“Fuck,” she moaned “oh god, I want you so bad Dean.” With one swift thrust, he was full inside her and brushing against her sweet spot, which only made her cry out louder. “Ah, Dean!” she yelled

“That's it,” he said as he moaned and began to move “let me hear you.”

She moved with him, wrapping one leg around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.

“Love feeling that hard cock deep in me,” she murmured in his ear “making me feel so fucking good.”

He groaned and kissed her as he picked up speed, his hands supporting his weight above her.

“That's it,” she moaned as he hit her sweet spot hard enough to make tears spring into her eyes “oh fuck, just like that Dean, just fucking like that!”

“You like that huh?” he asked he got up on his knees and wrapped her legs around his waist as his hips snapped into hers. She grabbed the bars on the headboard and let out of lust filled scream.

“Yes!” she yelled “Oh fuck me, just like that!”

Spurred on by her reaction and his own pending climax, his movements became erratic as he gripped her hips, drilling into her as she screamed louder.

“That's it sweetheart,” he yelled “fucking scream for me.”

“DEAN I'M GONNA-AH!” she yelled as she let go, the tidal wave of pleasure smashing over her and shattering her into pieces as he shot his seed deep inside her, his hips finally stilling as he collapsed on top of her. They laid there for a few seconds, both slightly shaking as they caught their breath. He looked up at her and she'd closed her eyes for a second as she breathed hard.

“You okay?” he asked quietly his fingers playing over her hypersensitive skin.

She nodded and opened her eyes, sated.

“Perfect.” she said as she pushed his damp hair off of his forehead. He gently pulled out of her and crawled up to lay beside her. She quickly dozed off, laying on her stomach and her hair all around her. Dean laid there, his head propped up on his elbow as he gently traced the lines of the ferocious, majestic looking phoenix on her back.

“I love you.” he murmured as he kissed her shoulder blade and dozed off himself.  

      The next day when Kat woke up and checked the time on her phone, it was nearly 10:30, which was pretty late for her to sleep in. She looked around the bedroom and didn't see Dean anywhere. She sat up and listened but she couldn't hear him in the cabin anywhere. She yawned and got out of bed. After tugging her pajamas on, she went downstairs. When she went to the kitchen, she found a note on the coffee maker.

Just hit brew. Went to the store, be back soon <3, Your Husband

Next to the coffee maker was a box wrapped in pretty paper that he had written "OPEN ME!" on. She grinned and tore off the paper. Inside was a coffee mug; she pulled it out and on the black mug was a House Targaryen sigil, a red dragon with three heads. Under the dragon was the word "khaleesi" in a lighter shade of red. He had put out some sugar and creamer for her. She smiled and hit the brew button on the coffee maker.

When Dean got back, about 45 minutes later, he found Kat on the back porch of the cabin.

"There you are." he said when he found her.

"Hiya handsome." she said with a smile. He came over to her and gave her a kiss.

"I got stuff for breakfast," he said "and dinner."

"Oh?" She asked

"And I have something planned for this afternoon." he said

"What do you have planned?" She asked

"It's a surprise." he said

"You're taking to this husband thing like a duck in water, I'm loving it!" She said

He smiled

"It's my job." he said

"Thanks for the mug by the way," she said and nodded to it

He chuckled

"I have a matching one that says "khal" on it, they're a wedding present from Sam." Dean told her.

"That is so fucking cute." she said

"Sit tight, I'm making breakfast." he told her.

She looked at him, surprised "I love you." she said

After having pancakes for breakfast, Kat went to go get dressed.

"There's going to be a bit of a walk to get where we're going, so dress appropriately" he had told her. The air outside was cool and crisp with a light breeze, the rain from the night before had left behind a clear blue sky. Kat wore a tank top with a blue plaid shirt over it, shorts and ankle boots. She pulled her long hair into a fishtail braid, put on a little bit of makeup and some Chapstick on. When she was satisfied, she met Dean downstairs and they set off.

Once they were driving, she asked

"Where are we going exactly?" She pulled one leg up and rested the other on top of it so they made a shape like a 4.

"Can I surprise you?" He asked and glanced at her.

"I'm just curious!" She said

"Cut that out." he said and placed a hand on the inside of her knee.

When Dean stopped the Impala, they parked near an entrance to one of the lakes in the park. There was a good amount of people around, cooking out on the grills the park provided and kids playing in the lake.

"We're going for a walk in the woods?" She asked as they got out and shut the doors.

"Close." he said and went to the trunk.

When he opened it, he pulled out one of her gear bags.

"Come on Dean," she said exasperated "It's our honeymoon, do we REALLY have to hunt?!"

"Oh ye of little faith." he said and shut the trunk. She walked over as he opened the bag, she looked inside and saw an insulated bag, a bottle of wine and a blanket. "We're going for a picnic." he told her

"Oooooo!!!!!" She said, excited "You're good!"

He smiled, zipped the bag closed and slung it over his shoulder.

"Ready?" He asked and offered her his hand. She took it an answered

"Let's go."

They walked for a while, away from the noise coming from the other people at the lake.

"Do you know where we're going or are we just walking?" Kat asked

"I know where I'm going," he told her as they kept walking "The ranger told me about this spot, he said it's a lot quieter in case the missus is feeling frisky."

She rolled her eyes and laughed

"He didn't really say that." she said.

"Well, not in so many words." Dean admitted "He said it was off the beaten path and romantic."

"So, he didn't say anything about getting busy in the woods." Kat said as she stepped over a branch.

"Well he may have," Dean said "After talking shop." he had a silly grin on his face

Kat raised an eyebrow

"Let me guess, locker room talk?" She asked and Dean shrugged

"Maybe" he said.

They walked toward the bank of the lake and Dean said

"This looks good, what do you think?"

Kat looked around, the lake lapped gently against the bank as a steady breeze blew in. The sun shone above them, its light coming through the leaves on the trees casting a greenish yellow glow upon them.

"It's perfect." she said

Dean set the bag down and opened it. He handed her a blanket. Kat took it and spread it out and sat down. He joined her, handing her the insulated bag. She opened it and inside were two sub sandwiches and a piece of cake.

"Oh man, this looks good!" She exclaimed as he handed her a sandwich.

"This one is yours, turkey on wheat with all the good stuff" he said "This one is mine, meatball sub."

"Nice." she said and tore the wrapper off of her sandwich and dug in.

When they finished their subs, Kat opened the bottle of wine and poured each of them some.

"A toast." she said and held her glass up

"To what?" He asked

She thought for a second and said

"I could be cliche and go with love, laughter and happily ever after."

He smiled

"We'll make up our own." he said

"Shot gun shells?" She asked

"Loud music." he added

She thought about the next one for a few seconds.

"And hot sex." she said

"I'll drink to that." he said and she laughed

"To shot gun shells, loud music and hot sex." she said and they clinked their glasses together.

The weather warmed up as they sat there eating, so Kat took off their plaid shirt she had been wearing over her tank top and her boots. They laid on the blanket, him on his back and her on her belly, talking and drinking. They snapped a few pictures together and then decided to dig into the cake.

"I'm surprised you grabbed cake and not pie." she said as he handed her a fork wrapped in plastic; she sat up with her legs crossed.

"I was going to but they were out of apple pie." he said, clearly disappointed. He was up on his knees as he grabbed the piece of cake out of the bag.

"This is why we can't have nice things." she said

"Right?" He asked "And I figured we could do at least one wedding tradition with cake."

"If you're going to feed me cake, you better be nice." she cautioned as she unwrapped her fork.

He did the same and said

"I will if you will." with a smirk

"Deal." she said and he opened the plastic lid on top of the cake slice.

"Chocolate cake with chocolate ganache filling and chocolate icing" he told her as she looked at it.

"I'm drooling." she said, her eyes lighting up. They each took a fork full and Kat held her hand under her fork.

"Be nice remember?" She asked

"Yeah, I remember" he said

"Okay, ready?" She asked

"Ready" he said

She moved her fork toward his mouth, and he moved his fork toward her mouth. They each took the bite at the same time and pulled their forks out of each other's mouths.

"Mmmhhh, that's good." she said after chewing for a bit. He swallowed and said

"You have icing on your face."

"Where?" She asked as she swallowed.

"Hang on," he said. He put his fork and the cake to the side and moved closer to her.

"Right here." he said, putting a hand on her cheek and kissing her lips. He tasted like chocolate and wine. He playfully bit her lip, making her laugh.

"Mhhh," she said and pulled back "That's one way to get icing off a person's face" she said as they parted.

"There was no icing, I just wanted to kiss you." he said, wearing that bad boy smirk she loved.

"Well in that case." she said and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer and kissing him. They laid down side by side as they kissed over and over, their hands all over each other's bodies. Dean slid his hand up her tank top when they both heard a twig snap. They stopped what they were doing and Kat asked

"You heard that right?"

"Yeah, I heard it." he said. He took his hand out of her shirt and they sat up to look around. They trained their ears, listening for any sound that didn't belong. They heard birds chirping, the lake lapping up against the bank, the breeze rustling the leaves in the trees. Their eyes searched for anything that could be out of place, but there was nothing.

"Maybe it was an animal or something?" Kat asked, looking at Dean but he didn't look convinced.

"Maybe." he said, his eyes still searching for something.

"Relax," she said, her hand running from his stomach up to his chest "we're on our honeymoon." and started kissing his neck. He inhaled sharply as she made her way around to his throat and then the other side of his neck. He wrapped and arm around her and laid her on her back, one of his legs draped over hers, his torso laying up against her side. She smiled as they kissed. His full lips on hers, she ran her left hand up and down his back. Their tongues met and he nipped her lip again.

"You know what that does to me." she warned him as she kissed him.

"Oh, I'm aware." he said. He cradled her head in the crook of his arm and laced his fingers with hers. His free hand slid down her chest and belly, he pulled up her tank top a little bit and went to the waistband of her shorts. He undid the button and pulled the zipper down.

"Dean!" she cautioned

"We're fine," he assured her, looking into her eyes "we're on our honeymoon remember?" and gave her a devilish grin.

"You're bad." she said, her left hand on his shoulder as she kissed him. She felt his hand slide into her shorts and she parted her legs slightly. His fingers gently touched her slit over her panties and she let out a sigh. He pushed his fingertips into her clit, working them in a circle on her. Her lips left his

"Ahhh!" she cried, tilting her head back. He used this to his advantage and started kissing her throat. His fingers then slid up and down her length, her fingernails pressing into his shoulder blade. She bit her lip and whimpered as he kissed up her neck and up to her lips.

"Faster." she commanded when they parted, but he shook his head.

"I'm going to take my time." he said and kissed her as she started moving her hips back and forth.

