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salaminus · 5 months ago

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Rex & Cody and the unclear connection points

Summary:

Rex and Cody recently got Natborns on the ship who are actually civilians and of course they can spawn randomly in the galaxy, not to mention they have some potential for anything that can burn. Time for a briefing

Non-native speaker, pleaser bear with me.

Masterlist

Rex has two headaches. One is called Anakin Skywalker, is practically the same age as him in Natborn years, wields a glowstick and has never landed a ship without it being destroyed. The second is a baby Jedi edition with pointy teeth and an even pointier tongue - small, so small, so inexperienced, so eager to learn, but.... SMALL! And of course it comes after the first headache, Rex never has it easy. There was even a song written about it, 'I like it rough' by Lady Gaga - Rex recently got one of those strange cell phone devices, packed with music from an alien planet, which he listens to while typing reports. And he makes playlists, depending on his mood, the 'Headache' series in gradations from one to four. Playlist Two-three-quarters is currently playing, blaring out of the small device on the metal plate, next to a crooked tower of datapads. Framed in a really picturesque way, a few more are scattered across the plate, always nicely lined up, as straight as possible, because Rex doesn't like clutter.

The only thing that doesn't fit into the picture is the bottle, the liquid in it is dark red, a strange contrast to the other light and dark gray in the cabin, especially as it glows because it illuminates the lamp above the desk. Rex has thrown his legs up on the table - the door is closed, no one can see him like this and that's a good thing - and rubs his temples with one hand before stretching and reaching for the bottle. A very slow movement, as he still has a datapad on his thighs that he doesn't want to drop. The display grins at him, the grooves roll down gently, always at the same regular intervals, spreading a cold blue-white light - because there's nothing there. He hasn't typed a single letter yet, there isn't even a heading because he has deleted it.

Education - inappropriate, doesn't hit the nail on the head, too complicated, raises too many questions. Nici and Jojo - sounds like porn, he'll never save it anywhere where Wolffe can find it and make stupid comments. Natborn operating instructions - See above, this is even worse. Rex must know, he knows his vod'e, even Bly howls with laughter at the title and he wasn't really susceptible to dick jokes. My fourth headache - If a Medic somehow reads this, Redcross will annoy him again. He can actually ignore him, but recently there's a younger brother in the medbay (Kix, because their names are the same length and share a letter, Rex likes him) and he flinches every time he pulls the Medic title, but he does (and Rex doesn't like that).

Cody's problem - Would be lying, it's his own, because OF COURSE they didn't show up on the Negoiator, no, no, no, they showed up on the Resolute. Of course.

For now, Rex puts the bottle on and takes a big swig, even if the alcohol burns his mouth out and brings tears to his eyes - it's the weird stuff his boys have been brewing lately, he urgently needs to do more routine inspections in the barracks, otherwise they'll flood the ship and that won't end well. According to the regulations, alcohol is forbidden on duty, on the ships, on all GAR equipment. Luckily Rex is always on duty. Carousing assholes. A little absently, he shakes the bottle gently in his hand, listens to the clear liquid gurgling, then places it on the edge of the table next to his ankle. What a risk, what a danger, he of all people, the rule-abiding captain, rebels in his old age, becomes careless, not at all Cody's little nerd. Kriffin' hell. If Fox knew that, his eyes would pop out. Speaking of Fox. Rex grabs the right-hand datapad - his own, he can even feel it through his gloves, every groove on it, the light scratches. The painted Jaig Eyes, he can't, although there's even a second pair of them by now (If he already has a Natborn who is gifted at drawing who's getting on his nerves, he might as well use that, to the prime with you, Kote!)

The commander chat is empty, no new messages after the last flood of fraternal insults, Rex has to tap the arrow key a little until the chat with Fox pops up. He hasn't read the last twenty messages either (he probably doesn't even know how to do that), not that it would stop Rex from sending him another stupid holonet picture. At the same moment, the name at the top of the chat gets fat - WhatdoestheFoxsay - He says get karked is ONLINE. What's going on here? Rex is about to send him a middle finger when the door next to him shoots open- "Fuck you, Cody, you're late." He is, way late, probably his stupid ori'vod was banking on Rex already having this thing ready. Uhh, I'm marshal commander, Rex, the responsibilities, you have to understand me... Yeah, no. On principle, Cody isn't looked at, at least until the commander leans over Rex's feet and grunts as he grabs the bottle Rex confiscated for himself. "Get your own booze, what do you have Ghost for!" "Get your feet off the table, you rag." First stealing alcohol and then getting cheeky, that's what Rex likes. Cody should know better, of all people he knows how Rex deals with this sort of thing and yet he drinks far too relaxed - at least until Rex elbows him in the stomach. Cody gasps, tears his eyes open, actually spits booze, goes down on his knees for a millisecond - ever so slightly, but Rex has seen it and can't help but laugh. "Where's your cover, what's wrong with you?" Very slowly, Cody raises the hand he's holding the bottle in, wipes the back of his hand as he stares at Rex, the semi-evil Cody look Jojo likes to call "Sauron himself". Whoever that is, the image of a glowing red eye on a tower presented to him didn't help much - speaking of Jojo. The problem part one, the reason Rex is sitting here, and Cody should be here, but he's a nasty Hutt and is, once again, late. However, Cody is of the opinion to remind Rex of his marshall commander rank, he fixes Rex again without blinking, the head slightly tilted. "Are you getting cheeky, vod'ika?" There were times when Rex was really a bit scared of him. He was three then, now he's twelve, soon to be thirteen - which Cody seems to like to forget, as well as that they have the same training, only Rex, because he was planned as a CT, didn't become a commander and won't be because his Jedi has a Padawan. Because Rex only folds his arms behind his head and smiles compassionately at his ori'vod, Cody bares his teeth for half a second. "Oh, you asked for it, karking little shit...!"

And then he leaps forward, throwing himself at Rex with all his weight before Rex can get the blaster out of the holster. "You don't stun me, don't stun me, Rexi!" He's totally going to do that, Cody will see, for now they roll around on the ground, trying to pin each other, before Cody goes limp all at once and just stays on Rex's chest like he's a pillow. "I'm getting too old for this shit, why did I train you again..." So that they can now both sit side by side in front of Rex's bunk, legs stretched out, the questionable bottle between them. It's half empty by now, Cody's eyes are glassy, Rex's own are certainly glassy too, but he can't see that. However, he can already see his vo'd, who has rested his head on Rex's leg and is scratching the bridge of his nose, just like the datapad in Cody's hand.

"Karking hell, of course we get that kind of shit and nobody else does. Can't even Ponds get kriff like that? Or Wolffe, the big bad Wolffe on a rescue mission, he knows a thing or two about civilians - we absolutely won't ask him, Rex. Never. You might, but I will not." No, Rex won't either, it's enough that the Commander calls him a puppy, no matter how many times he punches him in the face. Some things just never change, especially with Wolffe, the imperfect commander in the marshal patch. All of his batchmates - Cody, Fox, Bly - they all became marshals, except Wolffe.

Because Wolffe didn't want to. In short, if Rex asks Wolffe for help because he has two karking Natborns on his ship that the Jedi don't know exactly what to do with, he'll laugh at him, just laugh hysterically into the com, before pushing him away, guaranteed with a comment like "You wanted to join us, CT!". Rex doesn't like that (just like when the medics pull rank, but he's more likely to let Kix take care of him than ask his ori'vode for help with Nici and Jojo). Because Rex doesn't answer anything, at least not vocally, he snorts once too loudly, which makes Cody grin wickedly before his favorite brother shakes his head. His hair scrapes over the plastoid under his head, Cody reaches out for the bottle and yawns without covering his mouth. "I could ask Bly. Emphasis on could, I'm sure he already knows what's going on with us anyway. After all, his Jedi is also on the Council and she tells him too much anyway. I'm actually surprised that nothing has come-" Rex's datapad beeps, the display lights up and reports a message on priority mode in the command chat. He sticks his finger in Cody's ear. "You've jinxed it!" Unfortunately, it's Cody, who stares Rex in the eye and doesn't even react, even though Rex put his finger in his mouth beforehand. Cody's nose twitches for half a second, though, making Rex curl his lips into a grin, before he leaves Cody's ear and grabs his datapad.

BLYla REX BLYla REX REX REX BLYla REXxxxxxxx WhatdoestheFoxsay - He says get karked Shut up BLYla Rude. REEEEEX. Cody BLYla Then this way @WOLFFE . Rex and Cody have kids! NeYO is online NeYO Nova asks for more information, which ARCs are there this time BLYla has sent a picture. A blonde young woman with curls pokes Ki-Adi-Mundi through the eye, another dark-haired one looks fierce enough that Wolffe would be proud BLYla Something to say? Bacara Mood. BLYla Not you! Bacara Shameless slut Wolffe is online. Wolffe has sent a picture. WHO. IS. THAT.

That's a problem for someone else. Rex has work to do. He has to finish writing a report. Regrettably, his Ori'vod is a marshal and he needs to read the chat, especially messages sent in priority mode. Cody clicks on the chat without comment and immediately disconnects before the pad can show his status as online.

Ponds is online. Commander Cody, I can see the activity log. Anything to say to the matter?

"No," Cody grumbles against Rex's leg, rolling onto his other side. "I don't want to. I'm drunk - We finish this fucking file now and send the thing, then we're out and all the other shebse shut the fuck up. Great idea, very good, let's do it, so come on, old boy. Rex, type something." Funny, hilarious, but Rex dutifully takes the datapad - and waits. Connection points in orders need to be clarified, so let Cody do it, because he should know best.

So far, he's just staring at the ceiling, his own datapad pushed far away from him towards the door so that he doesn't see the flashing of new messages. "Let's start with... We'll just make a list. Bullet point one: Keep away from anything flammable. Bar two: Humor is good, but inappropriate, a gag is recommended. Bullet point three: Will not die immediately in blaster fire. Follow orders, nevertheless clarify rank beforehand. Mirror line four: Mirror line four: They offer cookies if they want to apologize. Cookies are very tasty. Dash Six: Unrecognizable in the Force, the Jedi disagree on how to proceed. Until then, categorized as... Natborn in clone training. Mirror Stitch Seven: Further testing and training required. Mirror Stitch Seven and a half: Deal with it, shebse - You know what, Rexi? Who do these two actually belong to, as whom did your idiot of a general save them?" In the system, Cody says in the GAR system, they have to be listed, because Rex will start a rampage if his battalion gets less food because of Natborns. "Information person, but with the wrong form. He took the one for contact-persons." All at once, Cody jerks up vertically - he's grinning ear to ear, a real Kote-grin. Damn, did Rex miss that, they've been getting fewer and fewer since the war started, the last one was a long time ago, so karking long ago...

"Contact-persons, yes? Very well. The 501st is ultimately under the command of the Seventh Air Force Corps, in other words under my command. I just happen to be responsible for their training and development. Coincidentally. You suggest people as ARCs and I sign off on it, of course, that's how it works. So the Natborns are formally mine and not outside Jedi? They're part of the GAR, though never officially joined, of course not, because contact-persons, thank heavens for Skywalker's lack of competence...!"

Two minutes later, Rex is typing on a training form for continuing education whereas Cody is just laughing. He's still chuckling even when their request is confirmed and Kamino announces that they're expecting and scheduling the three of them to arrive in three standard weeks.

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keefwho · 9 months ago

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April 02 - 2024 Tuesday

11:07pm

3.5/10

Im gonna write this entry in the 3rd person as an exercise. Since I struggled with my "self" practice today.

Keith woke up and couldn't find anything to clean so instead he updated all his art profiles like he does at the start of every month. He took his daily shower and made a breakfast sandwich with rice for breakfast. He was feeling bogged down by his usual routine so instead of streaming, he idled in desktop VRchat while he worked. The first lobby was full of young teens and was quite loud. He got bored of them and relocated to another instance where a nice british man joined and made conversation for a couple hours.

When Keith was done working, he got off VRchat and made a salami sandwich for lunch and a small helping of cereal. That lunch hour he did his best to relax and rest his eyes which were beginning to become sore. When it came time to work, the person he contacted about their request did not respond so he worked on SN's birthday present instead. He did his best to enjoy the process and ended up finishing it. He picked another request for someone else and did that next. After that he was very tired of creating and his eyes hurt even worse, but he was determined to overcome this feeling of burnout by simple taking his time. He worked on edits for BR's avatar that she wanted and while he was slow, he did make progress and felt good about it afterwards. With the day done, Keith tuned into Twitch for a little mindless viewing and tried joining AE and his friends in BR's server. There they were talking about video games Keith was unfamiliar with and he left after awhile of not speaking. He wanted to socialize but his headache and mood prevented him from putting forth the effort he wanted.

His evening was spent waiting for DS and finding ways to occupy himself. He tried Stardew for a little bit and joined BR's server again. He watched Twitch and cooked dinner which really hit the spot. Turns out DS was too busy tonight to hang out or call in bed. When it got late, he did something he kind of regretted instead of facing his feelings.

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Like I said, today was about my sense of self which happened to not quite be there today. I didn't feel like me, I felt weird. In the evening I got caught up thinking about all the times in the past that I didn't appreciate what I had or what I was doing. It makes me so sad to look back like it was wasted time because of how non-present I was. I was such a fool. I miss those times so much and I have to put effort forward to not let that consume me. Instead I try to learn the lesson that I should be enjoying what I have now even if I (think) I prefer the past.

Also for no real reason I've had to remind myself that trust is an action, not a feeling. Not just trust in people but trust in situations. Basically it's a conscious effort to let my guard down and accept that people have the best intentions or that a situation will most likely turn out okay regardless of my feelings.

#journal #diary

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riverageleis · 1 year ago

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I've been MIA for a few weeks. Between my mental health, starting a couple of new projects, work, and renovations, my spoons have been dangerously low.

Mental Health

I had a Myriad genetic test to see why I failed so many SSRI/SNRIs. The answer is because of the answer is because of all of the ones on the market three (3) work with my genetics. The rest are 'might be okay' or 'absolutely the fuck not.' I've already failed one of the 3, so that makes two left. It is also why I have failed tricyclics. The vast majority of them are in the 'lolnope' category. So is my current antipsychotic, so I guess I get to detox from it. >:-[

Anyway, so Pristiq is making me vaguely paranoid (vaguely being above baseline...) and now I'm sleeping around 4 hours, which is why I'm up at 0130 typing this. I'm tired all the time, have a headache, have all but stopped eating, and in general don't constantly want to unalive myself, but holy fucking fuck! I'm so tired I could drop into a coma at any point during my day. All of these are known side effects., so yay. I titrated up on my dose a week ago and all of those things have gotten worse. Also, yay.

Oh! And a couple of weeks ago I had this random asshole get angry at me on the road because I had the audacity to be in front of him and slow down to turn into my driveway. He was going to turn into the drive behind me and make the biggest mistake of his life until he saw my partner come out of the house and then he thought better of it. That's twice now in the space of a year that men have thought they were going to intimidate me by following me because I had the audacity to be afab existing alone in a vehicle. (The other got mad because I had the audacity to pass him because he was going 20mph under the speed limit.) Some of us have no flight response. That's bad for someone just wanting to be a scary jerk.

New Projects

I'm about 4k words into 2 new stories with about 8k words to edit in my finished works. The aforementioned exhaustion has got those things moving slower than I'd like, despite all of the extra hours in my day.

Work

I'm working long hours again, this last week it was 49. The two weeks before it averaged 44 each. The extra pay helps with bills since my partner was unemployed for 2 months and has worked at his new job for 2 weeks. His unemployment still hasn't come through. (Thanks 'small government' Republicans! It's great that you're in my uterus, but also want to destroy any social safety net us poors might need, you know, like unemployment. You're awesome!)

Renovations

They all but stopped until the last 2 weeks. I think daddy was sick of my partner being under foot for everything instead of worrying about getting a job. Honestly, I was, too. We moved a year ago and he's been unemployed almost half that time. If we hadn't been living in an RV this whole time, we'd have been homeless. (Not really, but mom and dad would have been paying rent or bills or something because I couldn't.) It was only when I told him that he needed to think about moving back to Missouri did he find a job and quickly. It wasn't like this before we moved. He was always employed. I also have fruits and veggies going nuts. I have a sweet potato that I'm going to put in a hanging basket. I have 6 volunteer tomato plants, two of which are losing their minds. I have no less than 3, probably, cantaloupe plants in my burgeoning compost pile. Horsenettle all over the yard, muscadine vines (wild grapes), wild petunias. This wee witch's cottage loves us as much as we love it.

