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Augusnippets Day 29: Singing

cw: aftermath of/referenced torture and captivity

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for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 665

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Benji hummed quietly from the spare bed, an open paperback on his knee, words neglected and unread. It felt weird to watch Sahota sleep, but he couldn't take his eyes away. Every little shift, every change in breathing spiked his nerves. He was healing now, filling in, looking almost healthy, but he still wore the remnants of his weeks in the cell.

They'd almost been too late. Benji couldn't shake that. He'd still been recovering when Joy and Jer finally found Sahota, bedbound for almost a week after his own horrible ordeal, but it all felt so small when they'd carried him in.

He'd been almost skeletal, bruised up and unconscious, his torso wrapped in a hasty bandage that was oozing blood from everywhere. Benji didn't need to be in the medbay anymore by the time they got to him, but he'd moved back in anyway. Couldn't leave him alone for a second, couldn't let him wake up to being alone, because that had sure fucked him up the first few nights, and—

Sahota coughed in his sleep, and a zap went through Benji's nerves at the sound. His eyes went to the man's face, scanning for anything wrong, seeing nothing but an expression that looked almost peaceful.

Okay. Good.

He continued humming, a little louder now in an effort to calm his nerves. 

The summers die, one by one. How soon they fly…

Yeesh. Maybe a little on the nose.

Good morning Baaaltimore, every day's like an ooopen door—

“Y’singing?”

Benji nearly jumped out of his skin. He hadn't realized Sahota was awake. Had he woken with the cough? Or before it? Had Benji woken him up?

“Uh. Humming,” he answered. “So kind of?”

“Mm.”

Neither of them said anything for a moment, and Benji found himself holding way too still. He was a little irritated that he couldn't tell if it was residual jitters from his stint in the cell or just regular awkwardness.

Sahota was the one to break the silence.

“You don't have to stop.”

“Yeah?” It was all he could think to say in the moment.

“Better than silence.”

Yeah. He got that much. Humming and singing under his breath had been the only way he could comfort himself, especially once they started leaving the bag on. His captors didn't like it, but it was the one thing he kept coming back to, even after they'd hit him for it a few times. Silence was a killer.

“Any requests?” he said lightly. 

“Anything you want,” Sahota responded, shifting against his pillows. 

“Hope you like showtunes.”

The other man let out a quiet chuckle, and Benji smiled at the sound. “Sure. You know the Flintstones theme?”

He had to keep himself from busting out laughing. The man was bedbound, he had to cut him some slack here. “That's not what I mean by showtunes,” he said. “I'm thinking more along the lines of Broadway musicals.”

Sahota's eyebrows went up slightly, though his eyes remained closed. “I liked The Lion King. Does that count?”

“The musical?”

“No, the cartoon. Is there a musical?”

This time, Benji did laugh. “Oh, you have a lot to learn.”

“Are you planning on teaching me?”

“I can go on for hours if that's what you want.”

“Beats listening to my own heartbeat.”

“Then don't say I didn't warn you.” Fuck, he wanted to launch into something fun, perform a one-man Wicked, find a way to bring the life back into Sahota---and introduce a hardcore spy man to Broadway, to boot.

But they were both exhausted, and killing silence didn't mean getting loud, not right away.

“Let me take you back to the musical that started it all,” he said. “For me, at least.”

“Yeah?”

“Promise not to laugh.”

A chuckle. “Cross my heart.”

Benji took a breath. It had been ages since he'd sang for an audience, even an audience of one. But right now, this felt like something they both needed.

“Memory, turn your face to the moonlight. Let your memory lead you, open up, enter in…”

[mchiti]

quant'è forte zirkzee comunque cioè noi prelevato arna da loro e loro hanno lui, io sono ..... credo fosse l'anno scorso mi ricordo che guardavo un video allenamento del bayern dove si esercitavano in volleys in coppia la quantità di gol fatti.......

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

Studio TV Solutions presents Half Life VR but the AI are Self-Aware (2020) [not a real movie]. A movie with a totally improv’d script starring a moltey crew who are sure to give you a rip-roarin’ good time!

anyway hi new au just dropped. i’m calling it HLVRAIM. it’s HLVRAI but it’s a blockbuster movie and the science team are played by actors. i have many thought on backstories n stuff that i will stick under a “read more” here otherwise this post will be hella long on people’s dashes. 👇👍 pls care about this i thought so hard and much

Half Life VR but the AI are Self-Aware was put out by Studio TV Solutions in 2020 and destroyed the box office with how fun it was and how well the cast played off one another. The cast was given a general outline for the script with the goal for it to be mostly improv.

Gordon Freeman: Mannie Flores (Dominican American, age 28, he/him) - Popular Youtuber/Twitch streamer (“Radi0Mann”). Got offered the role in HLVRAI thanks to the creative things he’s done in his Youtube/Twitch career. This is his first “official” acting gig. He was pretty starstruck at first, but then as he got to know everyone, he realized they’re all a bunch of dorks (affectionate). - Started off as a gaming channel, but then started branching off into various creative endeavors as he got more popular. He still plays games too though. - One of the things Mannie did in his internet career that hit the mainstream was when he wrote, directed, starred in, and filmed his own movie in just 2 weeks because he failed a bet with his audience. Except the movie was actually really good and funny and heartfelt (i want to say it was about “a man who got left behind on earth after everyone else was raptured because god literally forgot about him”, but i think the concept might’ve been done already). - Met Benji through HLVRAI. They hit it off and now they’re dating. They tried to keep it secret for a while but Mannie had a slip-up during a stream that sort of blew it out of the water.

Benrey: Benji Song (Japanese/Chinese, age 30, he/they) - Started off as a film sound designer in the industry, then through a series of silly willy little events—possibly even shenanigans—got roped into a role in a passion indie film that became wildly acclaimed and flung him into the spotlight. Been an actor ever since, but isn’t the most proactive in taking jobs much to their agent’s annoyance. People never know where he’ll pop up next. Sometimes Benji will sneak in sound designer work behind their agent’s back. - Honestly likes background work more because everyone’s got these expectations of them as an actor that they feel pressured to meet. But he’s also afraid of disappointing people. He’s working on it. - Met their partner Mannie through HLVRAI. Totally was a fan of his streams/videos beforehand though. When they mention that, Mannie gets flustered. - Does music as a hobby. Electronic stuff mostly—enjoys mashing together all sorts of sounds and trying to make them work. After HLVRAI, Mannie’s streams gets cool new music that’s made by somebody going by “johnwicklover1994.” wink

Harold Coomer: Hau’oli “Hau” Kaleo-Kirchhoff (Hawaiian/Samoan, age 66, he/him) - Old musician who’s supposed to be retired but once in a while will release a song or even do a concert (but nothing crazy). - Hau’oli is pronounced [hh-ow-oh-lee], but he also goes by “Hau” for the haoles’ sake. :) Kaleo is [kah-leh-oh]. also Hau’oli sounds a little bit like the name Holly so that’s a fun coincidence i didn’t realize until later. - Most of his music is chill island tunes but he has been known to dabble in rock and jazz. - Married to Mose (been together for 30 years and counting).