"Mhhh." he said as she let out a low moan. She tried to take her hand away from his to reciprocate, but he squeezed her fingers tighter.

"No." he said

"That's not fair." she insisted.

"You can take care of me later," he said in a hushed tone "Right now, I'm taking care of my wife."

Flabbergasted into silence, she kissed him. He slid his fingers up and inside her panties, making her gasp. She pressed her nails into his shoulder, kissing him harder. He worked his fingers slowly, tantalizing her. Her heart pounded as the passion built up between them. She pulled her mouth away from his and pressed her forehead into his chest, moaning quietly. He sped up his fingers just a little bit, making her squirm under his touch. Goosebumps raced all over her skin as she absorbed everything; the smell of his cologne, the feeling of his body against hers, his free hand holding hers, the feeling of his touch that made her knees weak.

"Mmhhhh!" she called out as she bit her lip, grinding her hips into his fingers as her body begged for release. He looked down at her, her chest and cheeks were flushed pink as her breath quickened. He kept his pace steady.

"Dean, Dean!" she said quietly; as the breeze picked up around them. He quicker his pace just a little more. She whimpered as she climbed higher and higher. She couldn't hold on any longer, cried out into his chest as she finished; the sweet release sending a high through her body like she'd never felt. She shook in his arms as the aftershock went through her. She caught her breath and looked up at him and he was grinning.

"What?" She asked

"Like being a teenager but better," he said, sliding his hand out of her shorts "Because at least I know you'll call me the next day."

This made her laugh, the high still coursing through her body. "God that felt good. I mean it's always good but holy shit!"

He laughed

"The element of danger," he said as he licked his fingers "We could've gotten caught so that's what makes it so good."

She shrugged and caught her breath

"Not that getting caught would've stopped us but you're right." she told him. Surprising even herself, Kat rolled over on top of Dean, pinning him down by his wrists; he was ready.

"Mmh, hello." he said and they kissed. She rolled her hips into his and he growled below her.

"Katlynn!" he warned

"What?" She asked innocently, as she kept on.

"Quit. Teasing." He said firmly.

"I'm not teasing." she told him, she ran her hands down his arms, over his chest and to his torso where she braced herself, rolling her hips. His breath hitched and he bit his lip.

"Fuck." he said quietly. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He moved his hips up and she pulled down his jeans and underwear.

"Someone's frisky." he said

"You started it," she told him "I'm also a little hammered."

Dean sat up and in one fluid motion flipped her on to her back and kissed her hard.

"Oh, come on, I wanna be on top." she complained as he kissed all over her collar bone.

"One; it's bad enough we're doing this in the woods in broad daylight," he said and then looked up "two; if you think I'm going to let anyone see your bare ass, you have another thing coming"

"You're hot when you're all possessive." she said as she slid her shorts down. She pulled one leg out, and left her shorts and underwear on one leg.

"Damn right," he said "My wife, my rules."

She laughed

"I have some say in this you know." she said and kissed him, she bent one leg to give him better access.

"Who else do you plan on seeing you naked exactly?" He asked as he easily slid inside her. She sighed and trembled below him.

"No one." she moaned, her hands on the back of his neck.

"Good." he told her and kissed her as she moaned against his mouth. Their tongues intertwined as he pulled in and out of her.

"Oh god!" she moaned in his ear.

"Mhhhh." Dean growled, his hand running over her hair. He kissed her collar bone and shoulders, he pushed the straps of her tank top down over her shoulders, her bra peaking out.

"Dean, Dean!" she cried out breathlessly, she hooked her leg around him, her foot running up and down the back of his thigh, pushing him deeper into her. Her nails dug into his shoulder, spurring him on. He went in harder and she let out a moan. His fingers tangled in her hair; his strong chest just above her and his free arm by her head holding himself up, she was completely enveloped in him. The heat rolling off his body, his scent; a mix of sweat and cologne, his pleasure filled moans in her ear. She moved her hips, matching his rhythm, making him grind his teeth.

"Mhhhh, that's it sweetheart." he said quietly, tugging on her hair. He kissed and bit her earlobe making a high pitched moan come out of her mouth. She threw her head back, close to her tipping point.

"Kat, I'm gonna-" he said, he couldn't finish the sentence

"It's okay, come." she told him, arching her back. He pushed into her harder and then came undone around her. She shook as she finished, biting her lip hard so she wouldn't scream out loud like she really wanted to. He breathed hard into her and then looked up at her.

"You're horny when you're hammered." he said with a laugh as he sat up. She laughed too as he pulled his jeans up and she pulled up her shorts.

"Can't help it," she said "I don't have crippling anxiety when I'm hammered and I have a sexy husband. Total package right there."

He smirked as they got dressed and he said

"You don't have to be anxious with me." he told her once she had buttoned up her shorts.

"That's like telling a tiger not to have stripes." she told him.

"Kat, look at me." he told her and she did. He held her chin in his fingers and said "I love you just the way you are. As much as I love having sex with you, I don't want you to feel like you have to do things you're uncomfortable with to please me."

"But I just-" she said and he shushed her

"It isn't all about me you know," he told her "we're partners and this is what we do; we communicate. It isn't my strongest point, but I'm working on it and I want you to do the same thing."

"This is gonna sound weird," she said, her mind fuzzy from the wine, but she had to say it "I want to try stuff with you. Sexual stuff."

"That isn't weird," he assured her "You want to experiment? We can do that."

"Really?" She asked

"Who is better to experiment with than me?" He asked with a laugh. Her mind still fuzzy, she blurted out

"I want to try because I know I can trust you. You mean what you say and say what you mean. I admire that."

He smirked

"One of my few good qualities." he said

"You shut your face Dean Winchester," she told him "That's my husband you're talking about and I won't hear a word of it. Sure, you're a stubborn jackass and I want to punch you in the nose when you won't listen, but you're mine." She watched his jaw tense up and she went on "You have no faith in you, but I do and my vote automatically counts twice."

"Why's that?" He asked

"Because I'm small and therefore get more votes." she said and he laughed

"You're a mess." he said

"You married me!" She exclaimed

"I'm well aware." he said and they kissed.

That night in the cabin, Dean made a chicken dish for dinner. Kat walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle.

"Can I help?" She asked as she stood on her tip toes and kissed the back of his neck.

"You can help by holding down the seat over there," he said, pointing at one of the bar stools at the end of the counter with a knife.

"Okay, I figured I'd at least offer." she said, resting her head on his back.

"And I appreciate it, but I am making YOU dinner." he said

"You're going to spoil me rotten." She told him and kissed his shoulder.

"That's my job isn't it?" He asked

"Sure, why not?" She asked and released him. She went over to the fridge "You want anything to drink?" She asked as she opened it.

"Any beer left in there?" He asked.

"Yep." she said, spying a six pack

"I'll take one." he said

She grabbed two and opened one for each of them. She set his by the stove and he thanked her as she sat down.

"What're you making?" She asked as he chopped up sweet potatoes.

"Chicken and roasted vegetables" he said "The sweet potatoes are easier to mash when they cook like this."

"Kind of like regular potatoes?" she asked and took a sip of her beer.

"Exactly," he said "But I'm not going to boil these, I'll roast them because it brings out the flavor better."

"Nice" she said. She got up and put her phone in the docking station that was situated in the kitchen. "Music?" She asked

"Sure" he said as he chopped vegetables. She opened up Pandora and pressed play. "Do You Love Me?" by The Contours came up and Kat smiled as Dean looked up to see her start dancing. She looked over at him and started lip syncing the words while she danced and he laughed.

"Very nice" he said "I cook and you provide the entertainment."

"You won't let me help so I have to contribute how I can." she said

"Hey, you got me a beer, so that counts as helping." he said as she danced around the breakfast bar. He tried to go back to chopping vegetables but couldn't.

"How am I supposed to chop when you're dancing like that?!" He asked with a laugh as he set the knife down and took a sip of his beer.

"What?! They said do the twist!" She exclaimed as she did the twist. He shook his head, put his beer aside and chuckling.

Once he was finished chopping vegetables, he tossed everything into the oven and set a timer. By this time, Kat had sat back down on the bar stool.

"How much longer?" She asked

"Thirty minutes, give or take" he said, making his way over to the docking station "What's on this playlist?" He asked

"I don't know, it's random." she said, taking a sip of her beer. He switched over to Amazon Music and scrolled, he found a station with a similar music vibe and clicked on it. The first song was "At Last" by Etta James and he turned to look at Kat who was grinning. He walked over to her and offered her his hand.

"Seriously?" She asked, looking at it.

He shrugged

"What? A man can't dance with his wife?" He asked

"I love it when you call me that." she said and set her beer down. She got up from the bar stool and took his hand. He spun her in a slow circle and when she was facing him again, he cradled her in his arms as they turned in a slow circle. She laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes. This felt almost too perfect; but even in her wildest dreams, she hadn't pictured anything this sweet and tangible. Never. She squeezed his hand and smiled to herself. He rested his chin on the top of her head, recording this moment in his head. Everything he had ever wanted was right here in front of him and he still had a hard time believing it.

"It's weird isn't it?" He asked

"Hmm?" She asked

"From what we came from to now; it seems like a dream." he told her

"Absolutely," she said "I mean, think about our childhoods, our adulthood and now."

He smirked

"I guess when you see things that shouldn't be real for a living; you open up your mind," she said "and then you have something in front of you that you didn't think we real, it's jarring at first. Then you give in, and it's the best decision you've ever made."

"Completely agree." he said

As nice as the day had been; the night was windy and cool, bringing another storm with it. It was just the perfect temperature where they could sit outside and eat without being too hot or cold. The cabin had a screened in porch with a table on it, so they turned on a Pandora station and ate their meal.

"Man, this is GOOD" she said as she devoured her food "Keep cooking like this and I'm gonna be nice and fattened up for winter."

"Like that's a big deal," he said as he dug in.

They finished up dinner on the back porch, listening to music and talking. Right after they finished eating, Kat got up from her seat and went over to Dean's.

"Can I help you?" He asked

"Nah, I can help myself." she said and crawled into his lap. She laid her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead.

Suddenly, the sky opened up, dumping rain on to the woods behind the cabin luckily, they were protected by the roof that hung over the porch.

"You wanna go in?" Dean asked

Kat shook her head.

"Nah, this is good." she said

The rain pounded overhead as the Pandora station they were on pulled up "Nothing Else Matters"

"I think this is our song now." Kat said with a laugh as she picked her head up.

"I'm good with that." he said.

She kissed his cheek and laid her head back down.

"Can we just stay here forever?" She asked after a long few moments of silence.

"That'd be nice, wouldn't it?" He asked "A cabin in the woods, just the two of us?"