The Cats

And because I need to end on a high note, I need to talk about my cats. My almost 9-year-old beastie, Clarise the former completely indoor City Kitty, has embraced the idea of being a Country Cat. She's being supervised as she explores the yard and all that our wee acre has to offer her, which is mostly grass. She has flea and tick medicine on for the first time in her life. I also discovered that her soft double coat is too dense for a tick to get through. How? I found one on her face trying its damndest to get through to her skin. It was failing. So, now we do tick checks, despite the medicine. Lt. Dan is turning into the most rambunctious little bugger as she heads toward 6 months old. Still, nothing seems to phase her, so I hope she's going to be super chill. She was desexed recently and completely unbothered by the surgery. She also got her first dose of flea medicine because she didn't weigh enough to have any yet. She is also excited to be a Country Cat, except they don't make a harness small enough for her. Fun fact: Tiny dog harnesses are the same size as kitten harnesses.

#mental health #healthcare #life #cats #mental illness #mental problems #ssri #antidepressants #side effects #writing #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 author #tired #plants are friends

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whencartoonsruletheworld · 3 years ago

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Let’s talk about the Chip n Dale trailer huh

ok so I have obviously a lot of complaints about the Chip n Dale trailer as a veteran Rescue Rangers fan. (aka me and my sister sung the theme song on repeat on the school bus until the other kids made the bus driver make us stop.) But like that’s all obvious stuff, let’s talk about the motherfucking animation in this fucking trailer.

So in this Bonkers script they slapped on Chip n Dale, we’ve got a Roger Rabbit world where toons and humans co-exist and CGI is a metaphor for plastic surgery. ok whatever. But the “““2D””” animation looks like ASS.

Note: when comparing animation, I will not be editing the gifs (no color correction/saturation/etc) so that we can compare them accurately. The only editing done is to occasionally slow down a shot so that the gif doesn’t give me a headache. I will mark slowed clips with a * in front of them so you know. ok thnx

So like. let’s start with the obvious comparison. Roger Rabbit.

Here’s how he looks in the trailer (w/ chip, dale and the three little pigs)*

Here’s how he looks in the movie made in the fucking 80s.

Starting with what should be obvious to any animation student: the lighting. The lighting in the C&D trailer doesn’t hit the animated characters. It’s flashing colors and you could take the opportunity to make it look like Aristocats but they don’t change color at all; maybe a tint here or there at best. The lighting in Roger Rabbit was famously impressive because it was super difficult to pull off with their limited tech at the time.

If you’re an animation student you already know this, but for everyone else: the technique “bump the lamp” was named after the following giffed scene in Roger Rabbit where Roger and Valiant are hiding in a storage room and “bump the lamp,” causing it to circle around. This means that the lighting is constantly shifting and changing. At the same time, Roger must interact with shaking handcuffs and stop a shaking box. This was super difficult to pull off but they did it just to show off that they could.

The C&D trailer has no lighting effects which makes it look super tacky and slapped on. Roger doesn’t even look like he’s touching the floor, let alone in the room.

“But Connie,” you may say, “This is a different 2D animation style. This is the ‘2D Shader Style,’ which is just CGI that looks 2D. Roger Rabbit is an unfair comparison.”

You may also say, “oh, Connie, it’s just the trailer, the animation’s not completely finished yet, even the Sonic 2 trailer spots are showing animation upgrades as they go along.”

So. Let’s compare this to. The Tom and Jerry trailer.

They’re both obviously CGI if you pay close attention, and Tom and Jerry has a bit of the same lighting problem on Jerry (the trailer at least, I haven’t seen the full movie). But two things distinguish them:

The lighting is not as bad; it’s not a recurring problem, just in a couple shots I noticed.

Tom and Jerry is expressive. The C&D characters barely emote, don’t really move much. T&J, meanwhile, knew that their main draw was the slapstick, which requires a lot of expressiveness. Their faces go wide, their reactions to getting hit are big. In a lot of the shots they look like they’re there, interacting with the main characters, and you can kinda look past the lighting thing because the interaction looks so good.

Again, though, haven’t seen the full T&J movie, maybe they fixed the lighting, maybe they made it worse, but this is just comparing trailers with the same animation style, right?

And ALSO. ALSO. This 2D shading thing. They didn’t NEED to do 2D Shading! Last year they dropped the new Space Jam with actual good-looking 2D animation.

COMPARE THESE.

[this third one is *]

Space Jam’s EXPRESSIVE, it’s SHADED, it LOOKS LIKE THE ANIMATORS GAVE A SHIT ABOUT WHAT THEY WERE DOING.

Space Jam 2’s also a good comparison with the plot-- Space Jam was ALWAYS corporate shilling and vaguely meta. Daffy Duck plants a WB logo on his ass and kisses it in the og film. The new one has Foghorn Leghorn in Game of Thrones. It’s always been corporate pandering and they’re not pretending to be anything else and that’s fine, we go to the movie to see funnie rabbit play basketball with pretty animation.

Chip and Dale was NEVER subversive meta commentary, nor was it ever like. Interacting with the IRL world like this. It’s not Roger Rabbit– the tv show they’re ripping on, Rescue Rangers, was originally a tv show for The Rescuers; basically, little rodents solving mysteries and interacting with other animals. It’s simple and I don’t understand how they got “Roger Rabbit Rip” from this.

If they wanted to make a Disney Afternoon reboot movie commenting on changing animation styles, making meta jokes and getting a celebrity cast in... Bonkers was right there. Nobody liked Bonkers but that just means you can’t possibly ruin it and incur widespread wrath. Honestly, you could even make it better and actually get fans in.

But nooooooo we gotta slap it onto C&D because people have wanted a reboot for that and they got excitement in DuckTales so why the fuck not.

also just saying? Not pitching up the voices was a horrible choice. Mulaney and Samberg wouldn’t have been bad choices, they could get good inflection down, but you need to pitch up the voices for Chip and Dale. Even the Alvin & the Chipmunks movies pitched up their celebrity cast, and when you have to say “the Alvin & the Chipmunks movies did this better” you KNOW you fucked up royally.

...oh my god you know what this is. This is an Animaniacs rip. I just realized this as I was about to post. They’re 100% trying to do an Animaniacs movie. “Popular show in the 90s that marked a generation and then got cancelled, and now we’re in a world of humans and toons commentating on the current state of animation.” That sounds like an Animaniacs movie. Was. Was this a script for an Animaniacs movie and then it actually got a (good!) reboot so they ran off and pitched it to Disney? Is that what happened????

This is my new theory I’mma die on this hill.

tl;dr

I am going to turn to the Disney CEOs (Bob Chapek and Bob Iger) and, in the wise words of wayneradiotv,

“I WILL STRANGLE

THAT BALD FUCK

WITHMYOWN ONE HAND”

#chip and dale #chip n dale #chip n dale rescue rangers #chip and dale rescue rangers #who framed roger rabbit #tom and jerry #space jam #space jam 2 #space jam a new legacy #animaniacs #mine

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royallyprincesslilly · 3 years ago

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Title: HALO: A MasterChief Collection: Truth Be Told {5}

Master Chief Pablo x Sergeant Reader

Warning: Plot

Words: 2.6k

Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. One’s body never lies. Master chief John-117 is about to find the truths hidden within his.

Note: Guess who needs more fics? Master Chief!!! I’ve decided to make a Master Chief collection of standalone one shots. They all can be read separately to understand, but can also be read in sequence. I will put a number on them so anyone who is interested in reading in sequence can, but again not necessary. This might be an acquired taste, but it’s Pablo as Master Chief forever and always around these parts. Thank you for reading! Enjoy!

If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

Previous: On Your Six | Feel Something | A Night Off | Apex Predators

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-Master Chief-

“Why did you come to me and not go to Halsey?”

He glanced at her standing there with the tablet in her hands scrolling through his scan results. Right now, her finger was hovered in air waiting for his reply. Swinging his legs over to rest on the floor be sighed.

“You know why.”

“I know nothing, John. For years I’ve watched as you and her relied on each other. I’ve watched as you confided and trusted in her and now seemingly out the blue here you are in my lab asking me to run every test and scan imaginable for reasons you still haven’t disclosed.”

Again, he sighed, then rubbed the back of his neck. Even now he still felt off. For months he hadn’t been able to put his finger on why. He was intelligent enough to know things were different. He felt different—off.

“I can’t help if I don’t know what I’m doing, John.”

He assessed her wondering if she could be trusted. Was she like her mother? Was this a mistake? He heard the ring on her communicator go off and when she pulled it from her back pocket he saw your picture. Instead of answering she exited out of the call and placed the device back in her pocket. He’d taken notice for weeks how often he’d seen you together.

“I didn’t know you and 144 were close?”

Miranda cocked her head to the side and took him in.

“Who said we were? How close can you get to a Spartan? Aren’t you genetically and systematically made to avoid getting close to anyone?”

He picked up the hint of sarcasm in her voice, but through her sarcasm she was being honest.

“If you aren’t close then why is she calling? Why go to a night club together? I’m sure if Halsey found out she wouldn’t like it.”

“Of course she wouldn’t. She likes to keep her toys away from me. Are you threatening me, John?”

He took a deep breath then sighed. “No. I’m not.”

“Good, because I’m sure this would end worse for you than me. I already have her disapproval and desertion,” Miranda added before going back to the tablet.

“So—tell me why you’re here. The scans look normal.”

“I feel off.”

“Off how? Sick, injured?”

“No, just—not like myself or the myself I’ve always felt like.”

Miranda’s eyebrow was cocked. “What’s different? Are you having erratic thoughts, pain, organ failure, or problems with your eyes, headaches?”

“Miranda slow down, no. None of those,” he clarified.

He was getting frustrated. It wasn’t frustration at her, it was with the situation. He didn’t know how to explain this.

“Why don’t you go down a list and tell me what feels different.”

He took a few moments to gather his thoughts and your face flashed across his mind only it was in an inappropriate context. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and your face inches from his in his quarters. It was the latest dream he’d had.

“I have dreams.”

“Dreams? Do—do you normally have dreams?”

“Never.”

Miranda sat up straighter and looked more intently at him.

“What kind of dreams?”

Closing his eyes he looked away. He couldn’t tell her the dreams.

“John?”

“Before I could easily focus, easily keep mission goals in mind and remain objective. Always, without fail. Now—my objectivity is gone.”

“Is it gone over everything or on select things? For instance, if the mission goal was to acquire an object at all costs before you would take any target out to complete the mission, now you go about the mission but aren’t able to complete it at all costs, you try to preserve life or go through a way to avoid civilians when the direct route is faster. Is that the objectivity you’re talking about?”

What she was referring to was mission logic. In his directives, human life was always to be respected. They weren’t the enemy. He’d experienced a slight difference there but that wasn’t the objectivity he was referring to. He couldn’t remain objective when it came to you. It had slowly been happening, but he’d reached the height of no objectivity on the last mission with you--the mission it had all come to head in one of the recovery rooms.

“Okay let’s try something. Come with me,” Miranda said standing and walking toward a second room.

He followed and when he walked into the room, he saw tens of electrodes hanging from the ceiling.

“I’m going to hook you up to these and I’m going to say a serious of words and sentences and monitor the change in your brain. This will tell me if there is something abnormal happening according to all the Spartan data I’ve looked over.

“Okay.”

She hooked him up then walked to the other side of the room where the console stood. He took several breaths and tried to calm himself.

“How you doing?”

“Fine.”

“Okay, we’re going to start. Tell me about the last time you lost objectivity.”

“The day of the Spartan Games,” he quickly replied.

“Was it during the games or after?”

“Both.”

“Halsey.”

It was just a word for reaction. He watched Miranda closely but her features betrayed nothing.

“Sangheili.”

“The Covenant. Riz. Kai. Vannick. Captain Keyes. The artifact. Y/N.”

He felt the reaction within him, he didn’t have to see the consol. Miranda looked up with wide eyes. He did his best to reign in his rapidly firing emotions and thoughts.

“Woah, woah. John, you lit up like the lights in slip space. What happened?”

He didn’t reply.

“Y/N.”

Again, his body betrayed him. Miranda slowly came closer the tablet in her hands again.

“Every lobe in your brain is responding even lobes that—shouldn’t be. This is odd. According to the data all Spartans have no connection the left hemisphere of the temporal lobe. Yours is live and very engaged. It shouldn’t be. John.”

She said his name as if she’d discovered something.

“What is it?”

Quickly she walked to the wall and took a handheld scanner and approached him. She walked around his figure waving the scanner up and down. Then she walked out into the room they’d just walked out of leaving him attached and waiting.

“Detach and come in here John. I need you on this table.”

After pulling the electrodes off his body he walked into the exam room again and saw Mirannda standing beside it with the scanner in hand.

“What are you going to do with that?”

She hesitated. “Trust me, John.”

He nodded, approached and sat on the table.

“Lie down on your stomach.”

Obeying he lied down and waited. He felt her lift his shirt just a few inches then heard the whirring of the scanner.

“Interesting,” she said.

“What?”

“Your pellet it’s—malfunctioned.”

“My what?”

Miranda didn’t speak for several long moments.

“Okay. This may come as a bit of a shock. There is a—device, a small pellet that is lodged at the base of your spine.”

“What? No. How did it get there?”

Miranda paused again. his annoyance shot through the roof and he quickly sat up and looked at her.

“How?”

“It was implanted into all the Spartans as children. It was part of the augmentations.”

His head spun then went back to Soren’s words on after their coincidental run in months ago.

“That pellet in your back does way more damage than you think. Take it out and you’ll be surprised how much clearer the galaxy looks, how much more you are capable of.”

There was this feeling of intense heat that made him want to punch a wall again. It was a feeling he’d experienced several times since his conversation with Soren. It dawned on him then what Miranda’s words meant in connection to this pellet and Soren’s advice.

“What does it do?”

Miranda’s eyes shifted then her head dipped.

“Dr. Keyes,” he said as softly as possible.

“From what I know it controls you, or keeps you controllable. It blocks receptors and terminates impulses and feelings, sensations, drives. It’s meant to make sure you don’t feel.”

“What? Why?”

“Think about it. As humans we experience the world throughout feelings and emotions. If you cut those out then you are easier to be controlled, easier to give up control to others. It makes sense if you’re creating weapons to have a way to control them or in Halsey’s thinking keep them regulated. Emotions complicate things especially when you’re razing planets and species.”

Her words were bluntly spoken. There was no censoring or sugar coating. When she realized what she’d said she opened her mouth to try and smooth it over.

“Did you know?”

“None of this information was given to me. You know she keeps me locked out.”

“So how did you find out?”

Again, she averted her eyes.

“Did you hack into her research?”

Miranda put the scanner down and sighed. “And the data files and asked questions then put two and two together. Oh and Y/N helped a lot.”

“Y/N?”

She closed her eyes, frustration on her features. She said something she shouldn’t have.

“Tell me.”

She didn’t speak.

“All Spartans—does she have one of these pellets?”

Miranda didn’t speak at once, she looked conflicted as if she didn’t want to betray you.

“Tell me!”

She jumped and he groaned feeling an odd emotion, one he couldn’t place, but he felt like he’d done something he shouldn’t have something he had no right to do.

“Please,” he softened.

The expression on her face said it had worked. “Not anymore. She took it out months ago.”

He couldn’t believe his ears, but he knew he hadn’t misheard. His brain went over every detail of the last few months ago.

“She came to me and showed me the pellet. I’ve been running tests to better understand just what Halsey is doing. Without her pellet I wouldn’t have gotten this far. That’s how I know yours is malfunctioned.”

“How did she know?”

Miranda looked away and he knew she wasn’t going to give him that information. He clenched his jaw and thought for a few moments.

“Take mine out.”

“What!”

“Take it out. thanks to Y/N we know it can be taken out without problems. Take mine out.”

“John I don’t know if there are any adverse side effects. Even with the way Y/N took hers out I don’t know--.”

“I don’t care. If it’s malfunctioned it serves no purpose.”

“John, if you take this out there will be nothing--.”

“Controlling me.”

“Regulating your emotions and feelings, suppressing your body’s urges and drives. Everything changes. Yeah, it was malfunctioning this whole time, you were probably experiencing small and mild bouts of this but not on a grand scale. Ask Y/N, life without this has not been easy for her. The adjustment and learning curve is steep.”

He wanted to know everything, but he couldn’t do that without being on a equal playing field.

“Dr. Keyes,” he began.

“Plus what if Halsey finds out?”

“She hasn’t found out about Y/N.”

He knew his logic was shit but he didn’t care.

“Either you take it out or I’ll do it myself.”

She looked helpless for a few moments then sighed. “Fine.”

He sat there as Dr. Keyes gathered the instruments she’d need. His thoughts raced, never resting on one thing for too long. He’d been controlled this whole time. He’d thought that he and Halsey had a cooperative relationship all these years. Now he was thinking about every conversation they’d had. Then he thought about you and your behavior for the last few months. You’d gotten mouthier, more reckless, taken more risks, made more questionable decisions. He thought back to the Spartan Games when you’d hugged the ropes and slid down. logic should have told you it was a bad idea, but you still did it. Was your behavior due to you not having a pellet?