Bubby: Mose Kaleo-Kirchhoff (German, age 69 [nice], xe/him) - Veteran actor—been in the acting industry for a long time. One of his more well-known roles was in a popular sci-fi series. - Married to Hau’oli (they got married the moment it was legal). - i went with a name that started with “M” cuz when Gordon first asks Bubby for his name, xe’s like, “mmm Bubby.” and i headcanon it’s because Mose was about to say xir own name and had to swerve last minute and the thing his brain resorted to was Bubby lol.

Tommy Coolatta: Luis Tanglao (Filipino, age 37, he/they) - Child star who dropped out of the industry when he hit his teens and then came back years later as a comedian. He has material about how fucked up being a child star was. Will only take acting roles if it interests them. - They don’t care about how the public/media sees him. He’ll speak his mind and call out BS when he sees it. Interviewing them can be a war zone. - Hosts a popular podcast with some buds they discuss things like video games, their lives, news, etc. Just shooting the shit. - Sunkist is their actual dog and she modeled for the png photo that was used. Her name is actually Biko. She is a very good girl. <3

Darnold Pepper: Sage Haven (African American, age 40, he/her/they) - Famous cooking show host who gets offered roles in movies. Got popular by how unconventional her meals and cooking methods are and how funny he is. - Has had multiple food/cooking/baking shows over the years. Every competition-based one they’ve had focused more on good vibes, fun, and encouraging one another rather than drama. One show involved people competing to see who could make the best full course meal with the catch being they could only cook everything in a microwave. Many microwaves perished. - Changed their name to Sage Haven during their transition. They chose it because it reflects his passion and also is a play on the phrase “safe haven”, which is what she wants to be to others. - He has an adoptive daughter named Kit. She helped them think up bits and jokes. She also had to help explain what Half-Life was.

haven’t gotten to gman and forzen’s actors yet unfortunately. thinking gman’s actor could be a talk show host? because that would be funny. anyway thanks for humoring me on my shenanigans. bye

[smilesrobotlover]

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Part 6 :000 Rusl and Benji have a conversation.

Transcript:

Page 26:

Rusl: hm, seems like you’re the man.

Benji: huh?

Rusl: looks like you’re as lost as us! My name’s Rusl.

Benji: … Benji…

Rusl: nice to meet you! How can I ask you… why did you just attack a man in the woods?

Page 27:

Benji: well… look, I just needed information.

Rusl: so… you attacked me?

Benji: I needed to get information out of you SOMEHOW!

Benji: the other guy I talked to wasn’t very helpful.

Rusl: the other guy, right. That’s my friend you concussed.

Page 28:

Benji: … sorry

Rusl: *sigh* well, lucky you, you don’t gotta force anything outta me. You see, I think we’re all in the same boat.

Benji: what do you mean?

Rusl: well, I was out looking for my son when I found a blue portal in his home.

Page 29:

Rusl: when I went in, I found myself here surrounded by other men who were also searching for someone.

Rusl: I take it you were searching for someone before you found yourself in an unfamiliar world. Yes?

Benji: …yes…

Rusl: who?

Benji: …my son…

Rusl: heh, so we ARE in the same boat.

Benji: no. You don’t understand. I’m sure YOU’RE worried about YOUR son… but… MY son is…

Page 30:

Benji: my son is special…

Rusl: let me guess, he’s a hero of Hyrule?

Benji: … how did you know that?

Rusl: my son is also a hero of Hyrule. As is everyone else’s missing people.

Benji: wait, you lost me. How is that possible?

Benji: I thought there was only one hero?

Rusl: yes, but not across time! My theory is that we’re from different eras.

Benji: different ERAS?!

[uhhlifeig]

Map - September 28 - word count: 460 - @wolfstarmicrofic

James Potter was supposed to be in the common room studying for his N.E.W.T.s, but he was bored out of his mind.

So, instead of reviewing notes, he found himself unfolding the Marauders’ Map on the table in front of him.

He tapped his wand on the parchment, whispering, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Lines of ink spread across the surface, revealing the familiar layout of Hogwarts, with tiny moving dots labeled by name. James’s eyes scanned the map, searching for a distraction.

He noticed Peter in the library, probably pretending to study but more likely staring at Benjy Fenwick. 

Lily was on the seventh floor- probably doing Head Girl things. And there, near the second floor, were two dots he was very familiar with.

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

But something was off. They were... stationary? In a broom closet?

James narrowed his eyes suspiciously, leaning closer to the map. 

What are they doing in there?

He waited for the dots to move- maybe they were pulling a prank or hiding something, but no. The two dots remained huddled together, and James couldn’t help but feel a bit more curious than usual.

"Come on," he muttered to himself. "What are you up to?"

He watched the map for another few seconds before something clicked.

James's mouth twitched into a grin. He had a suspicion, and if he was right…

No way.

With a quick glance to make sure no one was watching him, James shoved the map into his bag and took off, making his way down to the second floor as fast as he could without drawing too much attention.

It didn’t take long to find the broom closet in question. 

It was tucked away at the end of a corridor, and James could already hear the faint sound of muffled voices coming from behind the door.

Grinning, James carefully pressed his ear against the wood. What he heard confirmed everything.

“Pads—” came Remus’s voice, sounding breathless, “We can’t- what if someone- ?”

“Shut up, Moony,” Sirius’s voice responded teasingly. “No one’s going to find us in here. Besides...” There was a rustling sound, followed by a soft laugh. “You weren’t complaining a minute ago.”

James’s eyes widened, and he had to cover his mouth with his hand to stop himself from laughing out loud. He could barely believe what he was hearing.

Sirius and Remus? Snogging? In a broom closet?

James stood there for a moment, contemplating whether he should interrupt them. He could already picture Sirius’s reaction- a mix of annoyance and embarrassment- and Remus would probably turn bright red, which James found absolutely hilarious. 

But then again... maybe he’d let them have their moment. They deserved it.

[bubblegum-blackwood]

Vamptember Day 28: News

Vampire Chronicles characters as The Onion headlines

Lestat:

Louis:

Claudia:

Armand:

Daniel:

Marius:

Louis:

Lestat:

Armand:

Daniel:

Louis:

Benji:

Dare I say Lestat:

Louis:

Benji:

Marius:

Claudia:

Armand:

Louis and Lestat:

Gabrielle:

Mael:

Daniel:

Louis:

Marius:

Daniel:

And . . . the fandom 🥲

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfics - Crack Fic

Words: 986 😅

@wolfstarmicrofic

🌙✨🌙✨🌙

Moony

(13:47) Sirius, I’m going to fucking murder you in your sleep. 😌

Padfoot

(13:48) you can try

(13:48) but

(13:48) i’ve been awake for hours

Prongs

(13:48) What did he do now?/

Moony

(13:48) He knows what he did.

(13:49) I said I shouldn’t go out last night.