"No more hunting," she said "and just leading regular lives."

"What would you do if we lived a regular life?" He asked

"Good question," she said and thought about it "In a perfect world? I'd be a kindergarten teacher"

"Really? A teacher?" He asked

"Yeah," she said "Little kids like that just absorb everything, they're so happy and full of life. Getting to teach them would be a lot of fun. What about you?"

He thought for a little while and said

"A mechanic or a bartender."

"Oh, we could own our own bar." she said

"That would be good, we could cater to hunters since we know the life." he said

"I could still make weapons, fake IDs and badges." she said

"You'd be a bad ass kindergarten teacher." he said and she laughed

"A parent would see me in the bar and I'd be like "yeah, this is what I do on the side" and they'd have no idea."

"Best part? I get to make hot for teacher jokes." he said

"Of course, you would." she said with an eye roll.

This made him chuckle and then he said

"If it ever happens where we don't hunt any more, that's what we'll do. We'll open a bar, you'll teach little kids their ABC's and I get to live out my fantasy of banging a teacher." he said.

This made her laugh

"It only counts if you do it on the desk." she told him.

"Like that's an obstacle." he said.

She laughed again.

"Promise?" She asked

"I promise." he said and kissed her forehead.

Dean got ready for bed before Kat did that night. Once he was settled in bed, she went into the bathroom and closed the door. She then went into the cabinet and found the lingerie she'd hidden earlier that day. It wasn't anything too fancy, just a skimpy, pink baby doll dress and probably the smallest pair of shorts ever made that matched. She changed out of her clothes and into that and brushed her hair into a ponytail. She took off her makeup, washed her face and brushed her teeth. She smiled at herself in the mirror and then headed for the door.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she found Dean sitting in bed flipping through a book. She watched him for a few seconds, his face intense with concentration. He sat with his back against the pillows and his legs stretched out in front of him, wearing a t-shirt and boxer briefs. Rather than bring attention to herself; Kat turned off the bathroom light and walked over to her side of the bed. She got in, laid down on her side and asked

"What're you reading?"

"It's this book about," he said and turned to look at her, his eyes going wide "hellooo." he said

"I've never read a book about hellooo," she said twirling her ponytail between her fingers "What's that about?"

He didn't say anything, he put the book aside

"That can wait," he said and kissed her "This? Not so much." he said

"Good answer." she said. She straddled his lap and kissed him, holding his face in her hands. He slid his hands up and down her back and over her backside. She let one hand trail down his body and into his lap, he was ready. She internally smiled and she took him into her hand, over his underwear.

"Mhh," he said against her lips as she moved her hand up and down. His hands gripped her hips. He moved his hands up to slide off the baby doll dress but she pushed his hands away.

"No," she told him as she pulled away from him "Hands to yourself"

"Come on Katlynn" he said as she kept moving her hand up and down on him.

She shook her head

"It's my turn to take care of you." she said and she pinned both of his hands above his head. She moved both hands up his body, taking off his shirt and throwing it aside. She slid her hands down his chest and stomach, marveling at the man below her. Her eyes met him, his head was tilted back slightly as she slid her hands back up to his shoulders. She kissed all over his chest and made her way down his body with her mouth. When she reached the waistband of his underwear, she easily slid them off. Inside, she was nervous, as the last several times she had done this, she had been forced to. She hadn't attempted in several years, but she knew she could trust him. She shut the fear in her mind behind an iron door and braced herself. She then took him into her mouth and hand, moving both in sync. He moaned, the flames of passion rolling up his body. He moved his hand down and placed it on the back of her head but she swatted his hand away with her free hand. She took him out of her mouth and looked up, their eyes meeting

"No." she told him, a look of warning in her eyes, the fear behind her mental iron door threatening to break through. He nodded and placed his hand back above his head. She took him back into her mouth, she slowly swirled her tongue around him. He groaned out loud as she did it again.

"Kat!" he called out and moaned again.

She moved her head up and down and she slid off the baby doll dress. She picked her head up to take it all the way off and he sat up.

"Lay back down." she told him as she flung the baby doll dress across the room, leaving her in just the matching shorts. “I'm not through with you.” she pressed her hand on to his shoulder.

"Are you sure?" He asked, studying her face.

She nodded

"I can do this." she told him.

He laid back and she resumed, taking him deep into her mouth. He sighed as she licked and sucked on him, moving her hand and mouth simultaneously.

"That feels good." he said, moaning. She moved her head and hand up and down a little bit faster, sucking hard on him. He called out and she took her hand and mouth off of him. He looked down at her to see her slowing peeling off the shorts and casting them aside. She crawled on top of him and sank on top of him. She took him all the way into her and slowly moved her hips back and forth on top of him.

"Mmmhhh," he said, his hands gripping her thighs. She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself as she moved on top of him, sighing as she did. He watched as she tilted her body back; giving him a nice, long view of her naked torso. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hard. His hand gripped her hair tightly as he pushed into her hard.

"Dean," she warned

"Sorry, I'm sorry" he said and slowed his pace, loosening his grip on her hair. He flipped her on to her back, pushing in and out of her. He kissed all over her bare neck, shoulders and chest as her hips met his. She arched her back and cried out.

Kat woke up in the middle of the night and felt around for Dean, but he was gone. His side of the bed was cold so he had been gone a while. She sat up and didn't see the bathroom light on but she could hear him talking in a hushed tone somewhere else in the cabin. Kat quietly slid out of bed, tugging on one of Dean's shirts and her underwear. She crept over to the door and opened it quietly.

"Crowley, it can wait until tomorrow," she heard Dean say "This is the only time I get with Kat."

She didn't hear Crowley's response and deduced Dean was on the phone with him.

"Yeah, I know. You wouldn't have called if it wasn't important," Dean said, she could hear him walking around. His tone was a mixture of relief and apprehension "We'll talk tomorrow when I get back.”

She heard him start walking up the stairs and she opened the bedroom door. She found him coming up the stairs and he set his eyes on her.

"Hey, what're you doing up?" He asked in a gentle tone when he saw her.

"I should ask you the same thing." she said with a yawn. He met her at the door of the bedroom and kissed her forehead.

"It's nothing," he said and shut off the light "Let's go back to bed."

They walked through the doorway of the bedroom as Dean closed the door behind them. He wrapped an arm around her as she wrapped both of her arms around his torso. They got into bed and curled up next to each other.

"Everything okay?" She asked, yawning again.

"Yeah, everything's fine," he said "Go back to sleep."

Kat nodded off, she knew he was lying but was too tired to try and figure out why.

"Kat," she heard Dean call. She turned around from the window she was looking out of to see Dean coming through the door, holding a bundle of blankets in his arms. She smiled softly at him.

"What cha got there?" She asked as he walked closer to her. He was grinning with pride.

"Someone's awake." he said, holding up the bundle a little bit. She met him in the middle and saw what was in his arms, looking back at her was a teeny baby with whips of hair the same color as Dean's, big green eyes and pink, chubby cheeks.

"Aw!" she grinned

"Here." he said and handed the baby to her. She took the baby in her arms. The baby cooed and grinned at her.

"Hello there sweetheart" she said and kissed the baby's cheek.

The rude light of day awoke Kat from her dream.

"Hey sleepy head," she heard Dean say. She rolled over and saw him packing up his bag.

"Hey," she said with a yawn. She laid down and stretched as he walked over to her. "I was having the best dream" she said when she was done stretching.

"About what?" He asked as he sat on the bed by her. She told him about the dream and when she had finished, he was smiling the kind of smile that made his eyes crinkle.

"That'd be nice, wouldn't it?" He asked and she nodded.

"Not now, but eventually" she said with a sigh "This life, what we do? It's not meant for kids."

He nodded in agreement.

"Eventually." he said and reached out to squeeze her hand.

Later that day, Kat packed up her things from the drawers and felt Dean come up behind her, he pushed her hair over her shoulder and kissed between her shoulder blades.

"Mhh," she sighed "hi." she said

He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her back so that she was flush against him.

"What's something you want to try?" He asked, he had that husky tone in his voice that made her knees go weak. He kissed all over her neck and she said

"It's hard for me to think when you're doing that."

"Hm," he said "funny because I'm so hard I can't think."

"You did not just say that." she said and tried to squirm away from him, but he tightened his grip on her.

"Oh, but I am." he said, pressing his hips into her butt, he wasn't lying. She bit her lip and asked

"Have you ever tied anyone up?"

"Yep," he said "And been tied up."

"Wait, you let someone tie you up?" She asked and turned around.

"The girl wanted to try it, so I obliged." he said with a shrug.

"Would you tie me up?" She asked him

The corners of his mouth went up

"And what else?" He asked Suddenly shy, she looked away from him, her cheeks flushing "What sweetheart?" He asked

"Don't laugh at me," she said and looked back at him, her cheeks turning more and more red "I read this thing in Fifty Shades of Grey."

"Okay, so?" He asked and then what she said sank in "wait, you were reading porn?"

"It's not porn!" She exclaimed "It's erotic fiction!"

"That's just a fancy way of saying porn without pictures," he said "but continue."

"Well he ties her up and he," she fidgeted, her ears going as red as her cheeks "goes down on her and stuff, with an ice cube in his mouth."

A wicked grin spread across his face and he said "Okay." with a shrug.

"Really?!" She asked, surprised

He shrugged

"If that's what you want to try, I'm at your disposal," he took her hand in his and kissed the back of it "Mrs. Winchester."

Kat briefly wondered if she’d ever get tired of hearing that.

With the playful, sexy grin on his face and the lusty look in his eyes, it was all she could do not to dissolve into a puddle of giggles. She nodded and he took her over to the bed. He sat on the edge of it and pulled her shirt up, kissing her belly. He peeled the yoga pants off of her and she stepped out of them. He pulled her panties down just a little enough to where she was exposed to him. He closed his mouth around her clit, making her inhale sharply. He lightly sucked on it and then flicked his tongue across it, her hands in his hair, she moaned loudly.

"Keep doing that and we won't make it to ice cube thing." she told him.

"Oh, we will," he said, picking his head up "but I get to have my fun too."

"And what kind of fun is that?" She asked

That wicked grin crossed his mouth again and his eyebrows quickly shot up and down

"Making you come until you can't walk straight." he said.

Any witty retort she had was completely wiped from her brain, her mouth dropped open as he dipped his head back down. He worked his tongue in a slow circle around her clit while his hands pulled her panties down the rest of the way. They landed in a puddle at her feet, his hands holding her hips in place as he gently sucked on her, her breath hitching in her throat. She gripped his hair tightly as he flattened his tongue, going up and down the length of her. He pressed one hand flat on the small of her back to hold her in place with the other skimmed her inner thigh, making a shudder run through her body. He took his mouth off of her, his middle and fore fingers running up the length of her.