“How close can you get to a Spartan? Aren’t you genetically and systematically made to avoid getting close to anyone?”

Dr. Keyes’ words from earlier rung in his head then that night with you.

“Ready?”

“Without a pellet, what’s different?”

“Thoughts, feelings and emotions become less structured. You experience feelings, and emotions. Your body’s normal impulses and drives return and probably heighten from inexperience. Control will be harder but that might present different for a normal man and not--you. That could have a negative or positive impact on mission objectivity,” she warned.

He hadn’t had mission objectivity before. Lying back on the table he waited for her to begin.

“Do you want me to numb you?”

“No.”

“Show off,” Miranda muttered. He heard it but his thoughts were occupied with much more.

He felt the scalpel slice just at his tailbone to the left, but it was bearable. Definitely not the worst pain he’d felt—not by a long shot. The pressure increased and he felt her fishing around underneath his flesh. It started off mild until it was more forceful. After almost a minute all sensations went away.

“Got it.”

He began sitting up but Miranda pushed him down.

“Let me close you up.”

He wanted to tell her he’d be healed in a day or two and this was pointless but he kept quiet. After a quick spray to his skin to seal off the wound, he sat up and looked at the metallic pellet inside the small surgical dish on side table.

“It looks different from Y/N’s. Hers actually had steady blue lights on it, yours—flickers blue and red.

“Maybe mine is different for a reason?”

Miranda stood and walked out of the lab completely. He quickly followed behind her to an office. He watched as she placed the item in an observation pod then she sat before a console. Miranda tapped on the holographic keys and a minute or so later her screen zoomed by with codes of information. She pulled up her tablet and opened a file and scanned along with the new codes.

“It’s one hundred percent identical. There is nothing different about yours.”

She scrunched closer and paused the codes then scrolled through her tablet. “Ha, the difference is yours is malfunctioned. Something has damaged it. I don’t know…the artifact. Maybe when you touched it the first time it rewired things. How long have you felt off? Is this off feeling you having feelings? Anger, rage, happiness?”

“Somewhat, he slowly began. “It’s been months. It’s possible.”

“This probably hasn’t been working properly this whole time. Have you done anything within the last few months that you’d never done let’s say a year ago?”

He dropped his head and averted his eyes.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

She didn’t ask again but he could tell she knew he was lying.

“It looks like the first malfunction alert was a few months ago. If you’ve been experiencing out of the normal thoughts, feelings then looks like we have found the culprit.”

There were so many questions he had, but he realized the one he wanted to ask them to was you. Without another word, he turned and walked off.

“That’s it? Hey, wait—fine. You’re welcome!”

Ignoring her words, he looked into his communicator and found your location. You were at base. From your location in the base it was likely you were either sparring or training. Quickly he sent a message to you on the communicator.

Sky tower, 2100.

He knew you’d understand. he’d found you there a few times. Your excuse was you wanted to watch the lights. He found it odd the first time but now he understood. You were seeing the world. When he walked outside his intention was to find you, but that same world caught his eye, and everything was different. He’d seen it all before but now it felt as if he’d never seen any of this. He smelled things he hadn’t before, seen colors he hadn’t, details. He could even pick up on different fluctuations in voices. When he heard a laugh, he stopped in his tracks and gawked. He’d never laughed. He had smiled thought—with you.

Instead of going right the direction of sky tower he went left. He wanted to explore.

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buckysgoldenheart · 4 years ago

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Watching You

Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: Walter did not like to waste time on stupid things, and being asked by some young troublemaker to start following an ex-girlfriend around fell under that category. At least, it did, until he found out just who the ex-girlfriend was.

Words: 2334

Warnings: Cursing. Slight smut. Not Edited or anything of the sort, so expect little!

Note: This is just something I had saved that I thought I’d post while I finish up the Vampire Henry Series (Unexpectedly Bitten). I plan to post the rest of that fic all at once, most likely this weekend. As always, comments are appreciated :)

What a no-good loser. That’s what Walter thought the second Jimmy Masters walked through the front door of his office on a Saturday evening. He was a good six inches shorter than Walter, much scrawnier, ten years younger at least, and in desperate need of a haircut. He was the kind of kid Walter hated, the kind of kid that had probably seen the inside of a jailcell for a night or two for some stupid, petty crime, yet refused to learn his lesson.

Walter’s eyebrow arched in disinterest and he sat back in his chair, arms crossed as a coworker led the kid inside.

“We think this falls in your area, Marshall.”

Walter had only nodded and told the boy to sit to explain his reason for interrupting the first moment of peace in the day.

“I got a friend who says detectives know how to follow people real well,” Jimmy said, his voice an aggravating tone that Walter already couldn’t stand.

Walter cleared his throat. “Your friend is rather astute.”

“What?”

The detective blew out a breath, exhausted after speaking with the kid for less than a minute. “Just tell me what you want.” And when Jimmy was done with his pitch, Walter said with a sigh, “You want me to follow a girl that clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you?”

“No, man. She loves me. She does. She’s just confused right now, and I gotta make sure there’s no other guy, ya know? I don’t want her messing around. It’s disrespectful.”

Walter heaved out another long sigh, rubbing at his temples. “But she’s your ex-girlfriend.”

Jimmy shook his head, his shaggy, dusty-blond hair swaying vigorously with the motion. “That’s temporary.”

Snorting, Walter sat up in his chair. “Sure it is. Look, you think maybe she just isn’t interested anymore?”

“Hey, I’m not here for additional commentary. Can you help me or not?”

“From what you’ve said, she’s not breaking any laws, she’s not a danger to herself or others, so I have no reason to—”

“Please, man. Please,” Jimmy said, putting his palms together in lame prayer. Walter was sure this boy hadn’t prayed to anything in his entire life. “I’ll never step foot in here again if you help me out just this once.”

Walter eyed the kid, trying to weight the pros and cons of wasting his time on something so inane, but if it got the little, blond twit to go away, then he figured there were worse things. It had been a slow week as it was. He groaned and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. “Fine. What’s her name?”

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“Walter,” You said, trying to hold back any emotion in your voice as you moved aside to let him pass the threshold into your small apartment. As habit had it, you were much happier to see him than you wished. Walter always had a way of lighting your every nerve on fire from just your bodies being in the same room. You couldn’t help wanting him, missing him, but you hid it well.

As he walked in, his body trailed the outside chill behind, sending a shiver down your spine. Then he pulled the beanie you’d bought him off his head and turned to face you. Though the irritated look on his face was not an uncommon one, you didn’t appreciate it directed at you.

You crossed your arms. “Well?” Walter hung around quite often until you had asked him to quit it, and though he didn’t usually listen to you--putting his own concerns above your wishes--you knew he held a respect for you that made him at least try to keep his distance. If he was stopping by now…well, it could only bring you trouble, but not seeing his face in so long had you more lenient.

“Why is some punk walking into my precinct and asking me to follow you?”

Your eyebrows rose. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. How many punks could you possibly have hanging around?”

Being a decade older, Walter often made you laugh at his distaste for younger adults. You were the one exception, he’d always said, but all others were ‘punks.’ He feared the day Faye had to deal with boys your age, if she were ever so unlucky. “You met Jimmy?”

His fists kept clenching and unclenching, his shoulders somehow broadened, and the frown on his face made his eyebrows pinch and dip deep. “This idiot is really attached to you, Y/N.”

The more he spoke, the more you realized that ‘irritated’ may have been too sweet a word for what Walter really was. “He just doesn’t like his ego being bruised.”

Walter shrugged off his winter coat and tossed it on the couch as if it was still normal for him to do so, then ran a hand through the dark, messy curls you always loved. “Why the hell are you messing around with a--?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not messing around with him anymore.”

“Well, he seems to think it’s temporary.”

“It’s not.”

Crossing his arms, Walter shook his head like a disappointed parent would at their bratty, misbehaving child; the way you’d seen him look at Faye every time he found out she was spending too much time on social media. “Stay away from this guy, alright?”

“You would tell me to stay away from any guy,” You mumbled to yourself with a snort.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

“Do not give me attitude,” He snapped back. “You’re not being safe! If you were, maybe we wouldn’t be having this conversation!"

Instantly, your shoulders stooped and the same old headache began to form. “Not this again, Walt. According to you I’m never safe unless I’m in your line of sight.”

“Yes!” He yelled, stomping your way, stopping just short of ramming his body through yours. “Now if only you could stay in it!”

“You can’t have eyes on me all day every day.”

“The hell I can’t!”

“You promised, Walter.” You let out a small whine. “I told you it was too hard for me to keep seeing you around wherever I went, and you promised you would stop watching me.” You wished it didn’t have to be that way. You wished seeing his face didn’t bring on such a potent punch of pain, but it did. Every single day when you left your apartment, you saw him standing by his car, a coffee cup in hand, unashamedly watching you like some creep. Eventually, you stopped looking in the direction you knew he would be, hoping you may forget he was there at all, but you always felt his eyes on you; such a strong stare, he might as well have been touching you. But you couldn’t take it. Months of your every move being tracked by the man you loved but couldn’t have was taking its toll, and so you begged him to leave you alone, to give you some relief.

“I did stop, and what happened? Barely a month after I made that stupid promise, some dumb, obsessed kid comes asking me to stalk you.”

You leaned back against the wall, growing more exhausted by the minute. “Well, with all the past practice you’ve had watching my every move, I’d say he was rather smart to pick you of all people. Shitty coincidence that he would though, since now I’m getting lectured.”

“I am not lecturing you.”

“Fine, but whatever this is you’re doing here, you’re out of line. My business is not your business anymore. It hasn’t been your business for the last five months.”

“Your little boyfriend came to me,” He said, pointing a finger at his chest, “so yes, it is my bus--”

“It is not!” You bit back. “You could’ve turned him away. You could’ve told him not to follow me around unless he was itching to get a restraining order, but you didn’t, did you? You took this opportunity to check up on me. Again!”

He stepped back, looking as if you had slapped him. His aggressive, guarded barrier of emotions cracked, and you could see the vulnerability he hadn’t shown since your relationship ended.

“Walter” You sighed, “You’re the one who stepped back. You’re the one who said it would be best if we weren’t in a relationship. You said I was a distraction and—”

“I said you’d be at risk, not that you’re a distraction.”

“It doesn’t make a difference.”

“Damn it, Y/N, it does! I only did it because I love you!” He said without hesitation, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You know that!”

You blinked. “No, I did not know that! You seriously broke up with me because you love me? That’s ridiculous.”

“I broke up with you to keep you safe, but I clearly suffered for nothing seeing as you put yourself in unsafe situations even without my association.”

You wanted to believe him, so bad, but people don’t leave behind the ones they love. After all, you loved him and the thought of leaving him made you nauseous, even now. When you were together, he may have appeared in love, but after a year he still hadn’t told you and you knew you’d let yourself get a little too hopeful. If you were honest with yourself, him breaking up with you was not as much of a shock as it should’ve been. But as you looked at him now, you could see that he truly believed you already knew.

“It doesn’t make sense that you would do that,” You said. “People don’t just break up with someone they love.”

“Fuck, Y/N, did I ever seem unhappy with you? Did I ever come across like I didn’t want you every second of every day? My every other thought was of you,” He said loudly, like a rant, and you were having a hard time figuring out who he was mad at. “So don’t try to tell me how I felt, and feel now. I still love you and that’s not going to change, but I can’t have criminals, murderers even, coming after you because they are pissed at me for hunting them down or having a case against them. It would take nothing for the average officer or detective to figure out that you and I were together even if we were hiding it. How hard do you think it would be for some psychopath?”

You hadn’t realized a tear slipped down your cheek until you tasted it at the corner of your lips. It was salty but somehow bitter and left a thick burning path along your skin. You quickly wiped it away. “Why didn’t you tell me this months ago?”

“Because, stubborn as you are, you wouldn’t have listened. You would have told me it didn’t matter.” He fell backwards onto the couch, closing his eyes and letting out a groan. “I try to do the right thing. I try to protect you, thinking everything will be fine as long as no one can link you to me, but I can’t…stay away.” His eyes met yours. “And then you beg me to, and it’s excruciating to obey. When I was able to watch over you, it reminded me that I did the right thing. You were safe and I could constantly be reassured of that.”

You walked over to him, your heart thumping with every step, then sat on your knees in front of him, placing your hand atop his own resting on his thigh. His other hand reached for your face and his fingers softly grazed your cheek before they tucked some hair behind your ear. “Walt—”

“That kid…Jimmy,” Walter interrupted as he began tracing the back of your hand with his thumb. “He thinks you’re in love with him.”

“I’m not.”

“You swear?”

“Of course, Walt. I told you--”

“I know,” He said with a single nod of his head. “I know. Maybe I’ll actually get some sleep now.”

You rested your cheek on the inner side of his knee and said, “You could sleep here.”

“Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” You bit your lip nervously. You couldn’t even dare to count how many times you’d had sex during the course of your relationship, but now, asking him not to leave made your pulse thrum in your ears.

He leaned forward and looked down at you. “Because I don’t think I can say no to you.”

“Then why would you bother trying,” You whispered without a second thought and slowly inched up on your knees so you could connect your lips with his.

It lasted only a second or two before he broke the kiss, grabbed you by the arm, and yanked you onto his lap. His grip at the back of your neck pulled your mouth to his as your hand slipped between your bodies and quickly started to undo his belt buckle.

“God, baby,” Walter groaned against your lips when you wrapped your fingers around his thick cock and released it from his jeans. He pulled the ratty, old t-shirt of his over your shoulders and softly settled his hands on your hips. “Damn it.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just…missed these,” He said, placing a kiss on one bare breast, then the other. “I missed you, so much.” He placed his lips to the curve of your neck, then met your eyes. “I miss you every fucking day.”

You kissed his forehead, and his arms tightened around you as you lifted your hips and sank down onto him. “I missed you too, Walter,” You said, but the words melted somewhere within the mix of your moans and his groans.

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cuddlepilefics · 4 years ago

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Nap time, baby

Fandom: Stray Kids

Little: Chan

Caregiver: Felix

No one’s POV.:

Working on their new album, 3racha and especially Chan were getting back to the dorm later and later each night. Today was especially tough because JYP rejected almost half of the songs they had been working on. When the clock was nearing two in the morning, Chan sent his two dongsaengs home. It was obvious that Changbin had been struggling with a headache for the past few hours and Jisung was spacing out so much, the leader doubted he was as awake as he claimed to be. The two also didn’t put up as much of a fight as he had them expected to, though they begged him to go back to the dorm with them. Chan couldn’t afford going back yet. There was still so much work to do and it would only continue to pile up if he didn’t get it done with now. Sure, he was beyond exhausted but even if he went home with his friends now, he wouldn’t be able to sleep, knowing what was waiting at the studio for him the next day. To make matters worse, Chan started do doubt his composing skills with how many of their new songs had been cancelled. He had poured his heart out on the paper and hearing that that wasn’t enough for Stay hurt him more than he wanted to admit. Still he didn’t want to give those songs up completely, so when Changbin and Jisung left, he opened those files and played around a bit. Maybe with a bit more editing, they would be good enough.

When Chan finally locked up the studio and went home for the night, it was five in the morning. He shuffled into the dark and quiet dorm, knowing he was the only one still up. He didn’t even bother to take a shower because he knew he had to be back at the company in only a few hours and he wanted to get the most sleep out of the time he was given. Tiptoeing into the room he shared with Changbin and Felix, he found both of his dongsaengs knocked out in their beds. Changbin’s face looked so much more peaceful and his eyebrows weren’t furrowed in pain like they were earlier. Just to be sure, the leader quickly collected painkillers and a bottle of water and placed them on the rapper’s nightstand. Hopefully Changbin wouldn’t need them and would be fine when he woke up. Then he took off his shirt and slipped into bed, letting the softness of his blanket envelop him. As his tense muscles relaxed into the mattress, it took almost no time for sleep to pull him under.

Everything was dark around them, the music had just ended and now there was silence. No reaction from the crowd in front of them, the lightsticks turned off. Looking around, he found the terrified faces of his dongsaengs, waiting desperately for the usual cheers that they got after a performance but there was nothing, just a black ocean of silence and it was slowly drowning them. He hadn’t worked hard enough, didn’t produce good enough music. He was the reason his members, his brothers had to experience their first black ocean. When the first tears fell from the youngers’ eyes, Chan couldn’t take it anymore. This was his fault because he was a terrible leader, a terrible friend and a terrible hyung. He just wasn’t enough. His head started to spin and slowly got fuzzier as his throat tightened with the urge to cry. He felt like falling as the darkness swallowed him.