Padfoot

(13:49) and yet out you went

Moony

(13:49) And yet, out I went. 😔

Prongs

(13:50) Pretty sure I just heard Moony sigh through the wall.

(13:50) So what did Pads do?

Padfoot

(13:55) O NO

(13:55) o nooooooooo 😬😬😬😬

Wormtail

(13:56) ???

Padfoot

(13:56) i may have given us all personalised ringtones on moonsss phone

Prongs

(13:57) 😂😂😂😂😂😂WHAT WS MNE?!??!!?

(13:57) Moony don’t bang on my wall to punish me for shoddy spelling when Sirius hasn’t used a capital letter since 2008.

(13:57) BUT WHAT WAS MINE

Padfoot

(13:58) do-re-mi from the sound of music

Prongs

(13:58) I am less excied about this now.

Padfoot

(13:59) naturally pete’s was rat-a-tat-tat by fall out boy and courtney love (absolute banger btw)

Prongs

(13:59) Nvm I’m back on board!

(13:59) What about yours?

Moony

(14:00) You Belong with Me.

Wormtail

(14:02) Ah. 🙃

Moony

(14:04) So Benjy suggested we ‘take a break’

Padfoot

(14:04) fuck im so sorry moons

(14:05) i can text him and tell him it was a joke

Moony

(14:06) Nah, it’s ok. I care a lot less than I thought I would tbh.

(14:10) James. Your headphones are unplugged.

Prongs

(14:10) SORRY SORRY FUCK ITS NOT WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE

Padfoot

(14:10) wow moony’s having a crisis and you’re having a wank

(14:11) harsh

Moony

(14:12) I’m not having a crisis. I’m fine. That’s probably not a great comment on my relationship though?

(14:12) JAMES! HEADPHONES!

🌙✨🌙✨🌙

Wormtail

(20:27) Lads, 😱😱 I think Benjy’s on a date

(20:28) Just showed up here with some guy

Padfoot

(20:28) moony sleeping 🤫 wtf we need details

Prongs

(20:29) Nvm, Sirius woke him when he yelled wtf

Moony

(20:40) Yeah, I bet that's David. He’s on Benjy’s course and he may have come up a few times.

(20:41) He didn’t even give it 8 hours. Wow. What a prick. I’m not surprised though, which probably also speaks volumes.

(20:41) Fuck. 😂

Padfoot

(20:41) you have four minutes to make yourself presentable moons then we’re coming in with tea and chocolate and a movie

(20:42) three minutes

Moony

(20:42) 👀👀👀 What’s happening next door?

Padfoot

(20:43) TWO MINUTES dont change the subject

(20:43) new neighbours

(20:43) all girls

(20:43) james is in love already 😂

Prongs

(20:43) I AN NOT

(20:44) BAD PADFOOT

Moony

(20:44) When did you meet them?

Padfoot

(20:44) one minute moony moon also we did not meet them but james spent a lot of time peeking out of his windoe this morning

(20:44) winDOE AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA 😂😂😂😂😂

(20:44) let the record state that i was assaulted with a wooden spoon 😔

Moony

(20:44) 😏😏😏

🌙✨🌙✨🌙

Moony

(10:01) Just met the neighbours.

(10:01) They asked what James’ ‘deal’ is.

(10:01) You were not slick at all. 😂

(10:02) They invited us over for drinks tonight, though.

Prongs

(10:02) It’s not my fault they were so loud moving in that I had to see what the commotion was.

(10:02) There was Beyonce and shrieking. I was merely a CONCERNED citizen. 😌

Moony

(10:02) That’s your story and you’re sticking to it?

(10:03) Benjy and David are already Facebook official. Wow.

Prongs

(10:04) Moony. He is a massive twat. You have terrible taste in partners.

Moony

(10:05) That is not at all reassuring.

(10:06) I’m going to drink so much tonight. 🙃🙃🙃

Prongs

(10:07) oh yeeeeah? Anyone from next door ccatch your eye?

Padfoot

(10:07) moonys only got eyes for me thank you very much 😤😤

Moony

(10:08) Don’t get me wrong, they’re all pretty, but no.

(10:08) Plus, I CLEARLY only have eyes for Pads.

Prongs

(10:17) So… whats her nameeee? 🫠

Moony

(10:18) Who?

Prongs

(10:18) YOU KNOW WHO

Moony

(10:19) Drawing a real blank here.

Padfoot

(10:20) hes just giggling at his phone

Moony

(10:20) Traitor.

Padfoot

(10:20) MOONY EHY MuST YOU WOUND ME SO

Wormtail

(10:20) Did you two sleep together again?

Prongs

(10:21) I mean the red headed, fiery goddess who lives next door and laughs like a witch.

(10:22) Ooooooooooh? 👀👀

Moony

(10:22) Emphasis on the word SLEEP. Yes.

(10:23) No homo.

(10:23) I mean, partially homo, I guess. 😂

Padfoot

(10:23) FULL HOMO BIG HOMO ENERGY IN THIS ROOM ;)

(10:23) get over it wormy

Wormtail

(10:23) I didn;t mean it like that!!!! It’s fine if you want to do that!

(10:24) I only request that you do it in Remus’ room, bc Sirius is next to me and I don’t need to hear his cum noise.

Padfoot

(10:25) let the record state that moonbeam laughed so hard at ‘cum noise’ that he banged his head on the wall and dropped his phone down the side of his bed 💀💀💀

Prongs

(10:25) Is his hed made of lead? That was so loud fuck.

(10:26) That means your cum noise is gonna be loud too. Ew no. go fuk by Pete.

Moony

(10:27) We’re not fucking, wow.

(10:27) We’re all very aware that I’m not Sirius’ type.

Padfoot

(10:28) what is my type

(10:28) fite me

Prongs

(10:28) dumb, obscenely pretty, easy.

Moony

(10:29) One out of three. Damn. 🙃

(10:29) Also you misspelled *bite. 😌

Padfoot

(10:30) which one what moony what wait what 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

[nattule29]

My thoughts?

Weeeeeellllllllllllll

one, I SAW THIS COMING!!!! ITS KINDA IN MY FIC

like my fic is an alternated universe where they do get pushed overboard

Im crying this guy was my fav character

I'm sad I didint see them attacking the camp fam from like a mile away I should have. I'm actually Darius Bowman but with animals, he goes by Dino Nerd, and I go by Dr.Dolittle (I HATE WHEN PEOPLE CALL ME THAT) also hippos are brutal and could have easily chopped them all being able to go to speeds of 28 mph but they can't die in this show so :/

No raptor lady I'm sobbing

Brooklynn cooking LET HER COOK. SHE WILL GET THIS CASE TRUST!

veryyyyyyy littel benrius...