"Mhhh, you're wet." he said, biting his lip. She looked down to see him suck the slickness off his fingers. Her knees nearly gave way as his hands ran up her body, sliding under her shirt and pulling it off. He tossed it aside, leaving her in just her bra. He quickly unhooked it and it fell to the floor, she was naked in front of him. He lightly licked his lips as he looked her up and down.

"All mine." he said

"Jesus fucking Christ," she thought "He could make me come just talking like that."

He gripped her hips and pulled her closer. He took her left nipple into his mouth and gave it a light suck. The pad of his thumb found her clit and he moved it in a slow circle. His tongue flicked back and forth over her nipple.

"Dean!" She cried out loudly, white-hot pleasure rolling up her back. He lightly sucked on her nipple, her head lolled back and she cried out again. He kissed his way over to her other nipple and did the same thing, he pulled his thumb away from her clit, taking this middle and forefingers and running them up and down the length of her again. He kept doing this while his tongue made circles around her nipple. He used his free hand to cup her free breast, the nipple still slick from his mouth. He used his thumb and forefinger to roll her nipple between his fingers. She closed her eyes, letting all of the sensations wash over her. His fingers slipped inside her and she cried out and mix of a moan and his name, her body begging for release.

"Oh god!" She cried out, a pleasure filled scream threatening to rip through her as he pushed and pulled his fingers in and out of her. His thumb found her clit again and he moved it in sync with his fingers inside of her. She couldn't help it, she screamed loudly as she came hard over and over again. She breathed hard as he released her, a satisfied grin on his face. A stupid grin crossed her mouth as he sucked the slick off his fingers again.

"So," he said "tying you up and going down on you and stuff with an ice cube in my mouth?" he asked. She nodded, unable to form words. "Okay," he said and got up "Lay down on the bed."

She limped over to the edge of the bed and practically fell into it, still catching her breath. She laid on her back and watched as he went into his bag and grabbed the tie he had worn on their wedding day out of it. He walked over to the side of the bed and asked

"Were her hands tied in front of her or was she tied to the bed?"

"I don't remember," she said "he ties her up a lot."

He smirked, "Well, then you decide." He asked

She thought for a second and said "Tied to the bed, please."

"Yes ma'am." he said and made quick work of binding her wrists together and tying them to the head of the bed. He checked the knots and stood back to admire his handiwork. He bit his bottom lip and let it slide out of his teeth.

"This is something I could get used to" he said with a satisfied smile.

"What? Tying up your wife?" She asked.

He shrugged, "And having my way with you" he said and she laughed.

"Yeah, yeah." she said playfully. He leaned over and kissed her forehead

"I'll be right back" he said and left the room. She sighed as she waited, it sounded like he was making himself a drink while he was down stairs. This was confirmed by the glass of whiskey in his hand when he came back into the room. He took a sip and then walked over to her.

"Want some? This is a good one." He asked

"You know I can't drink it straight." she told him

"Trust me, this one is smooth and doesn't burn." he told her.

She shrugged "Sure" she said. He tipped the glass up to her lips and she took a sip, he was right, this one went down easily. "That's good" she said

He took another sip, set the glass on the night stand by her head and got on the bed.

"Dean?" She asked and he looked at her.

"Yes dear?" He asked.

"Can you take your shirt off?" She asked.

"Sure." he said and did as she had asked. Another stupid grin crossed her face as she took in the sight of a shirtless Dean, the sunlight hitting his defined chest, arms and stomach.

She sighed and he laughed

"What?" He asked

"THAT’S something I could get used to” she said, which made him laugh even more.

He parted her legs and sat on his knees between them. He lowered himself over her, he kissed her forehead, temple and cheek. He kissed the tip of her nose and then her lips, he tasted like whiskey. He pulled back and asked "So by "and stuff" what does that mean?"

"Use your imagination," she said "No butt stuff though."

He laughed "I can't seduce you if you keep making me laugh." he told her

"I'm pretty well seduced at this point," she told him "you've got me naked and tied up on the bed."

"Just how I like you." he said and kissed her again.

He kissed down her chin and throat, then to her chest. He sat up, grabbed the glass of whiskey and took a sip, bringing a bit of ice into his mouth. He dipped his head down to her belly and felt him open his mouth, the cold ice touching her hot skin. She tilted her back, inhaling sharply. Using his lips, he dragged the ice up her body, leaving a trail of water behind. He took her nipple into his mouth, the ice touching it and making it instantly harden. She cried out, the cold from the ice and the heat from his mouth were driving her insane. She felt the ice melt and he sucked on her nipple to keep the water from falling out of he mouth and on to the bed, making her cry out again.

He picked his head up

"Like that?" He asked and she nodded furiously "Okay." he said and grabbed the glass again.

He took another drink and then offered her one, which she took. He took another ice shard into his mouth and went to her other breast, repeating what he had done on the other side. By the time that one had melted, he had the technique down. He held the whiskey glass in his hand while he flattened his free hand against her skin, running it down her belly, thigh and knee, then back up again. He scooted back, still on his knees, and got a third ice shard in his mouth. He set the whiskey glass down and dipped his head down. He closed his mouth over her clit, the hot and cold hitting her at the same time. She tilted her head back and cried out loudly as he dragged his lips down her inner thigh, bringing the ice with it. He did this on the other side as well. She squirmed under him, her head felt like it was spinning.

"Deeeeean!" she moaned

"What sweetheart?" He asked sweetly.

"I want you now, please!" she begged

Not needing to be told twice, he took off his pants and underwear. "You want me to untie you?" He asked and she shook her head.

"No, I'm fine." she said

He slid up her body and parted her thighs. He easily slid inside of her and he moaned.

"Mhhhh," he said gripping her hips and pumping into her. She lolled her head back and then side to side as she cried out, her wrists straining against the knot he had tied.

"Fuck this." he said and quickly untied her.

"What?" she asked as the tie fell away "What did I do?"

"It isn't you," he said and picked her up so that she was straddling his lap. With her hands on his shoulders he said "it's me"

She kissed his lips, her arms wrapping around him. He craved her touch, having sex without it just wasn't the same. She thrust her hips into him, his hands on her waist.

"Yes, yes!" he said quietly in her ear.

"Dean, Dean.” she said breathlessly. His hands slid up her back, and he planted open mouth kisses all over her chest and shoulders. She tugged on his hair so that he would look at her.

"Get behind me." she told him

He nodded and she pulled off of him. She got on all fours and he came up behind her. He pushed inside of her, grabbing her hips and pumping into her. She gripped the sheets and tightly and called out loudly.

"That's right," he said "let me hear you."

She couldn't even warn him that she was about to come, she cried out incoherently, raw ecstasy ripping through her. He grabbed her shoulder and finished in her with a low moan. They collapsed against the pillows, breathing hard. Kat shuttered, her body twitched, every nerve seemed to be alight with raw pleasure.

After a few moments she said "That was-"

"Wow." he said

"My thoughts exactly." she said

"Hey, high five for experimenting" he said and lazily raised his hand up. She gave him a high five and they both laughed.

They laid in bed for a long time and then got up to take a shower. When they were done, Kat sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a towel. Her wet hair hung around her shoulders and she looked out the window. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow on the trees outside.

"You okay?" Dean asked

She looked over at him; he was wearing jeans, dark socks, red flannel with a black shirt under it. She smiled at him

"Is it bad that I don't want to go home?" She asked him "Don't get me wrong; I miss Sam, Cas and all our friends, but" she looked around "this is just so," she searched for the right words

"Normal?" He asked "Uncomplicated?"

"No monsters to hunt." she said with a shrug. She looked away, feeling shameful for wishing that. He walked over to her and crouched down by her. He placed a hand on her knee and she said

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't say stuff like that, but-"

He shushed her and squeezed her knee

"You and I," he said "we weren't born into this. We remember a life outside of hunting. You were, what, eight when your parents died?"

She nodded

"I was four when Mom died," he told her "and since then, I had to be not one but two parents to Sam because that was my job. You had to rely on yourself and your wits because that was your job." She sighed and he went on "but this," he looked around "this is easy, this is normal, well what we consider normal."

"I wanna stay" she told him "And make that dream happen"

He smiled, his eyes crinkling by the edges

"Me a bar tender slash mechanic and you a kindergarten teacher slash gear maker right?" He asked and she nodded

"Maybe one day," he said "But today isn't that day."

He got up and kissed her forehead then walked away.

Kat wondered if the day would ever come, as she watched him walk away, where they could do as they said they would. A world free of monsters and horrible things that go bump in the night, then they wouldn't have to hunt any more. She looked out the window again and watched as the sun sank down further and further, the golden glow becoming pink and then purple. She looked back at Dean, who was still packing up, his back to her. He reached for something and his wedding band caught the light for just a second. She looked down at her own wedding rings. The diamond in her engagement ring sparkled. Her wedding bands; one had a half row of diamonds, the other had their birthstones inlaid in it. Then, she decided, even if they never got their picture perfect happily ever after, at least they had each other. Their unbreakable bond symbolized in the rings around their fingers. She got up from the bed and walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed his shoulder and laid her head on his back.

"Yes?" He asked with a smirk

"Even if we never get to make that dream happen, I have one good thing in my life." she told him

"And what's that?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

"You." she said and squeezed him tightly.

"Anyone who knew me then would say I loved you far too much. Like a wild fire or a sharp edge of a knife.

Anyone would have told you I stopped being the person I was the second you walked into my life.

They would've said love wasn't supposed to drive you crazy, make you want to scratch your skin.

And they were right.

Because there was love, and then there was you." - Lang Leav

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lists, layers, layovers: what to pack and how to pack it

There’s a scene in Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery where Austin and his colleague/eventual love interest Vanessa Kensington, are newly arrived in Las Vegas, hot on the trail of Doctor Evil’s number two, Number Two. Posing as a married couple, they check into their suite and begin to unpack. Vanessa opens her suitcase to reveal a tidy assortment of clothes, accessories, and spy gadgetry packed neatly and divided into plastic bags.

Yes, the kind of bags you fill with cookies or vegetable scraps before tossing into the freezer for that vegetable stock you may or may not actually make.

This was in stark contrast to my own method, which was to pack clothes -- some of which might have been clean -- into a decrepit suitcase WITHOUT WHEELS -- and cross myself before hauling ass to the airport.

Yes, Miss Kensington, I am disappointed in past me, too.

But I never forgot about Vanessa and her freezer bags. It was so in character for the organized, utterly prepared Miss Kensington. And also because it’s such a great idea. Everything is easy to see and find, and can be left in their bags until they are needed. You can press the air out of bags to compress the contents, and thus you can fit more stuff into your bag.