Panting Chan shot up in bed, still feeling fuzzy and still surrounded by darkness. He couldn’t see anything in the dark that surrounded him, he felt lost and alone as a sob tore from his throat. There was some quiet shuffling, which Chan couldn’t hear over his cries, before the darkness disappeared, illuminated by a bedside lamp on the other side of the room. Then there were arms around him, he wasn’t alone anymore. In the dim light, Chan blinked at his Aussie brother through tears and buried his face in the worried boy’s shoulder. “Hey, hey, it’s okay mate. Whatever you thought was happening, it was just a dream”, Felix soothed in a low voice, running his hand up and down the older’s bare back. The only reply he got were more sobs and he looked over at his other hyung, who was still knocked out on the third bed in the room. Carefully, the dancer grabbed Chan’s arm and pulled him to his feet, guiding him to the living room. The leader was clinging to him like his life depended on him, like he would lose him in the darkness, that could return at any moment.

“Hyung, …too dawk – not enough”, Chan whimpered, while Felix tried to wipe the tears that just continued to run down the leader’s cheeks. Finally, it clicked and Felix realized the other had slipped into his headspace. He removed his hands from Chan’s face and let the little bury his head in his chest. Chan soon started to suck on the fabric of Felix’ sleep shirt, leaving a wet spot, and slowly his breathing evened out and the tears stopped falling as the only thing he focused on were Felix’ heartbeat close to his ear and the calming scent of his shirt. When Felix felt the other had calmed down enough, he whispered: “You’re okay now, kangaroo. It was just a nightmare, not real at all.” Chan nodded and glanced at the clock, realizing he had only had about two hours of sleep. Whining, he pressed himself closer to Felix, who chuckled and ruffled his head. “Want to try and sleep some more?”, he asked, ready to tuck the little back in. Chan shook his head and whimpered. He knew the bad dreams would come back to haunt him, if he dared to close his eyes again. The caregiver sensed his fear and turned on the TV, searching for a cartoon to distract the little. It seemed to work and Chan even tolerated him leaving the room for a moment. He wanted to get the little a hoodie and make some hot chocolate. The leader giggled cutely when Felix put the hoodie over his head and pulled the hood over his face for a second. When his eyes fell on the cup of hot chocolate, covered in marshmallows and sprinkles, he immediately made grabby hands at it and the caregiver had to remind him to slow down or else he’d burn his tongue. The nightmare long forgotten, the two Aussies enjoyed their cartoon and cuddled on the couch waiting for the rest of the group to wake up. Sure, Felix was tired and cursed having to get up early but it wasn’t earlier than necessary. If he could get up early for their schedule, he could get up early for his little too.

Before they knew it, an hour had passed and the members sleepily shuffled into the kitchen to quickly force down a small breakfast before they’d have to head to their schedule. Minho was the first to spot the two Aussies on the couch and approached them, asking what they were doing up so early. Felix sighed and sat up with Chan still in his lap, explaining: “Our little Channie here woke up about an hour ago from a bad nightmare and he was too scared to go back to sleep, so we just stayed here.” – “Oh, he slipped?”, the second oldest asked. They all knew about their leader’s headspace, although it had been a while since he last slipped. Felix nodded, whispering that it was about time after neglecting his little side for weeks. Minho could only agree and promised Felix he’d find a way to let both him and Chan stay at the dorm today. The leader wouldn’t like taking a day off but he needed to rest and hopefully being little would make him comply easier. After breakfast, Changbin sat down next to his roommates on the couch. “Don’t worry about today, Jisung and I will have it handled at the studio and Minho and Hyunjin said, they’d just teach you they dance moves for the new choreography some other time”, the rapper smiled, “Just please get our kangaroo here to rest because I’m honestly surprised how he can still go on with how little sleep he has had recently. It’s good he finally slipped, so he can let go of the stress for a bit.” – “I’ll try my best. Right baby? We’ll spend a nice day full of cartoons and naps”, the caregiver cooed. Chan bit his lip, feeling guilty as he watched his members leave the dorm for work. Memories of his dream kept resurfacing, despite being little, he could feel that he should pull himself out of it and go to work too because he wasn’t working hard enough. He was letting his brothers down who had to work harder now that he stayed home. He wasn’t enough.

Felix watched the leader’s face grow sad and was quick to pull him from his thoughts with a lighthearted hair-ruffle, laughing: “Let’s make breakfast, cutie. Hyungie hasn’t made pancakes in ages.” The dancer quickly mixed the batter together and let the little stir the finished batter, so he’d be occupied while Felix got the pan ready. Chan watched in wonder as his caregiver flipped the pancakes like it was the easiest thing in the world. Felix also chopped up some fruit and decorated the little’s pancakes with a cute smiley face, while simply stacking his own pancakes and adding some fruits on the side. He put the bowl of chopped strawberries into the fridge for later and carried the two plates to the dining table, Chan following him and clapping his hands excitedly. The first difficulties started when the little got emotional over having to destroy the cutely arranged food on his plate. Felix dried his tears and when the leader was ready to finally eat, he fed him his breakfast. After cleaning the dishes, they moved to the couch again to watch some more cartoons and nibble on the strawberries. The morning seemed to be going well, especially because Felix knew about the little’s love for strawberries and continued to feed him while watching TV. Sadly, the mood soon took a turn when the bowl was empty and he asked Chan to go brush his teeth. “Nuh! Nuh wanna”, the leader frowned, stomping his foot when Felix dragged him to the bathroom. After a bunch of threats and the caregiver counting down, Chan gave in and brushed his teeth but continued to sulk afterwards.

He sat on the opposite side of the couch from Felix and when the dancer asked for cuddles, he shook his head and shifted further away. The little hadn’t said another word to his caregiver and still didn’t feel like it. He was upset at him for making him brush his teeth and threatening to take his favorite plushie, a stuffed husky, away for the rest of the day. Suddenly, the screen in front of him turned black and he turned to Felix with a shocked expression. Felix sat there with the remote in his hand, giving him a challenging look and stating: “Wow, you’re finally looking at me.” – “Tuwn on!” – “No, mister. First you listen to me. You need to drop your attitude right now because you’re being cranky for now reason”, the caregiver warned sternly. Chan’s eyes started to burn. Felix wasn’t mad yet, just warning but his voice sounded scary. Felix sighed and set the remote down on the coffee table. He could see the other’s wobbly bottom lip, so he hummed: “What’s really going on, Channie? You’re usually so well-behaved and never cause trouble for your hyungs. This is not like the sweet little boy I know, so please talk to hyung.” The caregiver’s voice had gone soft and his face showed nothing but worry, so the little couldn’t do anything but break down. Felix opened his arms an invitation because he wasn’t sure the leader wanted to be touched right now.

Sniffling, Chan crawled into his caregiver’s lap and tried to absorb as much of the other’s warmth as he possibly could. Felix petted his messy curls, which felt so comforting that the little just melted into his touch. “Channie tiwed”, the little whimpered, “Nuh feel good, evewything huwts.” The dancer frowned, he should have known. His baby was extremely overworked and sleep deprived. He always gets a bit cranky when he’s tired and Felix couldn’t even imagine how tired the leader must be. It also didn’t come as a surprise that he felt achy from working so much and resting so little. The dancer rubbed his back and kissed his forehead, whispering: “I know, sweetie, I know. Do you want to take a nap?” Chan shook his head and sniffled a bit, he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. “Insomnia?”, Felix questioned and the little nodded with a pitiful whine. Then the dancer had an idea. He stood up, koala-carrying the other to the bathroom and starting a warm bath. “It’s okay, Channie. Why don’t you take a nice and warm bath and relax for a bit? Look, hyungie got you a pretty bathbomb too”, the caregiver promised, pulling out a large purple bathbomb. Chan calmed down and removed his clothes. The warm water relaxed his muscles and he giggled when the water started to bubble from the bathbomb Felix had dropped in.

Soon the water had turned a deep purple shade and lavender scented steam drifted through the bathroom. Felix had left only for a second to get the little some fresh and comfy clothes but his heart broke when he saw Chan just laying in the tub and staring at the ceiling above. The bath toy, his beloved rubber ducky sat untouched on the rim of the tub, the little not having the energy to play. The caregiver placed the stack of clothes down on the sink and crouched next to the tub, humming: “Hey kangaroo, want hyung to wash your hair?” Chan nodded and with some struggle sat up, turning his back to Felix. The dancer took some shampoo and made sure to take a few minutes to massage the little’s scalp he also used some conditioner afterwards because he knew the other didn’t take care of his frequently died hair enough. Chan yawned when he climbed out of the tub, a large fluffy towel wrapped around his shoulders. He put on the clothes Felix had picked out and sat on the closed toilet lid while the caregiver dried his hair and applied some moisturizer to his face. “Want hyung to make you a bottle?”, Felix asked, guiding the little to the couch. Chan nodded and curled up with one of the cushions while the other went to the kitchen.

Felix still had hopes to get Chan to sleep, so he decided to feed him the bottle in bed. While the leader sat in the center of his bed indecisively, holding his plushie in his lap, the caregiver placed the bottle on the nightstand. Pulling his favorite blanket off his own bed, he smiled at the little: “Now, let’s get you all comfy. Hyung will lend you his favorite fluffy blanket to wrap you up all nice and cozy. You can cuddle Skye (plushie) and have your bottle.” Felix sat down against the headboard of Chan’s bed. He parted his legs and let the leader sit between them with his back against the caregiver’s chest. Then he pulled the blanket over them and tucked it around Chan’s broad shoulders. The leader was always a bit shy about his little side, so it was easier for him to drink from a bottle when they weren’t facing each other. Felix ran one hand through Chan’s damp curls to get him to relax and used the other to raise the bottle to the little’s face, who was quick to latch onto it with his lips. The more time passed, the more the caregiver could feel the little relax and by the time the bottle was empty, Chan had completely melted into him. Felix set the bottle on the nightstand and shifted them into a lying position, with the blanket tucked around them comfortably. The leader certainly seemed sleepy now.

They lay in comfortable silence for almost half an hour and Felix was certain that the other was asleep. At least till the boy on his chest whimpered: “Hyung, Channie nuh can sleep.” His voice was weak from exhaustion and muffled from the fabric of Felix shirt and the blanket. The caregiver’s heart broke. He had hoped so hard that his little was finally getting the rest he needed. “It’s okay, little kangaroo. You don’t have to sleep, we can just lay here and cuddle. Do you want hyung to read you a story?”, Felix cooed. He knew the harder he tried, the harder it would be to fall asleep. He pulled out his phone and pulled up a random bedtime story he found on the internet. Making sure to keep his voice low and his accent prominent, Felix started reading, a small smile on his face when Chan played with his fingers. The little seemed so fascinated by the dancer’s tiny hand that, like the tiny baby he is, he had to take it into his mouth. Felix got startled for a second but chuckled when Chan started to suck on two of his fingers. He really needed to buy the little a pacifier at some point, so he wouldn’t just take anything like Felix’ shirt, hoodie strings, his sleeves or Felix’ fingers into his mouth. Though it didn’t really bother him because he saw how at peace the leader looked and he wouldn’t dare pull him hand away. Felix almost squealed with joy when he finally heard soft snores from the boy in his arms but stopped himself to not disturb the little’s rare sleep. He kissed Chan’s head and put his phone away, whispering: “Alright, it’s nap time, baby.”

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outerbankslut · 4 years ago

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Listen Before I Go... Draco Malfoy

Summary • Based on the song ‘Listen Before I Go’ by Billie Eilish. At the final battle at hogwarts, Draco realises something too late.

Warnings • death, sadness etc. Swearing.

Word Count • 1.2k (Blurb)

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(GIF isn’t mine, let me know if it’s yours)

Take me to the rooftop

I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turnin' blue

Tell me love is endless, don't be so pretentious

Leave me like you do

DRACO SAW IT all. It was all so sudden. He saw the eruption of light that emitted from in front of him, like blue electricity that blinded him until it was too late. He saw it shoot forward. He saw you in the line of fire. Your eyes turned to him almost in slow motion as you both knew what was happened and then a second later you were gone. Draco moved to do something. Save you, sacrifice himself but instead he felt your limp body fall into his arms as he fell to the floor barely holding you up. Your eyes no longer begging him, pleading for him to be okay, to not do anything. Your eyes were empty, lifeless. Skin cold as ice and unforgivingly colourless and hollow. A single tear trickled down your cheek as you breathed your final breath. The life was sucked out of you.

Taste me, the salty tears on my cheek

That's what a year long headache does to you

I'm not okay, I feel so scattered

Don't say I'm all that matters

Leave me, deja vu

YOU SAT UP confused as you looked around, sure that you were meant to be dead. But you felt fine. Your eyes scanned the chaos around you and saw the back of the blond boy you were looking for.

“Draco!” You shouted scrambling to your feet and across all the rubble towards the boy. “Draco...”

Confusion set in as soon as you saw the body laid across his lap. The tears in your eyes weren’t falling. Somehow you felt at peace with this revelation. Your heart aches seeing the boy you loved.

His tear stained face sobbing and scrunched up in pain.

You were everything. The one person who chose to love him despite his flaws. Understanding and kind. You helped him realise how wrong he was about everything. Or at least how wrong his parents were.

But apparently you were too late. If only he’d chosen the right path and not let his misguided upbringing stray him towards the dark side. It was out of pure necessity. Survival. But if he knew this was going to happen to you because of his mistakes he’d go back and choose the right path a hundred times no matter where it leaves him.

His hands curled tightly around the ripped and worn fabric covering you as he sobbed into the crook of your neck. His cries begging you to come back. But the blond knew it wouldn’t work. You were dead and only the darkest and most dangerous of magic could ever bring you back. But the boy knew you wouldn’t want that. You’d curse him for even thinking about it at all. As the boy sat up he kissed your forehead softly, “I love you, Y/N.”

If you need me, wanna see me

You better hurry, I'm leavin' soon

Sorry can't save me now

Sorry I don't know how

Sorry there's no way out

But down

HE SHOOK HIS head as a lump formed in his throat choking him. Not allowing him to breath as he thought about you. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His blue eyes cast towards the wand still grasped loosely in your outstretched hand that Draco remembered holding. Feeling your reassuring squeeze as you have him a smile. There was nothing now. The Malfoy hesitantly moved a shaking hand towards the wood in your hand seeing its intricate features you had loved about it so much.

His hand grazed one of your fingers wincing at its icy cold harshness. He felt his jaw clench. You’d never be able to go where you wanted in life. Never be able to become the amazing wizard you were. He choked back a sob that could shatter worlds as he thought about everything he already missed. It had all become something he looked forward to when seeing you. He craved the sound of you laughing, laughter that he had caused and the smile that appeared on your face. He missed seeing you excited over what class you were going to that day or new things you learnt. You’d always tell Draco about them and he’d listen despite already hearing it in that class before, just because it was you.

Call my friends and tell them that I love them

And I'll miss them

But I'm not sorry

Call my friends and tell them that I love them

And I'll miss them

Sorry

HE CLOSED YOUR eyes slowly saying goodbye to the the very things that looked toward him in adoration instead of disgust and hate and that held a comforting gaze as he felt footsteps wander behind him.

“What happened?” The stern but quick and distant voice Hermione Granger appeared behind him as he felt all the world falling around him. White noise and chaos. Would he be able to be without you.

You watched from afar as he cradled you no ounce of him ready to let go of you and Hermione approached from behind. You walked up to him your ghostly hand setting on his shoulder.

He could feel comfort surge through him. He felt the weight of your hand there. It almost felt like he could feel your breath on his neck. And almost as if he heard you murmur the words in his ear, your voice soft and sultry. He already craved the feeling of you again.

“Draco. It’s okay. You can let go now. I have to go now,” You turned seeing the ever growing white light around you. You were ready. Never ready to leave him. But you were ready to wait for him. You’d always wait for him. “But be strong for me. I’ll always be here. I’ll always be waiting. And when you’re ready, we can see each other again. Be happy and please tell everyone I’ll—I’ll miss them. Please live your life, okay? I love you, Draco Malfoy.”

You kissed the boys forehead and you saw the pain flash on his face. He heard every word. And it hurt even worse. He wouldn’t hear you singing in the halls or ever feel your presence around him again. He could only imagine. He let out small sputter. Burying his face in the crook of your neck as he pulled you closer to his body. And suddenly he felt a hand in his shoulder, just as you walked away from him. Towards the light.

He turned quickly only to see the Granger girl there an abundance of tears gathering in her eyes as she let out a small gasp inaudible to Draco as he sobbed. He didn’t know when he’d stopped but eventually he laid you down on the ground and stood up with his wand. His eyes were free of tears and his face monotone as he looked at everything falling down scattered around him. Giants were destroying structures of Hogwarts. Flashes of magic were everywhere. The setting was dusty and filled with debris. It was all falling apart. But Draco was glad you weren’t at the centre of it now. And if he needed to, he’d sacrifice himself. For everyone who’d lost someone, for you, for Hogwarts. For anyoen he hurt.