ALL THE BENJI ANGST AND DINOSTAR

Yasammy always win, YASAMMY ON TOP

this was an overall sad season

[benjiminyard]

CHA EUN-WOO? não! é apenas BENJAMIN MINYARD, ele é filho de ASCLÉPIO do chalé 28 e tem 25 ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no NÍVEL III DOS PODERES por estar no acampamento há 14 ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, BENJI é bastante PRAGMÁTICO mas também dizem que ele é INTERESSEIRO. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑊 𝐴 𝑁 𝑇 𝐸 𝐷 𝐶 𝑂 𝑁 𝑁 𝐸 𝐶 𝑇 𝐼 𝑂 𝑁 𝑆

PODERES, ARMAS E HABILIDADES: 

Visão Etérea: Quando ativa o poder, é como se Benji entrasse em outro plano. Em seu campo de visão, o mundo material se obscurece e só é possível enxergar os seres vivos. Eles aparecem numa forma espectral e esbranquiçada onde é possível ver detalhes mais profundos no interior de seus corpos. Benji pode ver os pontos críticos do corpo de qualquer um, facilitando que possa identificar tanto os ferimentos quanto os melhores locais para atingir e causar altos danos num combate. Ferimentos e áreas sensíveis se sobressaem com uma cor cuja intensidade acompanha a gravidade do dano. A visão permite que ele localize seres escondidos no ambiente com facilidade, mas também faz o resto do plano material desaparecer. As cores vagueiam nos corpos alheios como uma leve névoa, indicando coisas diferentes sobre cada indivíduo: influências externas na mente, estados de espírito, poderes em uso, a presença de venenos passeando pelo sangue e outras alterações que compõem ou podem afetar a mente e a saúde de um indivíduo.  Habilidades: agilidade sobre-humana e reflexos sobre-humanos. Punhos da morte: Um par de soco-inglês forjado em ferro estígio que toma a forma de um anel quando não está em uso, sendo um para cada mão. Combinada com o poder, consegue fazer um belíssimo estrago quando mira nos pontos vitais das criaturas. Benção de Afrodite: Depois dos inúmeros sacrifícios numa missão dada por Afrodite, a deusa decidiu demonstrar sua gratidão e recompensar a determinação inabalável de Benji para salvar suas preciosas crias lhe dando uma bênção de cura que funciona através da demonstração dos sentimentos. Afrodite consegue escutá-los, o que significa que os apelos à deusa restauram a saúde da outra pessoa ou dele próprio, desde que haja um pedido ou uma demonstração sincera entre os dois.

ATIVIDADES:

Curandeiro

Membro da Corrida de Pégasus

Membro do Clube da Luta; equipe azul

Ser um grande gostoso

BIOGRAFIA: 

Benji vem de uma família de classe não muito favorecida na Carolina do Norte. Vagueando entre a ambição e viver em condições insalubres em prol de algum de seus objetivos particulares, ele nunca parou quieto em algum lugar. Mesmo conseguindo uma bolsa para cursar medicina, a garantia de um futuro melhor não o impediu de desaparecer em retiros misteriosos no tibete, passar os solstícios de verão no acampamento e se enfiar em todo tipo de experiência irresponsável e arriscada, inclusive de concordar servir como experimento. Juntar muitos universitários com mania de grandeza num laboratório ilegal é sempre uma ideia perigosa, mas também muito excitante.

O curandeiro leva seu trabalho a sério. Seu dormitório é lotado de ervas, remédios, poções e materiais de estudo que ele não consegue ficar longe. Às vezes guarda até umas coisas com um cheiro meio estranho debaixo da cama… Também é um excelente fisioterapeuta e massagista, mas não pense que ele está disposto a te dar algum desses luxo desses de graça. Ele detesta gente folgada. E detesta mais ainda aqueles que se negam a receber cuidados médicos, já que esses malditos só lhe dão menos trabalho na teoria. Na prática, sempre dão ainda mais dor de cabeça, mesmo que ela só venha mais tarde. Naturalmente, a parte que mais detesta do trabalho é quando tem que auxiliar no setor de psicologia/psiquiatria, já que geralmente o único problema dos que param por lá é o de ser uma peste, mas ele tem bons métodos para lidar com esses campistas que lhe dão trabalho.

Em uma das missões mais significativas que já enfrentou como semideus, Benji partiu com mais três outros semideuses e um ar de determinação pairando entre os amigos. No entanto, retornou sozinho, aparentando não ter danos severos, apesar de ser evidente que algo havia sim se quebrado em Benji — algo em sua mente, mais especificamente. Com um parafuso a menos, passou a deixar sua visão etérea quase sempre ativada, já que assim nada mais passaria despercebido sob seus olhos. Se não andasse tropeçando e batendo em todos os objetos que não pode ver, até que essa seria uma decisão inteligente e cuidadosa. Na prática, a paranoia custa caro e não dá para manter o tempo inteiro.

Benji aprecia uma trocação franca de soco. Ele acredita que é importante treinar tanto a mente quanto o corpo. Além disso, sabe que sua habilidade pode ser muito útil para utilizar num combate físico, mas isso requer estar com a agilidade dos movimentos em dia. De certa forma, levar um soco na cara também pode ser considerado um método de estudo.

Tem um pequeno vício em apostas. Gosta da adrenalina de brincar com as probabilidades e gosta especialmente da satisfação de ganhar. Ele admite que ganhar uns trocados, coisas ou pessoas tendo que obedecê-lo feito um cachorro é uma parte interessante, mas prefere dizer que é pelo espírito esportivo da coisa. Adora apostar no truco, na corrida de pegasus ou até no resultado das lutas que geralmente ele já tem certeza sobre quem vai vencer só por avaliar as chances com sua visão — mas não diz isso para a outra pessoa, é claro.

[worldofheroes]

Safe with You

ethan hunt x reader

summary: after you experience an injury, Ethan can’t help but feel guilty.

warnings: mention of injury, knife, blood, violence

wc: 667

a/n: based on this request by @fangirl23obsession ! I think we all need a little bit of Ethan fluff. 😍

“Benji, Ethan, a little help here!” you shout as you run through the Moroccan market.

“We got you, y/n, keep going,” Ethan’s voice comes through the comms.

You continue to run, trying to escape from your pursuers.

You find yourself at a dead end. You turn around to see four men closing in on you.

You take a deep breath, ready to fight your way out.

The first man lunges at you, and you’re able to dodge the first punch.

The second time you’re not so lucky and get nailed in the jaw. The taste of blood fills your mouth.

You shake it off and continue to fight.

He pulls out a knife during the fight, and takes a swipe at you, cutting your arm. You clench your jaw through the pain and continue on.

A motorcycle comes to a screeching halt nearby and a figure - likely Ethan - runs in and takes down the other three before taking on the one that’s focused on you.

Ethan easily takes the last man down.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Ethan runs up to you as you start to collapse. He catches you.

“Yeah,” you say, eyes getting watery.

“No, you’re not. Let’s go,” Ethan says, helping you out of the alley.

Soon, Benji pulls up in a van. Ethan helps you in and the three of you take off.

When you pull up to the safe house, Ethan helps you out of the van and takes you inside to a chair.

“Let me take a look,” he says gently, rolling up your sleeve.

“I’m fine,” you say.

“You don’t look fine,” Benji says, handing you an ice pack.