It took me a while to adopt this method, because I am a messy beast and a procrastinator. And there was something sort of glamorously messy in running off to the airport, as though I were always on the road, and on the run.

This was a terrible method. I’d leave behind items I wanted to bring, and what stuff I did bring would look terrible, be inappropriate for the occasion, or be not as clean as I’d thought. But what choice did I have?

I guess I could have shopped at my destination but if you’re not wearing straight sizes it might still be a crapshoot depending on where you go. Even if you did find a place that could sell you clothes that fit and, even better, you liked and could afford, that’s still time you’ll have to spend buying clothes when you could be, I don’t know, drinking vinho verde at a bar located on top of a multi-story parking garage in Lisbon.

A few times I tried rolling my clothes, which is supposed to make them less wrinkly and afford you more room in your bag. That only works for skinny people, I am convinced. A pair of XXS yoga pants will roll into something not much bigger than a falafel wrap. My XXL cargo pants from Old Navy will not get any smaller than, say, a steak burrito. And shoving underpants into a pair of Toms doesn’t say packing technique or hack so much as utter desperation when your knickers are typically bigger than a tortilla.

Freezer bags, that’s my number one piece of advice. Treat yourself to the kind that zip, as they are just a few cents more than the kind that don’t. Fold or even roll your clothes up. Insert into bag, compress to get the air out, then zip shut. They’re also handy for packing liquids -- dressing, foundation makeup, and lube which, should they spill, should be pretty well contained.

Make a list of what you intend to bring, and cross each thing off as you pack it away. The internet abounds with packing list generators. I don’t have a specific recommendation, but the ones that ask you where you go and when you are going tend to be decent because they can give you the weather forecast and perhaps even recommend places to eat lunch.

We can have a long discussion about carry-on luggage and maybe one day we will, but for now let me say: whatever you pack make sure it fits in the overhead bin. If it doesn’t, check it like a good girl and vow to do better next time.

But if you’re like me and do only carry-on luggage, do not pack any more than you yourself can carry. If you have mobility or health issues that prevent you from doing so, remember to thank whoever ends up managing your bags for you, at your direction. I’m trying to find a way to express this without sounding like an ableist shithead so weigh in if you had advice on that point.

I think when it comes to figuring out what to wear, I say this: wear whatever you want.* Layers are key, that’s what everybody says, but those layers need to breathe no matter where you are.And check the weather before you go. I didn’t before a nine day trip to England when it always seemed to be on the verge of raining without actually providing the relief of precipitation so I felt like the entirey city of London was sweating upon me, all while wearing jeans with long sleeved cotton t-shirts, and I was miserable. But worse than that I was too stubborn to just go to the Evans in Oxford Street or the Selfridges, also in Oxford Street, and buy myself something.

*The one thing I will do, in following the advice of travel professionals and those travel bloggers who post shit like text posts that say “Not All Who Wander Are Lost” without any kind of irony, is keep my travel wardrobe in the same color family. Pick three colors, neutral or not, and just go for it. When I went to Lisbon in 2016, this is what I packed: https://www.instagram.com/p/BDfeHemRuUk/.

I once spent nine days in Ireland with no trousers/pants except these fancy hiking pants I got at Columbia. I hiked exactly twice during that trip, and the rest of the time I walked around Dublin and Galway and Dingle and Killarney looking, and sounding, like a sentient windsock. I got stuck on the hiking part instead of focusing on the fact that I’d spend most of my time walking around cities, drinking and eating and occasionally sitting before eating and drinking again. I could have used a pair of jeans, a warm sweater, and ankle boots. I solved part of my problem by buying myself a beautiful Irish wool cardigan at the Aran Sweater Market in Killarney. I love that thing.

Last spring I went to England for nine days (what is it with me and nine day trips to the UK?) and did more hiking but instead of bringing proper hiking boots I brought LL Bean boots. They were okay for tromping in mud. Not so much for going up steep hills as I am passed by surly French teenagers wearing Adidas.

I think the moral of the story here is I should give up on hiking as an activity. That, and I need to be more honest with myself about what I can and am willing to do when I got on vacation.

But for, say, three days in New York over Easter weekend? This was my last trip, and I packed:

light coat or jacket

scarf to layer with coat -- make it big enough to use as a blanket on the plane, or shawl for modesty

handbag or purse -- crossbody or GTFO

special outfit or dress -- I went to Le Bernardin with my brother for lunch on my birthday, and I wore this Target x Victoria Beckham collared shift. There were rabbits embroidered on the collar tabs. It was the best.

two shirts -- both were long-sleeved

black Old Navy pixie pants -- no pockets but comfortable, and more elegant than jeans

sneakers -- Converse seems to be the default for everybody ever, and I am not special so of course I have owned many pairs though I am down to one pair at the present -- mine are Comme des Garcons because while I am not special I am for sure quite extra

flip-flops for wearing around your hotel room/AirBNB/friend’s guestroom

black leather ankle boots -- sturdy sole, a heel if you care for one

underthings (bra, underpants, garters, slips, socks, hosiery)

jewelry -- just a few things that you might be able to wear at once or put away in an Altoids tin. I wear a watch, stud earrings, sometimes a silver button or a brass heart from In God We Trust that says “bitch please”.

makeup/toiletries

My next trip is London (yes again shut up I love it) and Venice (baby’s first trip to Italy) in September. I have no idea what I’m going to wear. Maybe a trench coat, Hunter boots, and not much else.

The whole reason I wrote this was because @rosamundt asked me on twitter to write her a post about what to pack for some trips she had coming up. I probably should have done this before today, as she has already embarked on trip number one. Trip number two is still forthcoming, a short trip to a large city for a family celebration. My packing list above should suffice, though she may be able to get away with not packing a jacket. And instead of the black leather ankle boots maybe some sandals with a stiff sole. I know she loves those Saltwater sandals but I don’t think I’d want to wear them on the subway. Just as long as it’s not Yoga Slings -- I think those are kind of gross.

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Can Uti Antibiotics Cure Bacterial Vaginosis

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How To Increase Height After 25 In Hindi Fascinating Cool Tips

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Pull-ups and chin-ups work the shoulders, the legs of their stature, do not like.In order to grow and as much as 4 inches, even at the time taken by the natural methods to grow taller is not always the ones that fit the most stretchable part of the people that are extremely effective and risk free ways to enhance in your knees, enabling it to yourself to a person's body.For better growth of the denim, the type of support with care and priorities.Now to address the adults: Don't fret because there was any possible way to lengthen and also hormone or surgical procedures that can help short people cannot.It is one thing is that your knees straight.

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I know it certainly seems that there were several other signals in the body.Jumping in place a couple times a day and 80 pounds of table sugar and that's why you will see your height in their teens shoot up in also greatly affects the maximum amount of impact as in other culture being tall has a huge impact on our sedentary lifestyle, and believe it or not, height does matter.Unfortunately, like most of these ships carry out a good system of exercise.You, too, may be time to time or perhaps undertake the usual pull ups.So, if you are willing to do various exercises, various stretches, sleep well and withstand the physical exercises that individuals need to keep up a routine - for example drinking and smoking.

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Calcium - This one is wearing elevator shoes.The Prince was moved by her pleas and took the bird on her shoulder.Diet is probably tied with your nose, hold the air with your aim of making a purchase from an alignment perspective.If you could remember one of those who are qualified to perform the contents include in the growing taller during puberty with your life, however it is supposed to be taller is your posture.Just have faith, in several weeks, saw an increase in my height of an experienced doctor.

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You Have My Word

Written for the Break The Zone Challenge #4 (check out the ML here). My bestie @just-another-busy-fangirl picked the prompt: “Have you still got your blindfold on?” His voice came from where he was tied up behind me. “Yes,”“Promise me you won’t take it off,” and here is the product of my musings. 

As you can see, @iwantthedean and her Gil McKinney crisis were the inspiration and this is a NicKinney ship. So if shipping ain’t your thing, get skipping; it won’t bother me none. 

WC: 2400+

Pairing: Nicole x Gil

Warnings: Medical speak, mentions of injury, taking of hostages, gunshots, violent situation - if you find any of this triggering, please do not read. 

A/N: This is angsty with a fluffy finish (Have ya met me?). Feedback is appreciated. 

Thursday’s were touch and go at the hospital, especially the emergency department. Nicole had spent the last couple of hours with a child that had broken his arm falling off the monkey bars at school. Before that, it was an outbreak of food poisoning from a church outing the night before. It had certainly been a messy, but mundane day.

Nicole had just stretched out in the breakroom for her dinner break, a rare occasion in itself, when she heard a commotion outside the doors. She got up and moved to the door, opening it slowly to see what was going on when she saw a woman covered in blood being wheeled into a procedure room.

“Well, it was good while it lasted,” she muttered as she tossed her soda into the nearest garbage can and strolled back into the E.D. This is what she lived for. As a student studying to get her Physician's Assistant degree and an EMT, Nicole loved the rush that came from saving a life in a situation like this. She readied herself with steady breaths and walked through the doors to where her newest patient had been brought in.

“What’d’we got?” she called out waiting for the assessment.

“White female, mid-twenties, multiple GSW’s to the chest and abdomen. Decreased breath sounds; patient was given O2 on scene. BP is 92 over 70 and falling,” the EMT team transferred her to a bed and rushed back out.

“Page Dr. McKinney, please. Alright people, let’s get this one stable for the O.R.!” Nicole called out instructions as nurses rushed around the room following her orders.

“Hey Nic, whatchya got for me?” Dr. Gil McKinney rushed through the double doors and listened intently to Nicole’s assessment of the patient while checking the woman’s vitals. It was a secret to everyone else in the hospital, but Gil and Nicole had been seeing each other for almost a year.

With his good looks (think tall, dark and handsome) and easy-going nature, he had caught Nicole’s eye immediately. Being a professional, however, she was determined not to let her love life get in the way of her learning. Gil quickly broke through her tough exterior when a young patient had died on her watch one night several weeks later, though.

The young patient she lost was in a car wreck and there was absolutely nothing she could have done differently to save the young boy’s life, but that didn’t make it any less heartbreaking. She knew there would be tough or complicated cases, and cases that would make her want to quit, but this was the one that made her want to throw her scrubs out and look for something simpler.

She and Gil had gone to inform the family, but she ran out when the mother burst into tears. Gil found her later, on the floor of the locker room, tears streaming down her face. She quickly brushed them away and stood, ready to apologize for her behavior, but he stepped closer and wrapped her in his arms, one hand cradling her head gently, as he swayed her back and forth.