And then maybe he’d see you again. Maybe he could finally make the right choice.

Note • I literally came up with this like two hours ago and it was meant to be a blurb but then I realised how similar it was to this song so I put some of the lyrics in and then edited it after and obviously it was a lot longer than before. I did only roughly edit so please excuse the bad grammar and spelling mistakes :) anyway so yeah finally fricking posted. Hoping to finish a stiles imagine for bricks’ writing thing but it finishes in two days so idk whether it’ll be finished but anyway I have to go revise for a psychology test that’s in like 7 hours oop.

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firefly464 · 4 years ago

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The Gilded Cage - Chapter 1

if you cant tell the first part of this was written by pami a couple weeks back when we first decided to actually do a prequel :D

Written in collaboration with @i-have-this-now :D

Thank you @rivys for beta reading, editing, and writing :D

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The first thing that Eret noticed when he woke up was the aching pain in his head. Before he even opened his eyes, he could feel the side of his head throbbing. Every tiny movement sent another wave of pain through his mind.

Tentatively, he cracked open his eyes, only to shut them almost immediately as a bright light pierced his vision. The light only caused his headache to grow ten times worse. A wave of nausea washed over him, making him groan internally. The last thing he could clearly remember was being on stream, with each memory after that fuzzy and unreachable.

All things considered, he was probably hungover. He couldn’t remember ever getting drunk, which probably wasn’t a good sign.

Eret tried for a second time to open his eyes, this time pushing through the pain in his head. As he looked around, he noticed his surroundings were blindingly white. It was as if someone pointed a flashlight directly at his face. Squinting, he tried to see where he was.

It was way too bright to see anything he recognised, but even with the weird light he saw, he couldn’t see any of the familiar outlines of his desk or chair. It looked like he was inside some sort of strange room from the looks of it, only just barely able to make out the bright outlines of a couple windows. Oh god, did he get kidnapped? Was he already in the second location? What was going on?

“Whoa, slow down. You’re going to make yourself sick. The potion still hasn’t fully left your system,” Eret was forced to swallow a scream of surprise as he heard his friend's voice. Wilbur’s voice was coming from somewhere beside him, though it was far too bright to actually see him. “Wait, here’s your glasses.”

Glasses? Since when did he wear glasses? ��My wha-” Eret began, cut off as an object was pushed into his hands, plasticine and cool to the touch. A pair of sunglasses. He slipped them over his eyes and immediately realized why Wilbur had given them to him. Everything darkened significantly and he could see a lot more than he could before. He was in some sort of van, metal sheets were hammered into the walls of it, as if it had been built by people who didn’t really know what they were doing.

“Hey, so uh, how are you feeling?” Wilbur asked, his voice filled with tension.

He glanced over, surprised to find his friend wearing a strange, revolution based outfit. Maybe they were at a con? That would explain the strange cosplay, but it still didn’t make sense. For one, Eret couldn’t remember ever actually going to any conventions, and besides, he was fairly certain that all all conventions were canceled because of covid.

“I feel like shit,” he admitted, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position.

Will chuckled slightly, but it sounded forced. “That makes sense. The potion took a toll on all of us.”

“Potion…?” If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t know where he was, or why Wilbur was there too. He didn’t know what was going on. He was confused, lost, and just wanted to go back to bed.

The door to the strange van creaked open and someone poked their head in. “How’s he do- oh! You’re up!”

Eret had to do his best to suppress a shriek of surprise. Entering the van was Fundy, but he was… well, different. Peeking through Fundy’s brown wavy hair were two pointed fox ears, and swishing behind him was a fiery orange tail, tipped with a patch of snow white fur. What the fuck?

“Fundy?”

Wilbur furrowed his brow. “He might be experiencing some memory loss. Eret, do you remember who I am?”

“What?” He shook his head, trying to focus. “Yeah, I don’t-- Memory’s good. Just uhh…” He tried to think of a viable excuse, but nothing came to him. “Y’know.”

“Right.”

A tense silence fell over the room as the three of them stared at each other, unsure of what any of them would say next.

Fundy cleared his throat. “Well, sir, I’ll assume my post at the door again. Let me know if he causes any trouble.”

Wilbur nodded in return. “Make me proud, son.”

With a sharp salute, the fox began towards the door of the van. “Of course, father.” Just as soon as he had entered, he was gone, his tail flicking behind him.

Eret furrowed his brow. Father? That didn’t make sense, Wilbur was only three years older than--

Oh.

Memories came rushing back to him as the pieces clicked into place. He remembered the Final Control Room, the strange falling sensation and... being in the game? No, no. That can’t be right. It wasn’t real, right?

“Eret. I need you to focus. I’m going to ask you a few questions.” Wilbur asked, now more forcefully.

“Er, sorry about that. What- sorry- what was the question?” Eret was tempted to ask him what was going on but he thought he should just answer the questions for now.

Wilbur sighed, as if disappointed. “Why didn’t you press the button?”

“Why didn’t I- what?”

“The button was supposed to open up the walls, wasn’t it? You were going to open up the walls, let Dream in, and drug us all. You were supposed to betray us, why didn’t you?”

“I- I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Eret, don’t lie to me, we found the needles in your bag-”

“I’m not lying.” He steadied his voice, there’s no use shouting at Wilbur. It would only end up making things worse. “I didn’t know what was going on. Wilbur, you have to believe me.”

“You were going to betray us. Why should I believe you?”

Eret didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t real. This isn’t supposed to be real. It was just a game. It was… It was right in front of him. Wilbur didn’t act like himself, he was stern and precise. Was he really even Wilbur? The one he streamed with and joked around with? The one he gathered resources for in Minecraft? He just didn’t understand.

“Wil, what the hell is going on?” Eret started. “One minute, I’m at my PC. Next, I’m here in this… whatever this place is.”

“What do you mean? Eret, you-” Wilbur was cut off.

“Wilbur, I don’t think I’m from here.”

“...what?”

“I- This whole world- This isn’t supposed to be real. I’m not supposed to be-”

Click.

Darkness creeped into the edges of Eret’s vision, spots dancing in front of his eyes. Blood rushed past his ears, drowning out any other sounds. It felt as if his mind was filled with static noise, whizzing and humming. “What the…” He blinked a few times to clear his vision. Wilbur sat on the wooden stool, his eyes glazed over. “Uh, Wilbur? Are you alri-”

Wilbur snapped out of his strange trance and shot to his feet, his gaze filled with anger and hatred. “Eret. You heartless bastard. Do you have any IDEA-”

“What? Wilbur, why-”

“Why the fuck are you even here?! To mock us?! To rub your victory in our faces?!” he was screaming now, his voice echoing through the small room, making Eret’s head pound.

"What the hell are you talking about?! I didn't do anything!" he was on his feet now, his arms raised to protect himself. He didn’t know what was going on, but the look in his friends eyes was enough to make him fear for his safety.

The door to the van slammed open as Fundy came rushing inside. A rush of emotions flew across his face as he took in the situation before him, going from confusion, to shock, and eventually settling on pure hatred, mixed with a hint of fear. His tall, pointed ears were flattened against his head. In any other situation, Eret might have found it funny, but in the moment he was in no mood to laugh. “What the fuck is going on? Why is Eret here?”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out. This son of a bitch was here when I came in, who knows what he might have done.” Will snarled, never taking his eyes off Eret.

“What the fuck do you mean? Wilbur, you brought me here! I’ve been here the entire time! You- Fundy, you saw me!”

“Excuse me? What the hell do you mean by that? I’ve been standing outside this entire time!” Fundy’s hand was on the hilt of his sword, ready to unsheath it and attack at any moment.

Wilbur’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Fundy, trying to figure out what Eret was talking about. “Enough!” he cried, “Fundy, I want you to go and ring the alarm bell. I need everyone here at once. Understood?”

“But what if he-”

His eyes narrowed even further. “Now.”

Eret’s mind raced a thousand miles a minute as he watched his friend scamper outside, most likely to go and sound the alarm. He needed to run, to escape. He didn’t know what was going on, or why Wilbur was so angry at him, but he knew that he needed to leave. The murderous look in his friend’s eyes made it very clear that he wasn’t just going to let Eret walk away peacefully.

The far off sound of a bell ringing echoed through the small van. Eret could feel his heart rate increasing. Any second now, the others were going to come into the room, and it would make escape ten times harder. If he was going to make a run for it, this was his chance.

He glanced at Wilbur, then to the door. Although the taller man was in a defensive stance, he wasn’t armed. There was no weapon in his hands. This could be his only chance.

He crashed through the door, and didn’t look back.

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buckthegrump · 4 years ago

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I’ve Been Trying Hard Not To Talk To You - 2

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Y/n hates Bucky Barnes. Absolutely loathes him what makes it worse is that she has to share her office with him. Now with a promotion on the horizon she has to find a way to work with him and not against him.

Warnings: Angst (kind of), it’s an enemies to loves, there’s not fluff in this part

Word Count: 1473

A/n: anyway please leave feedback

Peter Parker lucked out in Y/n’s eyes. He was a paid intern. The paid internships when she had first started looking into publishing companies had been few and far between. But they had since changed their ways, lucky for him. She knew that he still lived with his aunt and helped out with the bills, and he was the sweetest kid.

Sorry, not a kid. Or so he reminded her every time she called him that. But Bucky got no back talk when he called Peter kid. Any time Y/n pointed that out, Bucky said it was because Peter had a crush on her, there were a few flaws with that logic. The first one being, no one had a crush on her. Not ever. She hadn’t even ever dated anyone, and she was almost 28 years old.

The second problem being that - no, just that.

Not that any of that mattered. What did matter was that it was Monday, and that meant that Peter was back. Thank the lord because Y/n was about to go crazy if she had to go another week without some sort of buffer between her and Bucky. He’d been incredibly annoying last week.

“Hey, Peter!” Y/n called, and not three seconds later, Peter was standing at her office door out of breath.

“Yeah, boss?” He smiled at her.

“Is everything ok?” He nodded, still smiling. Y/n wasn’t sure if he ever didn’t smile. “Ok, well, I was supposed to be getting a package from -”

“From R.R. Williamson, yes, I think someone just dropped it off at my desk -” Peter looked as if he was about to run off back to his desk.

“Parker,” she stopped him, and he looked at her, “You don’t have to run. No one’s going to fire you or take your internship away if you walk to do your job.”

“Yes, boss,” he nodded. And he started to walk away, got about three steps, and ran the rest of the way.

That kid was always go, go, go. And at some point, this kid was going to have to slow down. He ran back, but before he got to the door, he slowed down to a walk, and as casually as he could, walked over to her desk.

“You’re not fooling anyone, and thank you,” she reached out her hand as he handed the package to her.

Y/n often didn’t like to do a read through on the computer. She would get constant headaches staring at the screen. So she did a lot of her work on paper before making the edits on the computer. And she had a pair of blue blocker glasses that she kept in her drawer at work, not that she wore them all that often with Bucky sitting so close to her.

Speaking of Satan’s right-hand man, where was he. It was almost eleven, and she hadn’t seen him all day, meaning he was late. But why? Did he have an appointment? Was he sick? Not that she should care. No, she should focus on doing her fucking job.

“Stop running in the office, Parker,” she called after him as he walked out of the office, “one of these days you’re going to run into someone, literally.”

“Yes, boss.”

“You can call me Y/n,” she said.

“Yes, boss.”

Y/n rolled her eyes as she opened up the envelope.

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The hours seemed to tick by, and she was having a hard time focusing on the words in front of her. She hadn’t even made it through half a page.

She looked at the clock, 11:30am.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She whined and slammed her head on her desk.

“Ahh, sunflower, had I known that my absence was going to drive you to insanity, I would’ve left you all alone much sooner. Did you miss me?” Bucky’s voice filled the room.

Y/n groaned into the paper, unwilling to look up to her office mate. If this last half-hour was any indication as to how the week was going to go, this was gearing up to be the longest week of her life.

“Yes, here you are. And my life is so much better now that you’re here and back at the office,” she said, sarcastically lifting her head slightly, “oh, please take me away from this place and be my part-time lover.”

“Awe,” Bucky patted the top of her head.

“Binky get your hands off of me,” she snarled.

He groaned at the nickname, Y/n smiled to herself. She thought of that nickname after she had babysat her niece, Monica, and watched Arthur. And on that glorious children’s TV show had a character called Binky Barnes. She didn’t use it often, but his reaction to it always made her happier.

Bucky sat down at his desk and started typing away at his computer.

“Hey, kid!” He called after a few minutes.

It took Peter a few seconds longer than usual. Y/n was about to be proud of him for not running over, but clearly, his delay was because he was further away than usual. He showed up at the door, looking disheveled.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.”

Without looking at the poor boy, Bucky held out a pile of small envelopes. “Take these down to the mailroom.”

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.” Peter grabbed the mail and walked away.

“You could be nicer to him, ya know,” Y/n told him.

“If I wanted your opinion of how to treat my employees, I’d ask. But alas, I didn’t ask, so keep it to yourself,” Bucky winked at her.

Y/n glared at him as she contemplated how to kill him. He continued to smirk at her, god did she hate him.

“Well, I’m just pointing out that if you’re nicer to the intern,” she leaned back in her chair. “Who’s internship ends at the end of October, by the way, and if we want him to come back to be our assistant, we have to be nice to him.”

Bucky let out a laugh. “There’s no worry about the kid coming back.”

“Why?” She asked, but she wasn’t sure that she wanted the answer.

“The kid is in love with you. It’s cute that you can’t see that. He practically worships the ground you walk on. Why do you think he runs in her any time either of us calls for him? Oh sunflower, you don’t realize the power you hold over that boy, do you?”

Y/n stared at him. The mere idea of Peter, really anyone, being in love with her, was laughable.

“First of all, using someone’s feelings against them to get what you want is terrible. Just be nice to him. Second of all, he’s not in love with me,” and because she couldn’t stop herself, she gave him finger guns as she said the next thing, “and my history would suggest that I am unlovable.”

Bucky’s face twisted into what she might have called confusion if she hadn’t known him any better.

“Anyway, be nice to the intern, he’s a good worker, and I don’t like how you’re treating him,” she continued before he could say anything.

“Are you in love with him?” Bucky chuckled. “Oh, sunflower, he’s a bit young for you, don’t ya think? It would be taking advantage of him if you decided to pursue that relationship.”

“You’re really funny, Binky. Binky Barnes,” she said, falling back on her true and true. “Binky Barnes, love expert. You should write a book. Maybe you might even be able to get it published.”

She beamed at him and gave him a wink. He huffed and turned back to his computer.

The rest of the day flew by after that. But all she could think about was what Bucky had said, more accurately what she’d told Bucky. About not being loveable, and the face he gave her after she said it.

It would’ve been so easy to not say anything.

“Is your car still in the shop?” Bucky asked as they rode the elevator together. Breaking their routine again. Or (the tiniest voice in the back of her mind interrupted) starting a new one.

“My car was never in the shop, my friend Carol needs to borrow it while her’s is in the shop,” she corrected. “She needs a way to pick up her kid. And I’m not making my niece suffer through this terribly cold autumn.”

“Are you going to continue being stubborn, or will you accept a ride home today?” Bucky asked.

Y/n furrowed her brows and looked him up and down. “This whole trying to be nice thing, it’s kinda scary.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but the doors opened on the lobby floor, and she walked away from her.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes au

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msmarvelwrites · 4 years ago

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The Winter Ghost - Part 4

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn't and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/n

Warning: language maybe?

W/c: 3.5K (sorry not sorry)

A/n: Shuri is probably one of my favourite characters in the MCU so please enjoy her sass ❤️ Thank you again to @cutie1365 for editing and making this readable 💕

You sat in the cold steel lab, next to a pile of machines that whirled in the silent room. Small wires attached to your temples and hooked into the computers. You didn't know how you imagined Shuri, but a small 16 year old girl was definitely not it. This was who was going to be prying and prodding through your brain? I guess this is how S.H.I.E.L.D felt the first day you showed up. The thought made you stifle a laugh under your breath and wish you could only remember.

Every 10 minutes after scanning the hologram which hovered just above the desk she would stop, and ask if you were okay to continue. You would nod, unable to actually create coherent words. The process of regaining your memories was excruciating, to say the least. Shuri made it better though. She was bubbly and kind. Her voice was bright and reminded you of the wind chimes your mother used to hang on the porch.

Another blast of electricity surged through your brain, causing you to double over and yelp.

"Okay, okay, that's enough for today." She announced, crossing the room and placing a hand on your shoulder. You flinched her away desperately trying to focus away the pain.

"No. Keep going." You gasped, steadying your breath.

"Y/n, we have to take this in steps. If we dig too deep we can risk serious brain damage, or worse." She explained. You looked up at her concerned face, tears welled in your eyes but you quickly wiped them away.