You don’t have the capacity to make some sort of quip back to him.

Benji walks into the other room, leaving you and Ethan alone in the kitchen.

Ethan doesn’t say anything for a while as he assesses your wound and bandages it.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says, breaking the silence.

“It’s not your fault,” you tell him.

“I should’ve been with you the entire time.”

“Ethan,” you say, taking his hand in yours. “It is not your fault.”

“I should’ve trained you more,” Ethan continues on.

“Ethan Hunt,” you say, stopping him. “You have done everything you’re supposed to do. We didn’t know there was a hit crew, let alone how many or who would come across them.”

Ethan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“I care about you, y/n, and I don’t know what I would do if you got hurt worse than this,” he says.

“Ethan,” you whisper.

Ethan brings your hand to his face, gently giving it a kiss.

“You don’t deserve to get hurt like this,” Ethan mumbles.

“I know what I signed up for when I joined,” you say softly.

“I know. I just… want to protect you.”

“Ethan,” you breathe.

“I care about you so much, Y/n. I feel awful about what happened today. I just want you to be safe.”

“Can you just listen for a minute?”

You see Ethan set his jaw.

“Ethan, it is not your fault, and you’ve trained me well, okay? I can take care of myself when needed. Everything is fine.”

Pause.

“And I care about you too,” you whisper.

Ethan stands up, and helps you up from the chair too. He brushes some hair out of your face.

“I just still see you as that nervous 28 year old,” he admits. “I know you’re capable, but my feelings get in the way.”

“It happens,” you whisper. “I don’t know what I’d do if you got seriously hurt.”

Ethan moves slightly closer to you, and you can feel his breath on his face. Before you fully comprehend what is happening, Ethan captures your lips with his.

“Ethan,” you whisper.

“I just want you to be safe,” he tells you.

“I’ll be safe if I’m with you.”

Ethan wraps you into a hug.

“Get some rest, you need it,” Ethan says, kissing your head.

[your-divine-ribs]

Forbidden Part 28

Words: 2.7k

Y/N prepares for her ‘date’ with Van 🖤

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Van left you there in the library then, still pressed up with your back against the bookshelf, hot and flustered and aching for him. If he knew one thing it was how to get you all worked up, how to drive you to the point of needing him so badly it pushed every other thought from your head. You were supposed to be revising but how could you concentrate after that? A summons to his house no less, there'd be just you and him, no distractions, no time constraints, no fear of someone walking in to discover you. You'd be all his for him to do whatever he liked to you. The thought sends such a delicious thrill through you that you almost let out an excited little whimper, quickly making your way back over to the table you've been sat at and hurriedly packing up your belongings.

You sneak out so Erica and Lydia won't see you even though you half feel like parading past them, head held high, smugness blooming inside you with the knowledge that you're Van's girl... if only just for tonight.

It's quiet when you get back to halls, most of your housemates in lectures or heads down in the communal living area revising hard for exams. You should be doing the same but the wild thoughts rushing through your head like a pornographic hurricane just won't allow it. You make for your room instead, flicking on your Lana Del Rey playlist, flopping down on to your back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. You're sweltering, burning up, and it's not just the fine weather. There's a slow, steady pulse aching between your legs and you're not sure whether you can wait until tonight. So you close your eyes, letting your hands roam over your hips whilst you hitch up your skirt, your breathing getting heavier as you spread your legs wide and skim lightly over your wetness with a solitary finger. What would Van think if he could see you now?

Such a bad girl.

"... and don't you dare even think about getting yourself off before then... you save all of that for me from now on... you understand?"

Fuck. Yes Sir...

Sighing deeply you tug your skirt back down over your thighs, pushing yourself upwards off the bed. It's a constant battle agonising over whether to be good or bad for Van, his punishments just as satisfying as his rewards. Not knowing which you'll be on the receiving end of tonight is the ultimate erotic thrill. You can do it. You can wait. It'll be worth it, you're sure of that.

Time moves torturously slowly but you manage to keep yourself busy, the afternoon eventually giving way to evening. By 7.30pm you've still not heard a word from Van and you're starting to fret that he was just winding you up. You eat a light dinner with Benji and Lizzie and a few of your other housemates, your stomach too tied in knots with nerves to indulge in the tasty looking treats that Lizzie's ordered from the local Chinese takeaway for everyone. You try to keep up with the conversation, chipping in when needed and laughing in all the right places... or so you hope. Lizzie's watching you suspiciously, eyes narrowing when you turn down the top up of wine that she offers.

"What's up? You seem like you're a million miles away. And it's not like you to turn down a glass of wine. You feeling alright?"

You're just about to open your mouth but Benji gets in there first, regarding you with amusement whilst he addresses the whole table. "What? You mean you're not used to the new improved version of Y/N yet? The one who'd rather go to the library than the pub? The one who aces her coursework and gets the best marks in class? She did so well she's been awarded an all-expenses paid trip to Italy ya know."

Lizzie's eyes widen and her mouth drops open. "Oh my god that's amazing! Why didn't you say something?"

"I dunno," you shrug, unusually uncomfortable as you feel all eyes on you. "I just didn't think it was that big of a deal, that's all."

"Not a big deal?" Lizzie echoes in shock. "This is huge! You've been moping around about not being able to afford to go to Italy for weeks. And when did they start giving out those sorts of prizes anyway? We'd be lucky to get a new bloody lab coat in chemistry!"

"Well... it's Y/N isn't it?" Benji smirks mischievously. "Not really surprising when Professor McCann's giving out the prizes is it?"

"Ahhh... that explains it, it's all coming out now!" The dirty sounding cackle Lizzie lets out makes your cheeks instantly warm and you shake your head, laughing it off.

"Maybe I should've requested an upgrade to fly business class too, eh?"

"Think you'd have to do more than write a good essay for that!" Lizzie grins and that sets everyone off, various lewd suggestions being bandied around that embarrass you even further. You're just glad that Bob isn't here, you're pretty sure he wouldn't see the funny side of it.

It's a relief when your phone vibrates on the tabletop next to you so you have an excuse to pick it up and partially hide your red face, but your belly flips a whole 180 degrees when you see a text from an unknown number displayed telling you that there'll be a taxi waiting to pick you up just outside campus in twenty minutes.

"I gotta go guys... I've errr... I've actually got a date," You blurt out quickly, bolting up from the table and darting straight for your room.

With most of your preparation already done getting ready doesn't take long, a quick slick of pretty pink lipgloss and a tousle of your hair and you're ready to go. You stop in your tracks as you turn away from your mirror and see Lizzie leaning against the door frame of your room with that same quizzical expression from earlier.

"What's up?" You ask lightly, swinging the thin strap of your handbag over your shoulder as you slip into your converse.

Lizzie folds her arms across her chest, cocking her head back. "I don't know... you tell me."

Her voice is quiet and cautious sounding and you feel yourself tensing automatically. This is all you need, a heart to heart with your friend when the potentially hottest night of your life is waiting for you just a short taxi ride away. You glance at your watch for added affect. "Look... can we do this another time? I'm gonna be late..."