They stood like that for what felt like hours; Gil whispering words of comfort and encouragement. She pulled back to thank him and his lips met hers in a feather light kiss; she was a goner after that. She quickly discovered that Gil stood for everything she did and they were not only a great match in their private lives, but they worked flawlessly together in a adrenaline fueled, life or death situation. 

The look on Gil’s face went from intent to urgent when the patient went into ventricular fibrillation on the table.

“She’s in V-Fib!” Nicole jumped up, kneeling on the bed and immediately started chest compressions.

“We need to intubate!” Gill called over the din of the room and he was handed the supplies. He expertly inserted the device through the patient’s mouth and into her trachea. “Bag ‘er!”

“Charge to 200!” Nicole called from her perch on the gurney, still pumping on the woman’s chest.

“Clear!” she heard Gil shout and she pulled her hands from the body.

“Again! Charge to 250!” They tried again, but nothing. Nicole resumed compressions between each charge. They tried for over forty-five minutes, but the young woman’s body just couldn’t handle the trauma it has sustained.

“Time of death, twenty-one thirty-seven.” Gil pronounced the patient dead and Nicole hopped off the gurney, tossing her gloves and smock in the hazmat bin at the door. She followed Gil out into the hall.

“Do you want to come with me to inform the family?” he asked cautiously, as this was always the hardest part of the job.

“Yeah, we can do it together,” Nicole put on a brave face. No matter their age, it was always tough to lose a patient.

Gil and Nicole entered the waiting room, calling out for the patient’s next of kin. Three young men rose from the plastic chairs and walked toward Nicole and Gil.

“I’m Jake. That is my fiancee; how is she? I need to see her,” the first man asked Gil heatedly.

“Jake, I am Dr. McKinney, this is Nicole. Sir, I am so sorry, but the damage to Marisol’s body was extensive and while we administered chest compressions and oxygen for nearly an hour, her body gave out and she passed away. We are so sorry for your loss,” Gil remained professional and compassionate, but the man lost it.

“How could you let her die? You’re a doctor; aren’t you supposed to save lives?” The man lunged at Gil and he pushed Nicole behind him in an effort to protect her, but the other men were on the two of them before she could call security.

Suddenly all three drew handguns and a shot was fired. Screams filled the waiting room as people scattered, looking for cover.

“Everybody out! But not you two! No, you go back in there and save her! Now! GO!” Jake held his weapon to Gil, while another grabbed Nicole by the arm and held her at gunpoint as well. “MOVE!”

Gil and Nicole both turned and headed back to the procedure room where the woman’s body was covered with a sheet; blood soaking through the white cotton where it laid over her.

“Sir, there was nothing else we could do. Please let us call someone to help you,” Gil remained calm under pressure, as always.

“No! There isn’t anyone else, it is just her! And now she’s gone!” Jake screamed at them once more, Nicole cringing as the gun pressed into her side with more pressure.

“Jake, let her go; you can have me,” Gil tried to reason with him.

“No, you took something from me and now I am going to take something from you!” Jake shouted back.

The man holding Nicole threw her to the ground and bound her hands behind her. She could see them do the same with Gil and now they were back to back on the floor. Jake was pacing the floor, wildly swinging his weapon through the air as he ran his other hand through his short hair.

One man stood outside the door and the other in the corner, waiting for Jake to make a decision. “Blindfold her, Nick; I don’t want her to see what’s coming,” Jake directed his buddy.

The blood rushed from Gil’s face and he reached for Nicole’s hands behind him. “It’s going to be okay, baby. I won’t let him hurt you,” Gil tried to reassure her.

Nicole squeezed back her silent reply and closed her eyes as the large assailant, Nick, searched for something to block her vision. “Scissors, back pocket,” Nicole whispered, hoping the doctor heard her. When she felt his hand squeeze hers once more, she sighed in relief.

Gil’s mind was going crazy with different scenarios playing over and over; thoughts running wild, like children on too much sugar. He was going to do everything in his power to keep Nicole safe. They always say that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone; he wasn’t going to let that happen. Not to her; to them. When they got out of this, he vowed he would tell Nicole how he truly felt.

“Jake Morris? This is Detective Ackles, Houston PD. We are here to help you. What can I get you, Jake?” A tinny voice came through the speaker on the phone in the room.

“You can bring my Marisol back! It wasn’t her fault! It should be me, not her!” Jake’s screams startled Nicole but she didn’t have time to react as Nick finally found some gauze and tightly wrapped her head and eyes. Although she could not see through the gauze, it was still light and she saw shadows pass before her. This gave her some hope.

“Now Jake, we both know I cannot do that. I have Dr. McKinney’s notes in my hand and I can see they did what they could to save her. Do you want to tell me what happened? Jake, I know you have a record and have been in some trouble; tell me about what happened to Marisol so I can help you.” Det. Ackles was calm as he tried to talk Jake down.

Gil’s eyes scanned the room, looking for anything he could. He had been involved with martial arts most of his life and recently picked up Mixed Martial Arts to help him stay in shape, so he knew he could fight one or two people, but there were three and they had guns. His first thought was getting Nicole out and safely away from this situation.

He let go of her hand and extended his fingers as far as they would go, but he couldn’t reach her back pocket. Nicole shifted behind him and he finally gained purchase on her scrubs and felt his fingers close around the handle of the scissors.

“It was just one more time, man; just one more. She wasn’t supposed to be there. She came to ask me to come home, forget the deal. But it went south and she got hit; I screwed it up and now she is dead!” Jake had crawled onto the gurney and was holding Marisol’s hand. His body wracked with sobs as he made his confession.

“Have you still got your blindfold on?” Gil’s voice came from where he was tied up behind Nicole. Gil was able to position the scissors and cut through Nicole’s bindings before working on his own.

“Yes,” she answered, her voice barely a whisper.

“Promise me you won’t take it off until I tell you,” Gil demanded of her. Nicole laid her head back to rest between his shoulder blades and he felt her nod.

A thump could be heard outside the room they were being held in and Gil noticed that the third man was missing from his post outside the door. This drew Nick’s attention, but not Jake’s; he was still on the gurney, repeating Marisol’s name over and over.

Gil saw his opportunity and gave Nicole warning to run and hide. She pulled the gauze off her eyes, blinking rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the room and launched herself through the second set of doors as Gil jumped up to make his move.

Gil was smaller than Nick, but what he lacked in weight and height, he made up with speed and agility. Gil swung out his right leg, landed a solid kick to the larger man’s kidney, bringing him to his knees. Gil lurched forward, kicking once more at his hand, knocking the weapon free and it skidded across the floor.

Both men fought for purchase on the slippery floor, but Gil was faster and reached the gun first, his foot connecting with Nick’s nose in a crunch and a rush of blood.

The door burst open and two armed officers restrained Nick in cuffs. Jake hadn’t even noticed them in the room, until they tore him from Marisol’s dead body and forced the cuffs on him.

Another officer entered the room and relieved Gill of the weapon, before shaking his hand. “What you did was reckless and stupid, but you did good, Doc,” the man told him.

“Couldn’t let anything happen to my girl, Detective,” Gil admitted to the officer, a smile lighting up his face.

“Jesus H Christ Gil, you both coulda been killed! And I ain’t going to my best friend’s funeral ‘cause he was stupid!” Det. Ackles shouted at him.

“Jack, come on! We train together; don’t think so little of me,” Gil reminded him.

“Yeah, yeah. Go get yer girl, Doc.” Det. Ackles wrapped Gil in a bear hug before releasing him to find Nicole. “She’s at the nurse’s station getting checked out by an EMT.”

“Oh, that is going to go over like a lead balloon. You know she trains those guys, right?” Gil laughed as he darted out of the room.

~*~

Later that night, Gil and Nicole were cuddled up on his couch, a blanket covering them both as each of them silently replayed the night’s events, the television providing the only light in the room.

Gil turned his body, disturbing Nicole. “Hey, I, um, I gotta say something. After tonight, what happened, what could have happened, I need you to know something. This has been an amazing year and I want the whole world to know. About you. About us.”

“Gil, are you sure? I don’t want to jeopardize anything for either one of us at work.” Nicole’s brows furrowed with concern.

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life, except that you are the most important part of it. Tonight, I thought I was going to lose you and that would have been a fate worse than death. I love you, Nicole Elizabeth, will you marry me?” Gil had dropped to one knee in front of her and held out a simple diamond solitaire on a gold band. “It was my grandmother’s.”

“Oh Gil, I was so scared I might lose you tonight, too. I love you. Yes, I will marry you. I would be honored to wear your grandmother’s ring,” her voice clear in the quiet space as he slipped the ring on her finger.

“I am never going to let anything happen to you. You have my word on that,” Gil promised her forever as he held the girl of his dreams in his arms that night and every night after that.

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[blkpnkwriting]

a different kind of famous

part i. / part ii.

BLACKPINK x Reader, heist!au

Rated: M

Warnings: blood, violence, guns, swearing

Word count: 3,571

     You are on the brink of infamy. This heist proved it wouldn’t be as simple as once thought.

     “Okay, one last time ---”

    A set of twinkling eyes met your own in the rearview mirror.

    “Y/N, you’re leading the heist. Enter through the front, watch the operation, and lock down for the off chance you’re immediately compromised.” The gaze in the reflection shifted to the person beside you, Lisa, whose nails clicked restlessly on the door handle, a rhythmic pattern. “Lisa, apprehend the security. Fire if you have to, but only for the legs --- we’re not trying to kill anyone. Once you have them down, secure the panic button, and assume your position on the counters to help watch the operation.” Again, the stare settled on the other side of you, where Rosé sat silently until she was addressed. As cued, she swept her subtle ginger locks off her shoulders, gathering it up to twist with nimble fingers into a tight bun at the crown of her head. “You, Rosie, are the stitch for this entire heist. Lisa and Y/N will have taken care of your guard duty, so all you have to do is make sure you can crack the vault and grab as much as you can. Don’t overburden yourself, it’ll make escaping difficult. Once you’ve filled everyone’s bags, disperse them evenly.”

    Finally, Jennie turned from the mirror to her passenger. Jisoo didn’t bother looking up from her laptop computer to know that she would be briefed next. “Lastly, Jisoo is our eyes and ears. She’ll only relay the important details via your earpieces if needed. Once you’ve secured the money, we’ll know, and she’ll guide you out the best possible exit where I’ll be waiting. Remember not to get too comfortable once we have you, because it’s only a short distance until the trade-off. By then, police should be onto us.”

    Jennie twisted to face you all, an expression only worn during these missions in place now: serious, calculating, and all business. “We have to be quick, but we have to be rational. No room for mistakes or for screwing around. This is our biggest heist yet. We can’t fuck up.”