"Dr. Shuri, please-”

"It's Shuri. Just Shuri. And no, I’m serious. I think we've retrieved some core memories, but there's no way to be sure." She spoke over you, turning her computer off and carefully removing the wires from your head. You winced as she pulled them out, but you were finally able to breathe right again. “We’ll just have to keep tabs on ya’.”

"How will we know what I remember?" You asked, watching her pack her equipment away.

"You won't," She stated, placing a small alcohol wipe in your hand. You blotted the small incisions the wires left behind. Gross.

"But, we'll keep doing bi-weekly checkups and monitor your behavior. There could be trigger words that Hydra has hidden in your brain. The last thing we need is you going all ‘Winter Soldier’ on our asses." Shuri giggled to herself and patted you on the back. You tried to hide the scream of pain that erupted from her contact. You suppressed a cry and smiled as best you could.

"Thank you Dr- um, Shuri. Seriously, I can't tell you what this means to me." You corrected, getting up and following him out of the room.

"Anytime. This is my new specialty I guess. I think I should consider updating my resume to super soldier fixer-upper."

You walked through the compound slowly, still unsure where everything was. Steve had assigned you a bedroom on the top level, close to Agent Romanoff, or Nat as she had asked you to call her. She and a few other former Avengers occasionally stayed in Wakanda after everything went south in Nigeria.

You hadn't really been asked if you wanted to stay here, but Nat explained that Hydra was keeping close tabs on you. It would be safer for you here while you remembered what it is they needed.

As you continued through the hallways you happened upon a large floor to ceiling mirror. You tried to not look, but your curiosity got the better of you.

Your hair was a knotted mess yesterday morning, so you decided to braid it back. Now, long strands fell from it, curling around your face and neck adding to your dishevelment. Dark circles bloomed under your y/e/c and reminded you of the sleep you so desperately needed. The faded Stark Industries tee-shirt hung loosely on your frame over the black elastic biker shorts Nat had given you to borrow. She promised she'd take you back to your Brooklyn apartment at some point to collect your own clothes. You huffed, trying and failing to tuck the few strands that fell from your loose braid back, only having two more shake loose.

As you rounded the corner you noticed two large metal doors. Loud thuds and grunts were protruding out from behind them. The closer you got, the better you could see through the small window.

Nat was sending a graceful roundhouse kick to Bucky's neck. He stumbled taking a few steps back but ultimately gained his balance again. You swallowed a gasp. Bucky was close to twice Nats size. You watched in amazement as she ducked between his legs, sending a swift elbow to the crook of his knee. He immediately dropped.

Quietly you slipped through the gym door, careful not to disturb the two while they circled each other slowly.

You watched in awe as Bucky threw a punch with his metal arm at Nat, who skillfully dodged it, grabbing his wrist and twisting. With the added momentum she swung onto his shoulders, still grasping his arm and yanked him backwards onto the mat with a loud thud.

"Holy shit!" You gasped, and quickly regretted it as the two super heros looked up. You knew they were on your side, but damn. You didn't know how anyone picked a fight with either of them. They both looked so venomous. Nats face softened when she registered your wide eyed gaze.

"She lives!" The Black Widow announced, laughing as she grabbed a towel, patting her sweat slicked face. Bucky stood then slowly, watching you intently like he was waiting for something.

You grin sheepishly and nodded. "That she does. Damn, Mr. Rogers wasn't kidding around. I still feel like I'm vibrating." You chuckled.

"Remember anything?" Bucky spoke suddenly, watching you carefully. You shook your head.

"No, not really. Shuri said it'll take time. That she recovered something, but-" you huffed, a little frustrated and body still sore. "I got this wicked headache instead." You finished. Bucky chuckled and ran his metal hand through his dark hair.

"So," You began, approaching the sparring mat, "do you think you could show me how to do that?" You ask Nat, referring to her insane fighting skills. Her eyes sparkled and she laughed softly.

"I don't know Y/n," she motioned for you to step onto the mat, "think you got what it takes?"

Her dazzling grin dropped almost as fast as her fist flew through the air. You could tell instantly that the blow would miss you entirely, but in that moment something snapped. You closed your eyes and you felt your whole body burst into flames. Images flashed through your mind and when you opened your eyes, everything moved in slow motion.

You looked to your left, watching the assassin's fist fly closer and closer. You tried to take a step back, but your body seemed to switch into auto pilot. In one smooth motion you blocked her wrist, and almost as fast jabbed her side with a harsh blow.

Natasha stumbled back, stunned. You looked down at your hands, like it was the first time you were actually seeing them. Holy shit.

“Oh God, Nat. I didn't mean to!"

Another fist flew at you, to which you ducked, dropping into a squat position you kicked your right leg out. In the same motion you twisted your body, sweeping your foot across the mat and taking Nat down as she gasped. You looked up at her, eyes wide and panting. What the-

"Fuck." Bucky finished your thought. Natasha rubbed her hip in discomfort as she reached for Bucky's hand, pulling her up.

"What the hell was that?" She challenged. You stood, stumbling back a few paces and raising your hands in surrender. What the hell had just happened?

"I- I don't know..." You stuttered, "Nat, I'm so, so sorry I-'' she waved her hand stopping you.

"I'm fine, don’t ever apologise for kicking someone's ass... Maybe you remembered something after all?" She spoke, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow sarcastically.

"My turn." Bucky rumbled. You would have frozen at the darkness in his voice, but your instincts kicked in. The soldier leaned back on his right foot, sending his left rocketing through the air and towards your face. Fire erupted through your body again, startling you awake.

Gracefully you wrapped your arm around Bucky's impending kick, absorbing the blow. His sheer strength made you stumble back a little, but you quickly slid back into the routine.

"Попался” Gotcha’, you smirked. Bucky looked at you, mouth slightly agape.

“What did you just-” He didn't have a chance to finish as you twisted your body, bringing your elbow up delivering it down onto his shoulder with a loud crack. You finished him off with a swift kick through his legs, tackling him to the floor.

"Ow," he mumbled through jagged breaths. You gawked at him in disbelief, holding his hands above his head, straddling the super soldier's waist. Bucky shifted slightly, realising the compromising position you both were in.

"Gotta hand it to ya, punk. That one actually tickled." He chuckled, as you removed your hands from his wrists. He noticed your body was still unmoving, eyes almost glassy. Carefully he tapped your thigh, knocking you back into reality. You physically shook your head, trying to center yourself.

"What happened?" You asked, still straddling Bucky. He looked at you quizzically, trying to read your face for any answers, but came up short.

"Y/n, I think we need to talk to Shuri again." He offered, picking you up by the waist and helping you off the mat.

"Yeah, I think that's probably a good idea." You said, staring wide eyed at the two former assassins.

When you entered the lab, you noticed Shuri was still there. She paced around the room, picking up sheets of paper, scanning them quickly before she looked at the hologram.

"Not possible." She breathed, still unaware of your presence. Bucky cleared his throat, alerting the engineer to the three of you.

"Holy crap!" She jolted. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to sneak up on a girl with an endless arsonal of deadly weapons before?" Shuri clutched her heart, steadying her breath.

"No, actually." You voiced. Buck coughed trying to cover his laugh.

"Listen, babe. It's important," Nat started, entering the lab further and hoisting her petite figure onto an examining table. "Y/n just handed Bucky his tight ass without breaking a sweat, so we were just wondering... What the fuck?" She emphasized that last word with a raised brow and wide eyes. Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes as if to say 'she hit you too.' You thought it was probably the cutest thing in the world, watching the former assassin stuff his hands into his pockets and glare at her like he was a kid.

"Y/n, how do you feel?" Shuri spoke, ignoring Natasha, which didn't bother her as she swung her legs daintily off the table.

"Um, fine I think. I'm a little tired but besides that-"

"What's happening here?" Captain America suddenly boomed, storming into the lab. You flinched, startled by his loud voice. Both Nat and Bucky look totally unfazed while Shuri only rolled her eyes. I guess Captains mood swings were a normalcy around here.

Natasha explained the situation to him while he passed the room, arms crossed and a scowl permanently glued to his face.

"How could you let this happen?" Steve finally barked, pointing an accusatory finger at Shuri. You thought if he had spoken to you like that you would melt away, but the small teen only scoffed and brushed him off.

"Hold up, Boomer. I didn't let anything happen. You brought her to me." She started, looking at you almost apologetically. "You told me to find Y/n's memories. That's what I'm doing. Unless you think you could do a better job with your zero years of education and that dinner plate you call a 'shield?'" She scoffed and went back to looking at her computer.

“You made my shield” Steve huffed under his breath.

“Uh, no. How dare you? I would never, the thing is incredibly impractical. I did make it better though.” Shuri mocked the Captain. Jeesh, the girl truly had balls, that's for sure.

"How do you feel?" Steve questioned. It took you a solid five seconds to realise he was looking at you.

"Oh, I'm fine. Yeah, I'm fine. Just really confused." You mumbled, terrified you were going to set the Super Soldier off again.

“Well I can shed some light, would that be okay with you, old man?” Shuri spoke sarcastically to Steve. He only rolled his eyes and waved his hand motioning her to carry on.

“I ran your blood through a few tests. I don't know how I didn’t see this before. I mean it's right in front of us. You failed the drug test. By like, a lot. Which I thought was weird but to each their own ya know? Anyways, I looked into it and your body is literally emanating radiation, which got me thinking. The only people I know who literally sweat steroids are-”

“She’s a Super Soldier.” Steve interrupted. You stared at him wide eyes and back to Shuri. This wasn't possible. You didn't feel super. Actually you felt pretty crappy, to say the least.

“Not exactly. At least, Y/n doesn't have the same chemical compound as you. Whatever serum she's drugged up on, it's not one I've ever seen before.” Shuri finished, holding a test tube of your blood up and analysing it. You felt like you were going to throw up. You didn't know if it was the chaos of the situation or the fun new information that past life Y/n was a steroid junky but it was enough to make you lightheaded. You stumbled back a few paces, uneasy on your feet. A strong arm wrapped itself around your waist, steading you before you could fall. You looked up at Bucky's warm smile suddenly feeling a little more at ease. Gotcha. He mouthed, and you took a deep breath. I am calm, I am okay… Just, breathe.

Ten minutes later and a bunch of arguing the room finally stilled. Shuri explained how she suspected Hydra had a weapon similar to the super-soldier serum, only more complex. The whole thing made very little sense to you.

"Why would Hydra inject me with the serum?" You argued, skeptically.

"Because, they physically couldn't make another drop. Y/n destroyed the lab with all their research. The one they gave to her was the first of its kind. It's flawed and unpredictable. Without her cooperating, recreating a serum was impossible. However, if they injected it into our friend here, they could monitor how it developed in a controlled environment." Shuri explained.

"So, you think the serum they gave me is their super secret weapon?" You asked, stunned. Shuri only nodded.

“You're the blueprint…” Bucky mumbled under his breath. You didn't know if he had meant for you to hear as no one else in the room seemed to notice he had even spoken.

"And you're sure it's in Y/n's system?" Nat asked, her eyes scanning over you.

"I mean, I guess there's only one way to know for sure. I have this…theory. I could be wrong, but I highly doubt it… Y/n, I think it's time you meet our resident teenage witch."

You followed the team into what looked they're common room. Plasma TVs hung on the walls and large floor length windows lined the room.

There sitting on the long couch was a girl. She looked to be about your age, maybe a little younger. You watched as red ribbons of electricity shot out of her hands and through the air like dangerous waves. The small tv remote hovered mid air as her red tendrils held it.

"Maximoff, front and center!" Steve announced loudly, startling the girl causing her to rocket the remote through the air. It flew past you, an inch from your face as it crumbled into the wall behind you.

"Holy shit!" You screamed, ducking as a delayed reaction and holding your hands over your head.

"Language..." Steve lectured under his breath. You mouthed a 'sorry' and stood up again.

"Didn't mean to startle you, I just have someone I'd like you to meet. He gestured towards you as her eyes followed.

"Hi." You spoke quietly. She smiled kindly and spoke apologetically, "Hi. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw electronics at you." She shrugged.

"Occupational hazard when you're around me. It's kinda' my thing." You chuckled at that.

"Perfect. Now that you've met... Wanda, will you please fight Y/n." Shuri spoke dryly. The girl, Wanda, looked from Shuri to you.

"Um, no?" You blurted looking at Shuri absolutely terrified. There was no way you were fighting this chick. She just fired a remote at your head with the ease and strength of a shotgun. Hell no.

"Please, you won't hurt her. It's for science." Shuri shrugged, but you weren't sold.

"Yeah, that's not happening. There's gotta be another way we can test your theory." You shook your head frantically. Wanda looked slightly intrigued, crawling across the couch and perching on the arm rest.

"What exactly would you have me do, Shuri?" She questioned, looking wickedly dangerous. The small engineer grinned, crossing her arms over each other.

"Do what we practiced." She cooed, dryly.

The team behind you took a few steps back. You hadn't realised they had deserted you until it was too late. Wanda created a small red blast of electricity in her palm. You watched as she shaped it like a snowball, carefully dropping it between her hands. You watched in awe as it sizzled and sparked between her fingers.

“I really, really don't like this idea.” You voiced, looking back at Steve and Shuri, who only watched in anticipation.

You turned back to face her as the energy surged towards your body. Before it could explode you crossed your arm over your face protecting yourself from its inevitable blow. But it never came.

Carefully you opened one eye, and then the other. More people now gathered in the common room. You looked around at their faces, landing on Bucky who, unlike his teammates looked horrified. You looked down at your hands then, and what you saw made you choke out a gasp.

Your whole body was glowing with the same red electricity Wanda has thrown at you. Your eyes darted up to her and she just stared at you in shock.

"What the hell is happening right now?" You yelled, terrified and feeling like your whole body was vibrating.

"Exactly what I thought would happen. You've absorbed Wanda's powers." Shuri spoke matter of fact, like this kind of thing happened every day. I guess with these people it did.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Bucky demanded. He felt powerless as he watched the Witch’s energy circled around you. You nodded, reassuringly. Though you didn't know if you believed it.

"Okay, what do I do. I don't want this-" you reached your arms out and with a bright flash of red, the electricity exploded from your hands, throwing Wanda off her seat and hurling her backwards. Quickly she caught herself mid air before she crashed through the window, hovering above the floor.

"Holy crap" She screamed, checking she was all in one piece "I sincerely apologise to anyone I've done that to. That really stings." She winced as she landed back on the ground.

"Shit, I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry!" You crossed the room, making sure she was okay.

Wanda laughed, "You sure do make a great first impression." She spoke sarcastically. You half smiled, not knowing how you could help.

"I guess that's kinda' my thing." You spoke, causing a dazzling smile to dance across Wanda's pink lips.

"This is so exciting! I’m going to run back to the lab and run a few more tests. Obviously you aren't able to control how you absorb your opponents powers. You're going to have to practice before we can try that again." Shuri spoke, tearing you away from your exchange with Wanda.

"I am not doing that again." You argued, horrified that you almost chucked Wanda out a plate glass window.

"Sure you are. Come now, science experiment, let's see what else you can do." You huffed and followed Shuri’s voice.

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A/n: as always, feedback it welcomed!! Let me know what you think 💕💕💕

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lokidiabolus · 4 years ago

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Last Resort - Chapter 2

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Pairing: Thomas x Newt

Warnings: ex boyfriends, AU

Summary: Three years after breaking up with Thomas, Newt finally thought the past of hating each other was behind them, until Thomas asked him for a favour - pretend they got back together for a week while staying at his parents’ home. Because it was an absolutely dumb idea, Newt was inclined to refuse, but then found himself in the house he used to visit when he was in love and happy and the bitter reality of only pretending for people he always liked made him miserable. But it was nothing against dealing with Thomas himself for a week straight and trying not to fall back in love that hurt them both.

Or: Prompt ch. 192 with added spice. Or something. I just needed to write for a while :’)

Can be found on Ao3.

Notes: I think I never did so much rewriting like I did with this chapter. I'm still not satisfied with it, but I swear my brain just can't come up with anything else. Scrapped like 6 pages asdfjslfjslfjsdl. Now it's short :c

Anyway, guess I just wanted a bit of Thomas' insight for it. He's complicated lol. Or maybe not really, just trying to keep up. Don't we all though lol.

Oh and @izzymultifan (actually remembered)

Unbetad!

EDIT: (17. 5. 2021) I edited the ending with a lil continuation of the scene I previously deleted, because I thought it was unnecessary, but then I returned to it after few days and thought it should stay. It's not very long but I guess it's kinda important.

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Thomas woke up disoriented, thirsty and definitely not rested enough, like when his alarm goes off on a workday and he only slept for four hours. But here was no alarm, no work, just him waking up with a flinch and realizing he wasn’t in his flat, and he wasn’t alone either.