"Oh... for your date?" Lizzie finishes your sentence, one eyebrow quirking upwards. "Yet another thing you didn't tell me about."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise I had to run every little thing past you."

As soon as the words leave your mouth you regret it. You didn't mean to sound so brusque and challenging and you certainly didn't mean to utter them in the sarcastic tone that you did. Lizzie's your friend and she cares about you, she's not prying, she's simply interested about what's going on in your life. And here you are, being a complete bitch for no other reason than your desperation to see Van eclipsing everything else yet again.

"Shit... that came out wrong. I didn't mean it to sound like that," you quickly babble, stepping towards her. "I'm sorry Liz, life's just a little crazy right now."

"No... no it's okay, you're right, you don't have to tell me everything." Despite her words, hurt's evident in her tone and the tight line of her lips. "But are we even friends any more? You've been acting so weird lately... distant. We used to have such a laugh together all the time, you never took stuff seriously. Now you're just so... secretive. I can't believe you didn't tell me about the trip, I thought you'd be shouting out about it with excitement... and now you're going on mystery dates too?"

"It's just someone I met on Tinder... you don't know him. He's... older... and he's uhhh... he's engaged. That's the real reason I'm keeping it hush-hush. You know what a big mouth Benji has. I don't wanna get this guy into trouble."

You whisper out your reply, guilt twisting inside for lying to your friend, trying to reason with yourself that you're doing it for a good reason. And its not all lies. There's more than a few truths in what you're saying, you're just embellishing it a touch. It seems to work, Lizzie's jaw falling slack once again, her eyes lighting up as the scandalous secret you've just shared sinks in.

"What the fuck? Really?" She exclaims, stepping forward to titivate your hair and adjust the plunging neckline of your dress. "You're a dark horse, I knew it! I knew there was something going on." He voice lowers dramatically. "I can keep a secret though you know, I'm not gonna run and tell anyone." She steps back to give you the once over, fully appraising you. "You look great, but I'd go with a red lipstick. It really suits you and it'll stand out more... and more mascara too... you've got such gorgeous eyes and it'll make them pop."

Before you can protest she's grabbing your wrist and leading you over to sit on the bed before snatching your make-up bag up off the dressing table.

"I've not got much time... I really don't wanna be late," you start, but Lizzie's insistent and you find yourself giving in, sinking down as she starts to fuss around you.

"Don't be too eager! That's what you always tell me isn't it? Keep 'em waiting a bit... play it cool... get 'em going crazy for you!"

It actually feels good to distract yourself for a moment and chat to your friend as she fixes your make up. You could easily be getting prepped for a night out at the Union bar, not getting ready for an illicit tryst with your Professor. It becomes apparent exactly how uptight you've been feeling as you let loose some of the excitement that's been building up inside you for a moment, like steam escaping a pressure cooker. You tell Lizzie just as much as she needs to know about your hot date and five minutes later you're looking appreciatively in the mirror at a much more sultry version of yourself, almost ready to go... almost.

"And ditch the converse... for god's sake Y/N!" Lizzie laughs exasperatedly, ducking into your wardrobe and pulling out a strappy pair of heels which she dumps at your feet.

"Now I wanna hear all about it when you get back, okay? I'm really excited for you!"

"Sure... and thanks," you mumble, hoping your nerves aren't showing too much, slipping past Lizzie and out the door, heart thudding as you make your way to the agreed meeting point to find the taxi idling there.

Sitting there on the back seat while you pull away from the kerb your head is rampaging with thoughts. You're curious to see where Van lives and how he lives, whether he'll act the same as he does in class or whether you'll see a different side to him. Will he invite you in and offer you a drink, act all polite and make small talk? Or will he pounce on you as soon as you're through the door, strip you down and fuck the living daylights out of you right there and then on the hallway floor? You're not sure which scenario excites you the most if you're being completely honest with yourself, your silly fickle heart daydreaming about the former whilst your eager body craves the latter.

You just wish you weren't so goddamn nervous, your palms slick with perspiration that you wipe on the sides of your dress, your anxiety mounting as the taxi snakes its way through town. The streets packed tightly with shops and crowded terraced houses gives way to semi-detached family homes and you keep going, each twist and turn in the road taking you further into unfamiliar territory. Driveways stretch longer, looming houses now obscured by tall trees and foliage, peeping almost secretively as your head whips from side to side.

As if Van didn't intimidate you enough as it is, the fact that he likely lives in such an affluent area just increases your nerves. You smooth down non-existent creases in your dress, wondering what the fuck you're getting yourself into. Sneaky blow jobs and getting finger-fucked over his desk are one thing, getting invited to his house and having access to his private life and a more intimate side of him are another entirely. Your gut is rolling with apprehension and worry when suddenly the taxi pulls to a stop and you find that you're frozen to the spot until the driver twists around in his seat, shooting you a toothy grin.

"Here ya are love... number 267 wasn't it? It's already paid up."

You exit the car on shaky legs, glancing furtively around as you step quickly towards the driveway in front of you. You wonder what Van's neighbours would think if they caught sight of you. A young girl creeping stealthily up the drive, dressed less than respectably in the skimpiest of dresses with heavy lashes and cherry red lips wouldn't be easy to explain away. You're just thankful for the cover of darkness and the thick conifers that line your route, shielding you from any would-be curtain-twitchers. You're less pleased about the pea gravel that crunches noisily underfoot as each step brings you closer to your destination.

The house is big, larger than you would have imagined, not quite imposing but enough to make you feel very much out of your depth as you come to a stop just short of the front door. There's a sleek black Audi pulled up to one side and you blow out a nervous breath through your pursed lips. You try to picture Van going about his daily life, living obviously comfortably well-off with his pretty fiancée by his side and his blossoming lecturing career. From an outsider's perspective it all seems so perfect and ordered... he must want for nothing. But then there's you.

Is something fundamental really missing from his life or are you just an accessory? A sleazy thrill for him to get his depraved kicks... a willing hole to fuck and degrade and cheapen before he discards you and goes back to his picture-postcard pristine life? The thought makes you hesitate but there's no way you can turn away now. Van's like a drug, the more you taste him the more you crave him. You just can't help yourself.

You swallow down your worries and take a step on to the doorstep, raising up a hand towards the doorbell, anxious curses whispered under your breath as you hear the deep chime echo through the house.

The door swings open in a matter of seconds, not even giving you time to prepare yourself. And there he is.

"Y/N," he announces, taking a small step back and drawing the door further inwards. "Come on in."

You gulp at the lump that's risen in your throat, eyes meeting his which are dark and swirling with unmistakable hunger. Well... it doesn't look like a friendly chat over a glass of wine is on the cards then. He wants you. He looks like he could tear you apart there and then with his bare hands.

"Hi," you squeak out meekly, slipping past him into the house, your breath stuttering as your bodies brush. You can feel the weight of his gaze boring into your back and you quickly turn to find him staring at you, drinking in your unease in that unnerving way that he does. He enjoys the timidity he sparks in you, you're sure of it. And you fucking love it, your heart crashing against your ribcage, your veins searing with heat. You've never felt so alive.