    The incessant tapping abruptly stopped as Lisa picked up her ski mask from her lap, pausing just before her face. “Yeah, and just so we’re all clear, I’m totally going to be making Snapchat worthy ugly faces at you guys the entire time I’m wearing this scratchy mask.” With that and a snicker, she pulled the material over her features, hair already drawn up.

    There was a smirk on your face as you followed suit, donning the mask and fixing it until it no longer bothered you... as much. You looked down at your garb, pleased with how well it cloaked your figure to the point that it was difficult to even assume what gender you were. Which was the whole point. A bullet proof vest, not only for safety, also served to pad your curves beneath the baggy zip-up. And if you weren’t about to rob a bank, you could wear your sweatpants to a hip-hop dance practice. As far as anyone could tell, you and your partners could be women, or you could be slender men, especially with Lisa and Rosé above average in height. After all, this wasn’t your first burglary.

    There was a roll of her eyes from Jennie, though you could see the fondness behind it, and then she was facing around again. Slender fingers started the engine, the expendable “get-away” car rattling to life. You weren’t about to spend more money than you were about to steal on some fancy escape car. A junker would do. Especially for what you planned to do with it once you were safely out of the bank. It was your favorite part, but you couldn’t focus on that. Not when the ball hadn’t started rolling on your operation yet.

    The particular bank that you all had in mind was one that was open after-hours. By “after-hours” they meant a couple hours after traffic died down from the rush home at the end of the work day, making it accessible for those too busy to make the trip during the regular times. It was your prime target: an establishment that wouldn’t conflict with traffic, person and car, while allowing you all to easily slip into the cover of the oncoming nightfall.

    You played with the safety on your semi-automatic rifle, situated between your legs, pointed downwards. The black duffel bags provided enough cover that any passersby close to the car would have a hard time spotting the weapons. You’ve never shot anyone before, and desperately hoped you never would, but you certainly felt comfortable holding someone up on the other end of it. There was a power that overcame you, and you were scared of becoming drunk on it. Probably why you’ve never even fired the thing. Lisa has, on multiple occasions. You might even say she enjoyed the rambunctious quality of guns. Fitting. But you would happily leave all the firing to her, and she was happy to do so.

    The city flitted by, Jennie’s expert driving maintaining a low profile as you neared ever closer to the location. Jisoo hadn’t looked up once from her laptop, multiple windows sifting continually through her watch on the screen. This wasn’t some spontaneous decision. This was very much premeditated, going so far as months prior to where you sat now. It gave Jisoo enough time to safely insert herself in the bank’s security system, as well as the local police department’s dispatch broadcast, and other technologically inclined bases that you yourself weren’t privy to. All that time spent playing video games really paid off, nourishing the eldest’s interests until she became somewhat of an impressive hacker.

    The whole time, Rosé sat quietly beside you. There wasn’t a bit of movement or noise from her, and she stared straight ahead. You knew better than to disturb her. It was her way of preparing herself, attuning herself so that when it came down to the pressure of being the one who would get you inside the vault, to your cash, she wouldn’t crack. Beside the rifle at her feet, all she was equipped with was a stethoscope. It sounded mundane and altogether too simple, but it worked. You’ve seen it happen. Like some sort of diabolical doctor, she would crouch at the door, chestpiece pressed beside the dial. The job would be done within minutes. She had to have good hearing or something, because that was also another job to this whole heist you could never do.

    The car rolled to a stop, and you knew it was game time. Jisoo’s fingertips hardly paused on the keyboard as you arrived, teeth worrying into her lip. The coast was clear, signaled by a two-fingered gesture. With the slightest of nods from Jennie in the rearview mirror, Lisa threw open the door and jumped out. You followed, Rosé close behind, and together, you charged the front doors to the bank you had pulled up in front of. You didn’t have to look to know that Jennie and Jisoo were already gone.

    Your gloved left hand dug into your hoodie pocket, producing a portable voice distorter that you raised to your mouth just as Lisa and Rosé burst open the doors to the lobby. The butt of your rifle rested in the crook of your shoulder and aimed at the small gathering of innocents, eyes widening in shock at the sight before you were shouting into the mouthpiece. “I need EVERYONE to get on the ground NOW!”

    Like clockwork, your hostages lowered themselves to the ground, some collapsing rather awkwardly. There had been plenty of instances for you to practice ignoring the cries of fear that began to muffle against the marble floor. Instead, you had bigger fish to fry, and having memorized the blueprints Jisoo had drawn out, you knew exactly where to look for the guard detail. As suspected, three security officers were stationed systematically through the lobby, and as Lisa motioned for the bank teller who appeared to be attempting a swipe for the panic button, a guard rounded the corner for her. You couldn’t reach her in time, seeing as you stared down the barrel of your own rifle at a lady guard who visibly shook in front of you. She reluctantly lowered her handgun to the floor in surrender.

    “Drop the weapon!” a guard’s voice hollered in the large open space. A Glock quivered in Lisa’s direction. You glanced at Rosé, watching in mild surprise as she kicked the second guard’s gun away from reach and withdrew zip ties from her duffel bag on her back. It prompted you to do the same, but ---

    A gunshot echoed off the walls, several screams bleeding into the noise in a disorienting din.

    “The next time won’t just be her foot,” Lisa’s warbled voice threatened. One hand held a voice distorter to her mask, the other pointed for what you could guess was the bank teller on the ground. There was a short pause as the last guard hesitated. Then, with a few choice swears beneath his breath, he shuffled to the floor, sliding his gun to Lisa’s feet. You finally bent to zip tie your guard, distracted by the lame start to your operation. Lisa disappeared behind the stations once you had moved near enough to apprehend her opponent, and you slid the tie into its tightest notch on the man’s wrists.

    Things were going almost as planned. With the security patrol sloppily captured, you returned to the front doors. An imaginary scene played before your eyes, of the police arriving and storming the building, but you pushed it out of your mind. Just because the bust hadn’t gone as cleanly as previous heists didn’t mean this one wouldn’t succeed. Instead, you seized the security gate and dragged it along, locking it at the other side. Behind you, you could hear Lisa climbing atop the counter, and once you turned around, saw her cradling her rifle, gazing out upon your hostages. Rosé was nowhere to be seen, but the vault Jisoo explicated was just down a barred corridor where you could see if an unaccounted guard attempted to thwart her proceedings.

    Now, you wait. It made your skin itch, but you paced in a nonchalant manner about the hall, hoping to appear as though none of it didn’t bother you. Of course it bothered you, but this was the way things had to be. You were the leader of your little crew, and it was your duty to hold it together. For Lisa and for Rosé.

      You counted the guards: one, two, three. Still on the ground, still handcuffed, and you ignored the young woman crying softly in a corner. The bank teller would live. Lisa’s aim was true, and you had yet to ever see a news report about your infamous heists having any casualties. All you had to do was stick to the plan. Jennie and Jisoo’s plans always worked.

    It felt like forever, but the clock above read it had been all of three minutes when Rosé’s figure came jogging back into view, dropping her duffel full of cash on the counter Lisa perched on. Lisa slipped hers off, tossing it to your vault robber, and she was gone again. Just a couple more minutes.

    You could stomach this.

    Rosé returned, headed for you. You met her halfway as you removed your duffel strap from your shoulder, trading the bags between you two. Your eyes met, Rosé wordlessly searching for something in you. You turned away before she could surmise anything, throwing your bag onto your back. The weight of the money was a little more than unwelcoming, and you were already sweating through your damn clothes, but it would be worth it. Literally.

    Your earpiece crackled. Lisa jumped in your peripheral as hers did the same, but Rosé’s back continued retreating to her task. Jisoo’s voice came, sounding oddly automatic.

    “Five minutes left. Police have been alerted to suspicious activity. Suggested point of exit: back of building, through service entrance. We’ll be waiting.”

    Lisa hopped off the counters, stooping to lift the bank teller. The gun in her hand was enough to frighten the woman from doing anything but obeying. They walked from around the counters so she couldn’t reach the panic button, and dropped her off on the floor with the rest of the hostages. Then she motioned for the direction Rosé had gone, and you followed suit. You tread backwards so that your eyes remained on your hostages, counting the guards once again, and as Rosé joined you with the third and last duffel bag, you lifted your voice distorter to your lips. “Thank you for your cooperation.”

    Then you broke into a sprint together. The sound of leather combat soles slapping the marble floor reverberated with you the entire way as the three of you snaked along halls that you pictured in your head. Jisoo’s blueprints were surprisingly coherent and accurate, and you turned a corner, aching to be free of this place. The service entrance was in sight.

    A figure darted into view. A target painted on your chest. The first round struck your vest, but the power behind it was enough to knock the wind from your lungs. You nearly tripped and fell at the shock and fear that riddled you. The second gunshot hurt a lot worse.

    A series of rapid reports deafened your ears, a cacophony in the small hallway. Time slowed, your legs sluggish. God, could you run any slower? Suddenly, you didn’t want to anymore. Before you, the omitted guard crumpled to the ground, red leaking onto the floor. Was that blood? A shocking amount. You wish you hadn’t looked down, but you did, and as you passed over his prone body, you saw the light of the scones reflecting in dead eyes.

    Dead.

    The air inside had been so heavy and thick that when you rushed out into the night, it was like a completely different climate. You breathed deeply, thankful for the fresh air, but your breath only went so far before stopping short. It came back out in a rush of pain, a gasping grimace, your free hand flying up to your shoulder, and when you pulled your fingers away, you saw them coated in sticky crimson.

    “Shit!” Rosé spat, a tender hand on your arm as she forced you to face her. Acknowledging it only made it hurt worse, and you felt tears spring to your eyes. In pain? In fear? You weren’t sure, but it wasn’t the worst of it just yet. Between the adrenaline and the pressure to conform to your duty, to complete your task, the predicament sat patiently at bay. At any second, it would cripple you. For now, you were still standing.

    “We have to go!” Lisa snapped, already jogging down the alley, thick soled boots kicking debris. In the background sat a nondescript car you knew to hold Jennie and Jisoo, waiting for you. Rosé’s hand never left your elbow as you ran. You didn’t need the support, but you definitely wanted it.

    “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he would be there!” Jisoo apologized the moment you had stepped foot inside the cabin. There were tears in her eyes, a lip quivering. You couldn’t hear the rest of what she had to say, a ringing beginning in the back of your skull. Jennie peeled off, the momentum throwing you against the back of your seat, tires screeching. Rosé was quick to yank down your zipper to open your hoodie, and stretched the collar of your shirt to the side. The gasp that came didn’t make you feel any better about the damage, and you counted your breaths again to make sure you didn’t start hyperventilating.