The blond hair right in his face immediately pushed him into realization he was holding onto Newt like he was his lifeline, one hand under the shirt on his belly, other on his chest clutching the fabric, and an unmistakable morning hello tenting his pants, digging right into Newt’s backside. In retrospect there wasn’t much worse Thomas could have done to him, except maybe having a hand down his pants (which admittedly he used to do sometimes when they were together, but then again, that situation definitely didn’t scream murder like it would now).

In a sleepy confusion that hazed his just-woken-up-brain he searched the foggy memory on how this situation came to be, no matter how familiar it felt to him. Newt made himself pretty clear about sleeping together, so the sudden closeness – well, more like an absolute merge, unless he’d slip in – no, no dirty thoughts, bad Thomas, bad – didn’t make much sense.

The night came back to him embarrassingly slow – he got drunk because for some reason his dad decided to decimate his super precious whiskey, even though normally he hoarded it like a dragon his gold. He could only think of Newt being the incentive, drinking the whiskey so fast in his dad’s eyes, while Thomas downed it all to save him from barfing (Newt’s alcohol tolerance never existed in the first place, he disliked about any kind of it, and as far as Thomas remembered he got drunk only once with vodka mixed with orange juice on Aris’ wedding, because he could barely taste the vodka in it until it was too late). Then the world started spinning, Newt dragged him to his room somehow… which sounded farfetched, so maybe dad helped, he drew blank around that area honestly, probably because he stood up and all the alcohol began circulating faster. Then they talked… probably, and then Thomas fell asleep, since that’s all he could recall.

And now his hard-on was trying to get some, and he held Newt against himself with sheer ferocity of an obsessive hugger off his meds and the realization dawned on him like tons of bricks. Was he going to wake him up if he let go? Newt always woke up at the slightest noise before, there was no way of going to pee at night without getting back to the blond blinking owlishly at him, asking what happened. Was this Newt he barely knew anymore still the same? Still twitchy and light sleeper and grumpy and slow to rise when getting up?

Thomas didn’t have much choice anyway, did he. He just had to let go either way, and preferably remove his hips from Newt’s back and act like it was no biggie to be hard when in bed with his ex. He slowly untangled his hand from the front of Newt’s shirt and retreated from under the shirt as well with the other hand and managed to roll onto his back without Newt visibly stirring, which was a success. Unless he pretended to be asleep to avoid talking to Thomas about pushing into him like a horny teenager, which also worked.

Not like he hadn’t been doing that in the last month of their relationship anyway, just... ignoring the problem until it went away (a problem named Thomas) and well, ultimately it succeeded. It would work now too, and Thomas refused to poke the wasp nest this early in the morning – judging from the clock at 8:04 – and just went with the flow.

Need coffee, he thought unhappily when the headache set in. And water. Maybe some alone time in a bathroom first.

Newt didn’t stir until Thomas slinked out of the bedroom, which was a complete lie.

***

“Dad, just drop it,” Thomas repeated for fourth time when his dad couldn’t stop haggling him about his childlike alcohol tolerance the moment he appeared in the kitchen, asking for black coffee. He couldn’t tell him he drank Newt’s portions and without that argument nothing would sound plausible anyway, so he just dodged it with an increasing headache. Newt got up about half an hour later and didn’t speak a word to him – Thomas would even say he avoided his eyes several times, which meant he was absolutely awake in the morning to witness all of Thomas’ struggle to even exist around him peacefully. Which he couldn’t for years, really, so this only proved it.

It was fine. Thomas learned how to deal with it, despite taking him two years to come in terms of being hated by a person he loved since he was 17. Well, everything around the breakup took a lot from him, but he dealt with all eventually, right? He could finally look Newt in the eye without having all the incoherent anger and frustration pile up and he could talk to him fine as well unless they breached one of the thousand forbidden topics. Like them. Like family. Like love. Like sleeping. Like breathing, existing and fucking just trying to live.

Anyway. All dealt with, of course. No hard feelings.

(Lots of them.)

“You dealt with the drunkard just fine, right Newt?” his dad chattered towards the blond, patting him on his back and Newt forced a smile and a nod. Thomas saw this particular expression too often to not recognize it and huffed while sitting down at the counter with his own coffee.

He was used to being a bad guy anyway, no matter how much of the blame he genuinely deserved. They both knew he didn’t get drunk because he wanted to get wasted enough to drop unconscious on a spot and Newt would be a hypocrite to badmouth him when he was pouring all his whiskey to Thomas’ glass with thankful expression yesterday. But then again, not even he could tell Thomas’ dad about it, so they just had to have this unspoken oh yes, Thomas is a real piece of work as always.

Which sort of sucked. But Thomas couldn’t care less what his dad thought about his alcohol tolerance, it wasn’t like he threw up everywhere or broke mum’s precious bowls set (again). Not that he expected Newt to defend him anyhow, but he could at least say nooo, he was fine, he just fell asleep or something. Not that it surprised him he didn’t, but…

“He used to drink majority of guys from my work under the table and now look at him,” his dad delivered his fifth Thomas can’t drink for shit jab. He sure loved to milk that. “At least he has you to look after him, huh.”

Thomas stared at Newt’s back with mild annoyance the more the blond refused to elaborate on anything, just smiling at his dad while making himself a cup of coffee, and then Thomas’s eyes suddenly fell on the nape of Newt’s neck with a vicious, red mark near the hairline, and his whole body seized up like he got paralyzed.

A hickey? Since when? From who? What? Wait, was Newt already dating somebody else?

Saying already like three years were short amount of time… Thomas mentally scolded himself and his body raised up on its own volition, like being pulled in by some invisible force towards the blond. He had no clue if it were a twisted need for revenge or vindication or just him being unable to come in terms of not being told or warned, or maybe all of it together, he just couldn’t stop and plastered himself all over Newt’s back, trapping him between his body and the counter, circling his thin waist like a vine (he got thinner for sure).

“Of course I have you, don’t I,” he purred into Newt’s ear, loud enough for his dad to hear perfectly, and felt how Newt’s whole body froze, his hand mid-stir of the coffee. Thomas could see how his Adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped. “Looking after me when I get hammered into unconsciousness.”

“Yeah.” Newt’s voice sounded small, and Thomas wanted to bite down at that red, angry place on his nape like an animal. His dad probably wouldn’t appreciate it, but his ego sure would. He let his hands slide lower, to Newt’s hips, grabbing a handful, and the habitual movement made him restless. He did it zillion times during the time they were together. He did less, he did more, naked, clothed, lying, standing up, in whatever situation, touching Newt was his privilege.

And some fucking horny prick just took it?

Just marked his boyfriend – ex-boyfriend, Thomas, ex-boyfriend for three years, pull yourself together, you’re not 17 anymore – like a property and he didn’t even fucking notice?

Newt’s breath hitched and the spoon he was holding dropped into the coffee, splashing the black liquid around it, dribbling down the drawers under, making the blond curse under his breath.

“Sorry,” he immediately said towards Thomas’ dad who was handing him a cloth to wipe it with, and started squirming. “Thomas, leggo. Can’t reach.”

“Don’t wanna,” Thomas refused, squeezing Newt even tighter. “I’m hangover and miserable and you’re supposed to take care of me.”

Thomas’ dad snorted but took the hint and retreated while calling at his wife the boys are being rowdy again, Anna! And the kitchen fell back into silence, except of their breathing, with Thomas plastered against Newt’s back like he wanted to topple him over (he sort of did).

“Do you enjoy being a bloody prick?” Newt finally broke the spell, pawing at Thomas’ hands to get them off, his voice an angry whisper. “What’s your deal, for fuck’s sake!”

“Hangover,” Thomas huffed, not letting go and to be completely honest, Newt wasn’t really trying as much, just slapping his hands half-heartedly. “Could’ve at least said I didn’t give you any trouble, I covered for you the whole night.”

“You gave me loads of it!” Newt started wiggling, and Thomas had to fight the urge to just bite down, mark any piece of skin available, to make the restlessness go away. “You were heavy as fuck, I had to carry you all the way to your room!”

“Yeah, and?” Thomas grabbed him lower, and Newt pinched his hand in revenge, which finally made him let go with sharp breath.

“Fuck you,” the blond barked at him with fiery eyes. “I don’t know what you are trying to prove but groping me is not on the bloody table, get it?!”

“Mhm,” Thomas rubbed the place Newt pinched him at. “Sure. No fun allowed, got it.”

“Fuck off!”

Thomas hated how Newt turned away and the hickey was so visible it made his insides churn. He used to talk about his problems a lot these past few years, so he could finally let go of whatever was holding him in place, unable to forget, and he thought he reached that point, that he was free.

Looking at Newt marked by another man… no. He was not. Still stuck, still the same.

Still angry and miserable.

Still… there.

***

The fact Newt refused to talk to him completely was an understatement. Thomas blamed his unsteady approach on the alcohol, because what else he could blame it on – his own feelings? He sodealt with those already, there was nothing that would make him see red.

Except of a hickey on his ex-boyfriend’s neck, that would do it. Apparently.

But still – it was the hangover that made him stupid, right. If he’d be completely sober and not aching anywhere and his mind clear, he would just… shrug at it. It was Newt’s business who he slept with or not, or who he let bite his nape like a dog (some young fucking idiot who thought hickeys are still sexy? Stupid shit).

Not Thomas’. Not anymore.

The more he tried to push it away from his mind, the more his mind pushed back, just pointing it out loudly every time he glanced towards the blond sitting on the couch in the living room, bundled in a fluffy blanket, fiddling with his phone.

He was fiddling with his phone a lot actually. Texting somebody?

The guy who left the mark?

Thomas felt the irrational anger seep into his consciousness again and he forced it back down with a frown. He knew asking Newt to help him to get his parents off his back wasn’t exactly a great idea (asking ex to be your bf again for a show just screamed trouble), but at the same time asking anybody else just felt… wrong.

Thomas had to admit he’d be able to go along with this only with Minho, probably. Because Minho was a born actor, he’d be able to breeze though this with ease and Thomas’ parents would like him for sure, because, well, everybody liked Minho, honestly.

Asking Teresa or Brenda was just… desperate. Because other than them it would be Newt and getting back together with Newt… well. Thomas could tell from the moment he saw him getting into his car in front of Newt’s workplace it was going to be tough for both of them.

Not much of a surprise so far climbing Mt. Everest would be easier than keeping his chaotic feelings under control.

“You need some fresh air,” his vision of Newt got obstructed by his mum in a frilly apron she wore unironically and he looked up to her with half-lidded eyes.

“I think I need chicken soup, actually,” he offered in response, because dragging himself through the snow outside now sounded like a death penalty.

“Air first,” she insisted, adamant, and turned towards Newt like an executioner. “Right, Newt? A walk would do him good.”

Newt looked at Thomas and Thomas just knew. He was doomed. Newt was going to betray him like Scar did with Mufasa and he’d enjoy it, he could see the glint in his eyes, just shining there, spelling revenge in big, neon letters.

Please, he mouthed at the blond in desperation and Newt tilted his head to the side and then his mouth curled up.

“Sure, that’s a great idea, Anna,” he signed the death certificate without an ounce of shame and relished in it.

Fuck you, Thomas mouthed again, and Newt sent him a condescending smile. Fuck him especially.

***

“You’re unusually quiet,” his mum casually pointed out like she didn’t just drag him out to cold ass weather while holding a knife (butter one, but that’s what made it scarier), despite his very vocal (or vocal sort of, too loud and his brain wanted out of his skull) protests.

“Hungover,” he reminded her bitterly. The snow under their feet crunched sharply and the noise was tearing his brain to pieces, like walking on a broken glass and he had no idea how much longer he’d be able to act like it wasn’t killing him.

“Well, it was nice of you to cover for him,” Anna shrugged like she didn’t just blew their cover with a killer one liner and Thomas probably shouldn’t have been as surprised. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen him drink.”

“That’s cuz he can’t drink for shit,” he mumbled with a frown. “Did dad notice?”

“No,” she shook her head. “He was too busy boasting about the partnership. It’s been some time since I’ve seen him so happy, you know how he hoards the whiskey otherwise.”

“Yeah, cheapskate,” Thomas snorted, and the noise sliced his brain painfully, like an instant karma.

“Think he was happy about Newt being back too,” she hit the nail on the head a bit too close to home and Thomas hated how his stomach lurched at it. “Well, you know him.”

“Sure is happy for not getting any grandkids,” he just grumbled and Anna patted him on his back.

“We still have Hannah,” she reminded him sweetly. “Maybe one day she’ll feel like having kids and force you to babysit for her two times a week.”

“Me? You’re going to be the grandparents, it’s your obligation to babysit!” The idea of taking care of Hannah’s kids made him scared for life, and they didn’t even exist yet.

“Pretty sure Newt wouldn’t mind,” she chirped happily, and Thomas loathed how right she probably was. Newt never really showed any kind of real interest in having kids or anything, but he never minded babysit for his own sister, and generally all the kids liked him.

Not that thinking about that had any merit anyway, since they split up with a point of no return. Maybe Newt already planned kids with the new person who left the distasteful hickey on his nape, or the person who he kept texting, and the more Thomas thought about it, the more his chest burned.

“Cherish him a bit more, would you,” she poked his arm. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you have some beef between you. Had an argument before coming here?”

Why the fuck is she so perceptive?

“A bit,” he answered quietly. “No biggie.”

“Set things right,” she plainly ordered him like he was ten again and had do her bidding. “I don’t want another sad Christmas.”

There isn’t going to be any Christmas for us, he wanted to tell her, but kept his mouth shut. At this rate, there wasn’t going to be anything for them, at all.

I really need some sleep.

***

Not very often did the morning come so peacefully, like a gentle spring washing over tired soul, leaving it invigorated. Thomas basked in the pleasantness of it, a quiet, warm and relaxed moment where he slowly woke up from a dream into reality still welcoming and soft like he never left the fantasy realm.

He took a deep breath, stretching, slowly coming to realize of contours of another body pressed into him, and under his hands and around his legs and under his chin. The soft blond hair came to view when he opened his eyes, with Newt draped around him needily, and his heart melted.

The first night in their flat. Their home. A place that only belonged to them, these walls and floors, and small kitchen and big windows, for them together. It came true, finally, inevitably, for Thomas to have Newt all for himself, to share his mornings, his evenings, his life with him. Nothing else could make him happier.

“You already up?” came a sleepy rumble from Newt’s chest, the hands holding Thomas’ waist slowly moved up, to his back, pushing them even closer together.

“Just woke up,” Thomas kissed the top of the blond strands, his own hands traveling over Newt’s back, right onto his butt, kneading it.

“Mmmm.” Approving sound doubled his endeavour and then Newt was slowly grinding to him, lazily, his lips stretched in a smile, reaching to pamper Thomas’ neck with small kisses. “This sure is nice, huh.”

“Love it,” Thomas agreed with the sentiment while grabbing Newt’s thigh and hiking it up over his hip. The blond softly moaned at the contact and Thomas pushed more into it, completely awake and needy and allowed. There was nobody that could hear them, scold them or gasp in shock like a puritan at them making out – just them, two lovers in their home, free to make love any time they wanted.

And Thomas wanted too much.

***

He never stopped wanting.

He woke to his room bathing in shadows, with the blanket twisted between his legs, his headache still present, even though in weaker state than in the morning, and his body wasn’t any less sluggish. The walk with his mum didn’t help him much, just added to his misery with freezing cold and nagging reality he couldn’t play this game any longer, which made him feel empty and unhappy.

He didn’t feel this unhappy in a while, it usually only came back when he heard of Newt about a year after the breakup. Every time his ex came back to his life, even when somebody only mentioned him in a passing conversation, Thomas’ chest set off that painful pang in it, like a trigger just waiting to be pressed, and he fell back into hollow kind of depression.

He got rid of it, somehow. He built walls around himself, he locked all of his twisted personality traits and pushiness and hateful behaviour away, he spent years searching for more he could fix, for all that made Newt unhappy with him, what made him leave Thomas after seven years without really talking about it.

He thought he managed to become a better person. He believed he could change the way he acted. He hoped if he ever talked to Newt again, at any point of their lives, he would be at least able to show him he wasn’t that ungrateful, lousy boyfriend anymore, that they could at least be friends. Somehow. Just talk normally. Just… exist in the same room without… Newt making that anguished face, like it hurt him still.

Thomas tried. But failed. Maybe it was just recurring theme of his life – to touch something wonderful, to taste true happiness, just to fuck it all up and lose it.

Maybe he was just obsessive. Suffocating.

Maybe making mistakes were rooted too deep in him to get rid of.

Maybe… it was simply impossible.

***

Newt was playing games with Hannah in the living room when Thomas came back down. Hannah made fun of him for sleeping all day like an old guy and his mum said something about hoping he didn’t catch a cold and gave him a bowl of chicken soup.