"You wouldn't believe how long I've been waiting for this moment," he says, sly grin stretching wide. Then he shuts the door, leaning back against it.

[jateshi]

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Guess I am trying to do this sooooo...

Day 1 - Steer (Lucien) Day 2 - Horizon (Koke) Day 3 - Tempest (Benji) Day 4 - Reticent (Jasper) Day 5 - Stamp (Koke) Day 6 - Halcyon (Lucien) Day 7 - Morsel (Jasper) Day 8 - Caravan (Extra Credit) (Koke) Day 9 - Lend an Ear (implied NSFW) (Aran) Day 10 - Stable (Lucien) Day 11 - Surrogate (Lucien) Day 12 - Quarry (CW animal hunting) (Koke) Day 13 - Butte (Jasper) Day 14 - Telling (Lucien) Day 15 - Forgotten (Extra Credit) (Benji) Day 16 - Third-Rate (Lucien) Day 17 - Sally (Jasper) Day 18 - Hackneyed (Salzaar) Day 19 - Taken (Implied execution) (Lucien) Day 20 - Duel (Koke) Day 21 - Shade (Jasper) Day 22 - Cold (Extra Credit) (Jasper) Day 23 - On Cloud Nine (Aran) Day 24 - Bar (Koke) Day 25 - Perpetuity (Lucien) Day 26 - Zip (Koke) Day 27 - Memory (Salzaar) Day 28 - Deleterious (Lucien) Day 29 - Dance (Extra Credit) (Benji) Day 30 - Two heads are better than one (Salzaar)

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A restless waves rise and fall microfic (series). 🏴‍☠️ Pirate Jily AU. @jilymicrofics February Prompt 28: Daring || 996 Words

It's been ages since they'd been ashore, and James is itching to get his feet on solid ground. The past few months had been upending in the best way, ever since he and Lily found out she was with child, but James longed for the solid ground beneath his feet and a respite from the ship and all the duties warring for his attention.

They drop anchor in a harbor near the shore and the landing party—Fabian, Peter, Frank, Henry, Benjy—gather around the railing and work the dinghy into the water. James counts the coin in his pouch a fifth time as they wait for Sirius to join them, wanting to make certain this trek wouldn't be for nothing.

In her latest correspondence, Euphemia had impressed upon him the importance of a variety of fruit in Lily's diet as her pregnancy continues. On a ship such as The Minnie, fruit was always front-of-mind in an effort to keep scurvy at bay, but the rations per crew member were small—certainly not enough for a woman with child. He'd done some asking around at their last port and learned of a woman in a nearby French colony who dealt in the fruit trade.

"Are we ready?"

James' head whips up at the sound of his wife's voice and she's standing before him, a smug, defiant look on her face as she sheathes a sword at her hip. Lovely as ever, her buttoned overcoat hanging open around the small bump of her belly, the wind picks up some tendrils of her hair and brushes them across her face as she stares at him, eyebrow quirked as if daring him to say something.

He takes the bait, regardless.

"What are you doing?" he asks in a hushed tone, aware of the wary eyes watching them. The bickering (for lack of a better term) between Captain and First Mate had gotten quite frequent over the last month aboard the ship, with Lily's insistence to continue doing her duties and normal and James' arguments to the contrary. "We agreed you'd stay and man the ship."

"Remus said walking would be good for me." Her smile is sweet but her eyes are a deadly, glittering green.

James' gaze flickers up to where Remus watches them from across the deck, shrugging apologetically. For a brief moment James questions whether it's actually the medic's orders or if his wife had somehow...suggested that he prescribe her such a treatment, but before he's able to really ponder it too much, his eyes catch on the missing member of their landing party next to Remus.

Clutched in Sirius' hands are the ship's maps and a compass, a distinct lack of a weapon on his person.

"Winds have picked up," he says by way of an explanation. "Anchoring here gives me an opportunity to make sure our next course is accurate. Besides"—here, his brows raise—"Evans wasn't taking no for an answer."

A resigned sigh passes through James' lips as his eyes travel back to Lily. Though her body continues to undergo the changes of pregnancy, she refuses to sit out of duties or missions. He had agreed with that course of action at first, but lately Lily was experiencing more pain and he could see her fighting through it as she stubbornly pressed on with her tasks. He really thought her sitting out this little quest was an unspoken signal that they were on the same page, but it appeared that was a discussion that they'd undoubtedly need to have soon.

Still, Lily's face glows with the spoils of her triumph, and James can't help feeling—in this moment—happy that she's gotten her way. His lips turn up slightly at the corners as his gaze sweeps from her to the rest of the landing party.

"Alright, let's load up. This should be relatively straightforward."

A chorus of 'aye's rings out and as Lily turns to make her way to the dinghy, James gently grabs her arm, lowering his voice to where only she can hear.

"The second you start feeling any sort of pain or fatigue, you rest. Understand?"

"But—"

"That's an order, Lily. From your captain."

Lily's eyes narrow, but the way she chews on her cheek as a delicate flush crawls up her neck satisfies James enough that he releases her arm.

"Aye, Captain," she relents, holding his gaze a moment longer before walking over to the railing and kicking a leg over. James watches nervously, already dreading that night's inevitable argument but feeling firm in his belief all the same.

They'd make sure she had everything she needed for their child, but she has to start recognizing her limitations. He'd never ask her to bow out from her duties altogether, but it will only get harder. And for her sake—and the baby's—she needed to stop pushing herself.

A hand on his shoulder startles him from his fugue of worry.

"If it makes you feel better," Peter says, a sympathetic smile on his face as his blue eyes glint with determination, "I won't leave her side."

Some of the tension evaporates from James' body and he claps the man on the back as he moves to the railing of the ship. Peter was the best swordsman on the ship and while James would be very surprised if this meeting went sideways, he's learned enough to know the chance isn't ever zero. Someone to aid Lily should things go south, to keep her from pushing herself to her limit, greatly alleviates some of his stress.

Peter's swinging his leg over the side—the last of the landing party other than James. James expels a breath, shaking out his hands. Lily's decision (deception) to join the landing party had thrown him for a loop, but there was no going back now.

And well, maybe she'd be amenable to his requests once she was plied full of every fruit in the Caribbean.

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[glitchartistscollective]

Benji Friedman - untitled - 28-08-2024

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[fangirlvibez]

The Bradshaw son and Seresin daughter - part 4

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw x female!OC Madison Ella Hanscott, Son!OC Nicolas Peter Bradshaw, Jake Seresin x female!OC Quinn Kelsell, Daughter!OC Hazel Alexandra Seresin, Son!OC Benjamin Jacob Seresin, OC!Connor Malcolm Oxland

Warnings: in this chapter: mention about teenage pregnancy, mention of abortion, mention of running away, Navy inaccuracy, mention of strong language and vomiting. (Let me know if I forgot a warning)

Summary of the story: The 16 year old daughter of Jake Seresin gets pregnant. The dad: the 18 year old son of Bradley Bradshaw. How will the dads react to their kids becoming teen parents.