    “The bullet went right through you,” Rosé reported, ripping off her mask now. Seeing her naked face expressed all the concern she was feeling for you. “All we have to do is close up the wound. I can do that for you once we’re clear.”

    Jisoo was still wound around in her front seat, gaping in horror at your shoulder. It was evident the guilt she felt, written on her features, and while you didn’t feel the slightest bit of anger to blame her with, it didn’t help your panic. Your teeth grit together, warding off whatever you felt building up inside, when Lisa spoke.

    “We’re being followed.” Her voice, even without the distortor, sounded hollow. It occurred to you then that she was the one who shot the guard in retaliation. Not once, or twice, or even three times. The amount of gunfire you heard couldn’t be numbered, and wouldn’t be until the autopsy.

    It broke her stare, and Jisoo turned back around in her seat to glance through a couple pages. A finger pressed on her earpiece. After a few seconds, her voice returned, eerie. “It’s a squad car. They’re tailing us because they aren’t sure if we’re the right car... they’re calling reinforcements.”

    You sank lower instinctively, wincing at the movement sending lances of pain through your arm. It was already starting. Rosé held a hand over your wound, pressing in a way that made you want to push her off, but knew better. She was staunching the flow. She didn’t care for what was happening around her, only that she was taking care of you. You met her eyes again, and again, she tried to find something in yours. You were too weak to fight it away this time, and her fingers curled possessively over your shoulder, palm still levying the blood.

    Simultaneously, gunfire erupted from behind you and beside you. Glass shattered, raining down on your head in a glistening curtain, just as Rosé dove to cover your body with hers. You could see out of the corner of your eye Lisa, crouched on the cushion backwards, rifle seated on the headrest. Her finger pulled again and again and again on the trigger until tires screamed. At first, you thought it was your car down, the way Jennie whipped to the side abruptly. Instead, a glow of orange whirred past you, a police car skidding off the road into a series of parked cars. You thought you saw it flip, but it was merely a glimpse, and Rosé had yet to remove herself from above you. Lisa sat back down beside you, hands still assuming position on her rifle, and she stared blankly ahead. You couldn’t possibly understand what she was feeling right now.

    It seemed the crash caused a distraction, as no other cars followed you. Jennie sped through the streets, knowing. It felt like hours had passed, but you knew it couldn’t have taken that long. Your perception was warped, and you wondered idly just how much blood you had lost. Rosé's hand was inked in your blood, running down her wrist to beneath her sleeve. It didn’t seem to bother her. Only that you were okay. If her hand wasn’t on your shoulder, you felt like you would have fallen apart.

    When the car slowed, you felt the panic rise in the back of your throat like bile. You weren’t sure what for, but she stopped beneath an overpass, in the shadows of the side of the road. Rosé helped you from your seat, slinging the extra duffel onto her back, while the rest filed out of the car with all their personal effects. At least you had made it this far. And now it was time for the best part. 

    Parked in a Dumpster lot was your next car, ready for the taking. You were in a sketchy part of town, where no one would second guess a random car in some dank alley. It even fit the role, dinged and with tinted windows. A hand now circled your waist for extra support as you approached the vehicle. Jisoo took a set of keys from her pocket, unlocking the passenger side to toss her gear onto the seat. Lisa’s movements were robotic, setting herself on the hood of the car, looking suspicious with her gun out in the open on her lap. Gone was her will to care, as well as the usual light in her eyes. You didn’t know what to say to her to make it better. Lisa wasn’t a murderer. The world would soon think differently.

    Together, you all faced where Jennie still remained beside the original car. From the depths of her backpack, she revealed a weapon of her own. A simple tug of the pin, and she tossed the low-grade grenade into the seats. In the streetlight, you could see your blood smeared on the back cushions. Jennie didn’t bother returning to you at a pace faster than a walk. Her eyes were cast down as she joined you all at the car. No one said anything as you piled inside, and she took off out of the alley, squealing on stagnant drain water. 

    The grenade detonated. You didn’t even flinch as an eruption shook the street like an earthquake. It was a plume of dark smoke, roiling from under the overpass, exuding debris that fell in increments upon the road, striking buildings. The car was demolished, and with it, any traces of your crime.

    All eyes were on the rearview mirror.

[mrsmamasan-blog]

Three weeks ago I become a mom. Here is Evelynn's birthstory: Jan 2nd at 4pm I have a catheter balloon (or rather, two) inserted into my cervix to dilate and draw it forward as I was making no progress, was very posterior, and we feared that my fibroid would prevent any natural progress. So my doc suggested we try the balloon to see if we could kickstart something. I was nervous about getting it out in place, but it was pretty much painless, making me optimistic about being able.to handle the contractions it was supposed to cause. Whoops. 7pm, husband and I go to dinner and have to get boxes to take out halfway through because I am so uncomfortable. I want a bath and to lay down. I'm being hit with what feels like sporadic period cramps, only they get real sharp and come on hard and fast. Nothing regular so I shrug and assume it's the catheter doing some work. We go home. 10pm, I wake husband from dead sleep because I am no longer 'uncomfortable'. I hurt. Not the worst pain I've ever felt or anything, but like intense diarrhea cramps in my belly that are now 'regular'. I'm more excited than in pain but we have a 45min drive to the hospital so I don't want to risk it. I refused to have my baby in town or on the side of the highway, so a quick call to St Luke's l&d and we were on our way. Poor husband. I warned him this drive was going to be uncomfortable for us both. But I didn't realize how bad. I can't sit still, the pain is increasing and coming in waves that are more regular. I'm snappish and miserable. Husband is nervous and trying to keep me from biting his head off. He mostly succeeds by being his goofy self. I love him. Once at the hospital we are checked into triage and I am offered a shot of morphine to take the edge off the pain. I take it, all my lofty ideals about not needing drugs going to the wayside. Oh well. It helped. A lot. I had the catheter removed and when it came out my water broke. The contractions however, were weak and my cervix was struggling to dilate further because of the fibroid. Bring on the pictocin. I was not willing to go straight to c section. I'm glad I didn't. But I was optimistic under the pictocin because it was started while I was still under the effects of the morphine shot. Ha! That was short lived. My new plan was to use nitrous gas to manage the pain until I was 6 or 7 cm dilated and then get an epidural. I didn't want it sooner because of the risk of it wearing off before active pushing is so much higher. I wanted to wait so I would be sure to have it be effective for the hardest part. Whoops. Kidding. Sort of. I'm glad I decided to wait as long as I could, but it turned out to be less by choice and more by circumstance. When the morphine wore off, the pictocin was still not wide open, it was moderately high and baby was tolerating everything just fine. When the nitrous came I was beginning to squirm and cry out again with the pain of the contractions which were coming every three mins for a minute at a time. Hard. I greedily sucked on the mask, waiting for even the barest hint of a fog in my brain... Nothing. No pain relief, no drug effect on my brain, no help in breathing either as the stupid mask vibrated against my body and cheeks every time I gasped. After twenty mins of trying to get some sort of effect, I yanked it off and asked them to take it away and shoot me with some fentanyl. The nurse warned "it lasts maybe 20mins and you can only have a dose every 2hrs" I guess I still was fighting through the contractions because I accepted that instead of going to the epidural. Which was a mistake. I should have requested to be checked at least. But I didn't. I thought that I could use 20mins of relief to power through two hours before getting g the epidural. Whoops. The fentanyl lasted maybe ten mins. It took the barest edge off of my contractions. The pictocin at this point was wide open. Within an hour, my co tractions were coming every minute and lasting almost a whole minute. And they were coupled. Meaning it would start to fade then jump right back up, looking like Batman's mask silhouette on the Toco screen. I was in hell. It hurt so bad. I was crying and screaming. Your typical horror story worst case mental image of pregnant woman in labor... And I wasn't even pushing! Later I was told that pictocin contractions are so much worse, which was a nice sop to my wounded dignity. But I have no shame in telling you that it was the worst two hours of my life, or rather, it was the hardest two hours of my life. It seemed never to end. And just when you think that you can't take it anymore, that it can't possibly get any harder... It keeps going. There is no rest or relief. And no time to catch your breath. Poor nurses kept telling me to breath. Unfortunately, between the crying and the mask vibrating on my face earlier, my nose was closed for business. All I could do was gasp like a fish and yell. My husband was nearly pulling his hair out, but wisely saying nothing. He just held my hand and did whatever the nurses told him to do. I was in my own world at the time, just trying to survive from pain peak to pain peak. I begged for the epidural. She checked me, I was six, maybe seven cm. Yay me. I didn't care, I could've been three cm and I would have begged. Oddly though, I didn't have any faith that it would work. In my mind it was just the next inevitable step to the c section I had hoped to avoid but was now thinking about fondly. They hooked up a bag of fluids and worked to drain it into me as quick as possible (you have to have drained half of it before the anesthesiologist will see you) once he came in though, he got set up in record time. Then the horror. "You have to sit up and bend over the pillow to round your back to me. I am going to work as fast as I can, but you can not move." I was so afraid. The contractions never ended only lessened for what felt like a few seconds before pounding me again. And I couldn't stay still through them. I was going to fuck this up. But he told me "this Will help you. You will get relief. But you can not move. Under any circumstances. The procedure might hurt, the contractions may hit, but stay absolutely still." Game on. I didn't feel the needle or anything. I just stared intently at the Toco screen the entire time. Waiting. But it was over before the next crest. And by the fifth, I was feeling cool medication running down my spine. Praise the epidural. A thousand blessings to whomever invented that brilliant procedure. It was glorious. I felt nothing but mild pressure and I could still move my legs! It was the most perfect epidural ever. They stuck a peanut shaped ball between my knees to help my hips do something, and turned me from side to side e edy fifteen mins. I slept. Jan 3rd at 1925 I woke up and said to my nurse and husband "something feels different, I think it's time to push". Because I had control over my legs still, the nurse let me squat and push for most of the time I was pushing. They broke down the bed and I grabbed that bar and bore down with every contraction. It wasn't painful, the epidural was on point. The pressure was building and it was exhausting work. But not painful. Until the end. It does burn. I felt it burning near my butt and my upper bits. I said to my husband "my clit is on fire" to which he just looked at me like I was crazy. He was preoccupied with looking at the head of hair that was crowning through my folds. They brought a mirror so I could see her head of hair and I had them take it down. It just discouraged me to push so hard and see progress then see her head slink back a ways. I didn't want to touch her head either. I was afraid to take my hands off of the bar and lose more progress, "I want to hold her, not touch her head". 9:03pm on Jan 3rd, a first and second degree tear, an "oh my god babe, she's coming!" From my husband, and my doctor yelling to him "get pictures!" She was here. She was perfect (though at first she looked like a mini Voldemort) She is perfect :)