A/N: English is not my first language, so if there is any spelling or grammar errors: please let me know

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July 28, 2046

Nick and Hazels house

It has been 5 years, 2 months and 22 days since Nick and Hazel ran away from home. They packed their things and left the night of the dreaded dinner. With two duffel bags filled with clothes and two backpacks filled with other supplies they left to Maryland. Nick took his savings from the multiple student jobs he did for years to buy two train tickets to Maryland. Hazel left a note for Benjamin, telling him how much she loves her brother and that she will try to keep in contact with him.

The couple didn’t know what their parents would do. If they would let them be or inform the cops and started looking for them. The only idea that the two teenagers could think about was changing their appearance. Before the train left they bougth hair dye and scissors. They changed hazels beautiful longe blonde hair in short black locks. Nick went a little bolder with his hair. He dyed one part of his hair blue and the other part black. Hazel though he looked very good. They both wore glasses and hats to hide more of their identity. They also left their phones at home, not wanted to get tracked.

When they arrived in Maryland. They applied to have their name changed. Again a plan of them to hide their identity. Nick got accepted into the naval academy and he knew his dad would know if his surname was still Bradshaw. Their changed names: Nicolas Peter Bradshaw became Nicolas Peter Bradfield and Hazel Alexandra Seresin became Hazel Alexandra Serpell. With the acceptance, he had to change his hair color again, since multicolored hair wasn’t allowed. He decided to go blonde.

Had they taken this a little too far? Maybe. But they were determined to raise this baby the best that they could.

After living for 3 months in a homeless shelter, they found a small apartment. It wasn’t in the best neighborhood, but it was affordable with the small amount of money the couple earned with their small jobs. Nick worked as a construction worker for 2 months before finding out he was accepted in the academy. Hazel worked at a small café and managed to get into an evening school to finish her high school degree.

They may haven’t had much, but they were happy. And their little family got bigger on November 25, 2041 when their kids were born. Yes, kids. The couple had twins. Twin boys to be specific. Their names: Benji Theodore Bradfield and Mac Adrian Bradfield. Their firstborn was named after Hazels brother, who she kept in contact with. Occasionally she would send a letter to her brother and Benjamin kept them away from his parents. He didn’t take it very well when he found out that his parents were going to force his sister to have an abortion.

When their parents found out their kids ran away, they went out of their way to look for them. The dads were determined to find their kids, while their mothers were worried more about the dangers they could be in. After a half year of looking for them, their hope left little by little. The fathers, who weren’t really good friend anymore after the dinner, realised their mistakes. It took a while for them to become friends like they were before, but they were as good as they could be after losing their children. The Bradshaw family were lucky with Sparky. A reminder of their son while it took the Seresin family a little longer to accept the disappearance of their youngest and only girl.

After 2 years the couple moved out of their apartment to a smaller house in a nicer neighborhood. Nick had still 2 years left of his education in de academy. During the first year he had received the callsign Dash. Hazel couldn’t stop laughing when he explained the meaning behind the name. Dash: Dumb Ass Shit. Given to him by a friend after Nick threw up all over a commanders officers shoes after a night out.

Hazel found a better paid job in a clothing store. Having a low paid serving job and trying to save as much money as possible. Hazel tried to save money with upcycling baby clothes from the thrift shop. She realised that she had a talent for sewing and designing clothes. Apart from her job in the clothing store she follows an online course for fashion design. The lives of the couple went well and they never regretted leaving their homes at such a young age.

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July 28, 2046

Nick and Hazels house

Back to the present

Hazels age: 21, Nicks age: 23, the kids ages: 4

It was almost 5:30 pm and Hazel was making dinner for her family. The two 4 year old brothers were in the kitchen with her. Benji was coloring a Bluey coloring book while Mac was playing with a kids puzzle. Benji was the loud one out of the two while Mac liked to stay in the background. They were a perfect combination of both Nick and Hazel. They had Hazels Natural light blonde hair and Nicks dark brown eyes. Even though they had Hazels nose, you could tell they were Bradshaw boys. Hazel became very fond of her short dark black hair and decided to keep it. Nick didn’t mind, because he thought she looked very sexy with her bright eyes and dark hair. Nick let his hair fade back towards his light brown color.

“Baby! I’m home!” A deep voice came from the hallway. The front door closes and Hazel called back that they were in the kitchen. Nick came into view. He was wearing his flightsuit and had a big smile on his face. “Here are my favorite people” he said. “Daddy!” The young boys at the dinner table rushed off their chairs and jumped into the opened arms of their dad. “My boys! How was your day?” He asked, hugging his sons close to him. “Daddy! I read a whole book today.” Mac told his dad, while smiling brightly. “A whole book?! Wow kiddo, you’re becoming as smart as your mom.” Nick said smiling up at his girlfriend. After talking about their exciting day in kindergarten, both boys went back to their activity.

“I have news” Nick said, hugging Hazel from behind while she was sturing a sauce in a pan. “Good news or bad news?” She asked, turning her head slightly to look into Nicks eyes. “Both, I guess” Nick put his chin on her shoulder. “Me and T-rex got into Top Gun” he said. Hazel eyes went wide and she turned around in his arms. “That’s amazing honey!” She said exciting, hugging him with her hands around his neck. “I’m so proud of you and T-Rex.” she said. T-Rex, government name: Connor Malcolm Oxland, was Nicks backseater. He got his callsign after eating two full racks of BBQ ribs faster than anyone else ate one. Someone commented that it was like watching a Tyronnosaurus eat.

“Yeah, we were very honored to be chosen especially since we only finished the academy a little longer than 1 year ago.” Nick and Connor were one of the best pilot and WSO duo the Navy had seen in years. It didn’t surprise Hazel that they were chosen to go to Top Gun. “Well what’s the bad news then, Lieutenant?” She asked kissing Nick on the cheek. Nick smiled. Ever since he got promoted to Lieutenant, Hazel couldn’t stop saying his rank. “I heard some officers talking in the hallway” he started. “The were talking about the Top Gun teachers that still won’t retire” Nick could feel Hazel stiffen up. Nick swallowed before continuing. “I’m 99 percent sure they were talking about our dads”

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A/N: the callsigns used are real callsigns. Check this website out for more funny callsigns

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Bad Omens:

Noah:

Cough

I Missed You

Layover

Break Up

Series:

Bullet Train Broken Sweets Memory Game

The Hell I Overcame Part 1 Part 2

Hospital Part 2

Folio:

Nightmare

Winter Kisses

Cool Ranch

Jolly:

I Love You

Nicholas:

Matt:

Passenger Princess

Sad

NHL:

Quinn Hughes:

Mascara Runs

Insomnia

Stood Up

John Marino:

Beach Bunny

Motionless in White:

Chris:

Vinny:

Ricky:

Justin:

Ryan:

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Van:

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