The strange, unattached feeling stayed with him since he woke up, and only doubled when he saw Newt’s neck marked by some fucker on display. His stomach churned at the implication there was this unknown guy waiting for Newt to come back home, who kept impatiently sending him texts that made Newt frown and smile in turns, like he just slowly sunk back into the problem they never resolved. Thomas felt disgusted with himself, and angry, and, when it came to it, immensely tired.

“Oh, you have the whole week free?” his mum asked suddenly, breaking Thomas’ bubble of trying to eat the soup like a mental case of lobotomy, and he realized there had been a conversation going in meantime and he didn’t catch any of it. Newt wasn’t playing the game anymore, though Hannah still furiously pressed buttons on her controller, and instead of it sat on the couch, turned towards Thomas’ mum at the table.

“Yeah, thought getting out of the city might do me good,” he answered her with a soft smile and the idea of another week like this sent Thomas into desperate mode. Even though it was him who forced Newt to take whole week off, because… he only had bad ideas, obviously.

“But there’s bit of a rush now, right?” he entered the conversation impulsively and Newt glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “At work. Christmas and all that being close.”

“Yeah, it’s… a bit hectic,” the blond admitted, making Thomas’ mum go aww. “There’s lots of people taking vacations they didn’t spend yet, so we usually work crunch time.”

“Yeah, kind of same,” Thomas added. It wasn’t really a lie. But not the truth either. “And I know I said a week, but I’ve got some texts from work already, thought of going back tomorrow instead.”

Newt stared at him with an evident confusion, but Thomas knew at this rate they were going to crash and burn again if they stayed, and he didn’t want that. He couldn’t even trust himself to keep it civil when his blood boiled like in a bull taunted with red flag.

Except the red flag was an unknown nobody on the other side of the line of Newt’s phone.

And bed.

“Uh,” came from the blond. “No, wait. What? You…”

“We can visit again during Christmas,” Thomas offered a big fat lie, he almost bit his tongue at it. Christmas were a taboo, he knew mentioning it were already risky, but it gave him an out with his mum, so that worked at least. “When it’s calmer.”

“When is what calmer?” Newt still stared, Thomas said almost disbelieving, and he just prayed for him to play along and not act like he knew nothing about it.

“Work,” he answered stiffly. Too stiffly, he realized, since Newt’s eyes narrowed.

“Uh oh,” he heard Hannah interject, which meant he already failed in the mission to make this believable. Fuck.

“I need a smoke,” the blond announced instead of reacting and stood up sharply. Then shot Thomas a badly masked glare. “Keep me company?”

He wanted to say no but couldn’t when his whole family watched them like during tennis match. So he just nodded and followed Newt outside of the house while feeling like slapping himself.

***

“Care to explain or am I supposed to guess.”

The cigarette was lit, its fiery tip shone bright in the darkness of the porch once the automatic light shut itself because they weren’t moving like they rooted in the wooden floor. Newt was wearing his coat and Thomas only stood there in the long-sleeved shirt, which in retrospect was probably a mistake.

“I did explain,” Thomas said. “Just thought about work-,”

“No, you didn’t,” Newt stopped him immediately while crossing one of his arms on his chest while other held the cigarette like a weapon. “You said a week, so I took a week off. I’m not bloody leaving now. It’s my vacation.”

“I also said three days would probably be enough,” Thomas asserted. “And they are. I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“Why?” the blond demanded. “It’s not like I suffer here. I like this place. What’s your problem?”

That kind of question had no easy answer and Thomas held Newt’s eyes only for few seconds, before looking away.

“Am I the problem?” came another question, even sharper. “You just can’t stand me anymore, so you want to leave?”

“You know that’s bullshit,” Thomas scoffed. “Since when did I ever-,”

“No, I don’t know!” Newt interrupted him with raised voice and Thomas flinched. “I don’t bloody know anything about you anymore! You brought me here and expected what? War? Did you want us to fail?”

“Why would I want us to fail?” Thomas’ eyes widened in a shock. “What kind of fucked up logic would that be?!”

“I don’t know!” Newt barked. The cigarette he was holding was slowly fading away, the ash falling everywhere how he moved his hand. “But something’s up since this morning, so obviously you’re lying about work and I want to know why!”

Well, finding out his ex-boyfriend had a lover, or a sex friend or whatever the other person was definitely served as a wake-up call. Thomas couldn’t overlook it – he thought he’d be fine with anything, it had been years, but one fucking hickey and some fleeting texts and he just had the rising urge to tear the walls he built down and get angry and make Newt inevitably miserable, which he despised.

He fucking loathed it. And himself. And everything around him.

“Why did you even agree to come here?” he couldn’t help but demand. “Why did you even bother playing this stupid game when you have somebody home? You trying to make him jealous or it’s just your thing?”

Accusing – stupid Thomas, fucking idiot, just talk normally, what’s wrong with you – as always.

“What?” Newt’s eyes shot up, wide in honest surprise. His cheeks were red from the cold, or maybe embarrassment, Thomas didn’t know. “What are you talking about?”

“About that hickey on your neck?” Thomas pointed towards the incriminated spot and Newt’s whole body went rigid.

“A hickey…?” Newt’s free hand was touching the place now, his voice shocked. “You… ugh.”

“Look, it’s not my business, clearly,” Thomas rubbed his eyes tiredly, desperately trying to make an excuse for his own consciousness why he couldn’t look at Newt. “But obviously it’s causing you trouble with him, so. As I said. Three days are fine, we can leave now. Go back home. Forget about this.”

And forget about me trying to corner you, and me getting hard in the bed with you this morning, and me sounding jealous and lame, and me… just for being me.

“Are you fucking with me?” Newt’s voice sounded disbelieving. “Are you bloody serious right now? A hickey from some random guy appeared over night here? That’s what you’re saying?”

Overnight…?

“Overnight?” he asked a little dumbly, which forced him to look Newt in the eyes, where he saw hell unleashed. It made his throat squeeze almost hard enough to suffocate him.

“You think I just popped back home for a quickie, then back to your bed in the morning like a bloody Cinderella?” the blond seethed, the cigarette in his hand morphing into a protentional weapon of choice. “Where did that even came for, for fuck’s sake? You’d been seeing me for two days, never noticed anything, and then suddenly your Esmeralda syndrome got cured or what?”

“But-,”

“You bloody drunk fucker,” Newt took a step towards him and Thomas found himself hitting the entrance door with his back, when he automatically tried to back out. “Should have known your bird brain won’t remember anything.”

The realization hit Thomas like tons of bricks right in his face, able to cause heavy concussion if it were real.

“I did this?!”

“No, the bloody sucker behind you, who the fuck do you think?!” Newt’s voice was harsh, but Thomas could only hear the bare fact he made a hickey of size of Texas on his ex-boyfriend’s nape while spending the next day being jealous… of himself.

“What the fuck,” he breathed out with an ugly relief flooding his veins, which was all sorts of wrong. Being relieved over attacking his ex at night definitely did not count as a good point in anybody’s book. “What the fuck.”

“Calmer now?” Newt sighed in exasperation and Thomas couldn’t say he was. It just opened door to another set of bad he had to deal with.

“I attacked you when drunk?” he asked quietly, and Newt blinked in surprise.

“Attacked?” he repeated and then barked out a laugh. “No, you really didn’t. You were drunk out of your mind, for fuck’s sake.”

“I see.”

“Didn’t think it left anything,” the blond sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as if in memory, which was kind of hot – no Thomas, it was not hot, but embarrassing, shut up -. “I mean you just munched on me a little, then fell back asleep. No harm done.”

“You made a fuss about us sleeping in one bed but it’s no biggie when I leave a hickey?” Thomas couldn’t help but laugh a little and Newt’s face showed signs of hesitation.

“Look…” he tried after a moment, the cigarette in his hand nearly gone. “I… don’t know, you were just sleeping while holding me, it doesn’t mean anything-,”

“And that’s fine with you?” It was Thomas’ turn to interrupt him, and Newt looked a little lost for a moment.

“I suppose that’s fine with me, yeah,” he admitted slowly.

Thomas looked at his shoes, taking in a deep breath. He couldn’t deny the knot forming in his belly over the day already started easing off, for purely selfish reasons he had, but at the same time his head became even a bigger mess than before.

“So what does it mean?” he asked after a while. “I’m trying to do the right thing here, I thought… you’d rather leave than stay with me longer, after today, but…”

“I want to stay,” Newt answered immediately. “Unless you really don’t want me here. Then no, of course. I had the same problem the first day, feeling all kinds of weird and jumpy. I guess I just sort of dealt with it. Stepped out of my comfort zone and all that.”

“Sorry you had to.”

It wasn’t like Thomas wanted Newt to change anyhow by doing this favour for him. But he’d also be a hypocrite if he didn’t admit he wished Newt to feel good here. With him. Selfishly, hopelessly. Like before, like they were okay. Like they still… liked each other. At least a little.

He knew that kind of hope was self-destructive and harmful, but he didn’t stop loving this man three years ago, after going through an immensely rough patch, so he wouldn’t stop loving him now for no reason either.

“No need to be sorry,” Newt interrupted his thoughts with much softer tone than Thomas expected. “I mean even despite it’s you, you didn’t really do anything bad yet.”

“Wow,” Thomas snorted. “Way to ruin the mood, boyfriend.”

“I try,” Newt grinned, and it seemed like the tense mood dissipated and they both relaxed enough to breathe easier. Thomas possibly wouldn’t even notice he had been so strung up until now, if the huge boulder of irrational fear of fucking up didn’t fall off his shoulders with a bang.

“And just for the record,” Newt added while finally inhaling the last puff from the already burned-out cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray. “I noticed you digging into me in the morning.”

“Of course you did…” Thomas banged the back of his head against door in utter shame. “Because universe hates me, and you had to fucking wake up.”

“Yeah, well,” Newt let out a small shrug. “I got hard at night, if it makes you feel any better. Let’s call it even.”

“What.”

“Had a real nice dream,” the blond casually announced like he was ordering pie with no filling and Thomas was a stupefied cashier at Costa Cafe. “Woke up with you being handsy with me. Tried to scramble away, cue for you to make the hickey and fall back asleep.”

“Uh.”

“1:1, right?” The sly smile Newt’s mouth produced did things to Thomas’ underbelly and before he even caught himself, he automatically reached out and grabbed Newt’s side.

Fuck.

“Pretty lousy score,” he just said – bad Thomas, stop making a pass at your ex -, “That’s no match whatsoever.”

Newt glanced at his hand resting on his waist and then back to Thomas with a thoughtful hum.

“I’m not that good at sports,” he just said, looking back into Thomas’ eyes. “But you might be onto something.”

Thomas took a deep breath and risked the second hand grabbing other side of Newt’s waist, pulling him closer. The layers of clothing made him dissatisfied, no matter how cold it was and how his skin already felt like ice, he just wanted to get under the coat and the sweater and the shirt and make Newt react somehow. The blond just silently watched him, let him do whatever he wanted, and somehow it felt like a test and Thomas was scared of failing it.

“That’s it?” Newt broke the tense silence around them when Thomas just stood there, holding him.

“Thinking,” the brunet mumbled with a frown.

“About?”

“How to touch you without it being classified as groping,” he moved his hands a little lower as an experiment, getting no reaction. “Since it’s off the table.”

“Pfff.”

He hesitated, then gingerly let go of one side and reached for the zipper lodged under Newt’s chin, keeping the coat closed like a fortress. His hand barely cooperated with how frozen it was, but Newt still didn’t stop him and that encouraged him unfairly.

“Newt.”

“Yeah?” the blond’s voice was quiet and close to his face.

“What’s with all the texting?” He kept holding the zippier between his fingers like he couldn’t decide, and Newt made a soft huh? noise in the back of his throat.

“You were on your phone the whole day,” Thomas lowered his voice to almost a whisper. “Is there somebody…?”

A sigh. Thomas let go of the zipper.

“That’s Alby,” came a reply and if Thomas wasn’t already propped against the door, he’d take a step back. There was nowhere to run now, so he just let go of the blond completely, nodding.

“He’s my partner,” another string of words Thomas comprehended but wished he didn’t. “A bit demanding one.”

“Sounds like it,” he just commented, staring at his feet until Newt’s shoes came into view as well when he stepped closer.

Seriously testing me. That’s-

“A bit cruel,” he breathed out with a puff of white smoke and Newt pushed further and pressed his mouth against Thomas’. His cold lips lingered for a moment before parting, their breaths mingling, and Thomas’ heart fought really hard to get out of his chest and run away. The proximity was non-existent, Newt stood so close their chests were touching, and his eyes were so dark, and pupils blown wide Thomas got easily lost in them.

He always did. Nothing had changed.

“You look cold,” Newt whispered to his lips, hovering so close their mouths gently touched when they took a breath.

“Freezing,” Thomas answered in daze, holding back only by a miracle. He wanted to reach out and pull the blond man flush against him, to grind into him, to kiss him so deep his toes would curl, and he’d buck up, he just wanted so much it made him suffer.

“Alby’s my colleague,” Newt dropped quietly. “Funnily… you weren’t wrong about work being in a rush now. He’s struggling a little. Wanted to know my opinion.”

A colleague. And nothing else?

“Nothing else,” Newt answered like he could read his mind and then sagged against Thomas’ body like the energy just left him, resting his head on Thomas’ shoulder.

“I thought I can handle being this close to you,” he heard him mumbling into his shirt. “But the more I am, the less I can fight it.”

“I thought I can handle you dating somebody else,” Thomas added to it while letting his head fall back against the door with a dull thud. “But obviously not. It’s scary. I don’t want to fuck it up again.”

“Yeah,” Newt agreed with him. “Me neither.”

He wasn’t sure if this had been some sort of consensus they reached, or just a fling that happened because they were both lonely, but Thomas didn’t want to let go – even though he should have, logically, to protect them both. The pain they caused to each other three years ago was still there and festering under their skins, but the more Newt was pressed into him, breathing softly, the more Thomas noticed his reason slowly creeped away, like a thief in the night disappearing with loot.

But he wanted. For fuck’s sake how he wanted to just hold him close and promise him love and eternal happiness, and the scary part was he couldn’t promise shit. His love was real, but not unconditional, happiness was fleeting and simply relying on both of them and the rest of the world deciding whatever to fuck them up or not.

But…

“I give up,” he mumbled, weary to the bone. At Newt’s soft hm? he just sighed. “It’s fucking cold.”

The blond barked out a laugh, but nodded and let go of him, immediately taking all the warmth away.

“Then shall we assure them we’re not breaking up again?” he nodded towards the door and without waiting for Thomas’ reply he already reached for the handle. “Or not leaving tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” the brunet conceded. “Hannah’s going to be milking this for the rest of the week…”

“Serves you right,” Newt laughed quietly while opening the door and Thomas kept the answer to himself.

We’re not breaking up again rang in his head like a bell, deafening his reason even further. Newt didn’t protest when he reached for his hand on their way inside, and he wondered if his heart was ready for another trial.

He ignored the uncertainty and took a leap of faith.

#newtmas #tmr #the last resort series #the maze runner #izzymultifan #edit 17. 5. 2021

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ginger-and-mint · 3 years ago

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Happy birthday Myx! 🥳🎂 Have Several questions because I Want To Know Things. ^^; Illness & Injury 6 for everyone, Whump 2 & 3 for everyone, and Writer's 2, 13, 19, and 46 for you!

thank you Mel! ♡ and oh my gosh I’m so delighted by this abundance of questions!

6. What is their go-to remedy for an upset stomach?

Kara and Bramley both like some warmth on unhappy tummy. They’ll make themselves tea, more for the warmth than anything else, and sip it while taking it easy. Kara is likely to get herself a little warm pack too if she can.

Malia tends to go straight for medicine or a tonic. She doesn’t like to be slowed down by her body, and so will opt for whatever she thinks will be most effective in the shortest amount of time.

Si, being a song-mage, was once surrounded by fellow song-mage friends they could ask to cast a stomach-settling healing spell on them. With that option off the table, they'll also look for a fast-acting medicine or tonic.

Grayson and Elliott both try to ignore an upset stomach for a little while in the hopes that it’ll settle. When that fails, Grayson will go get himself a tonic and complain to his friends until it kicks in, while Elliott will either try sitting quietly and sipping on water or tea, or if he can get away, just sleeping it off.

Ryder is knowledgeable enough to take a different approach depending on how upset his stomach is. For something minor, he’ll make himself a digestion-easing tea, like mint or chamomile. If he knows that won’t be effective, he’ll go straight to a tonic. When it’s something he’s eaten that’s not agreeing with him, sometimes he’ll just go make himself throw up to get it out of his system.

2. What is their pain tolerance? Do they close their eyes and block it out, or go into a full blown panic?

Grayson really hates tolerating pain, but if he has to, he can take a lot. Most of the time, he will remove himself from painful situations as quickly as possible and complain bitterly about anything that hurts. But if the chips were down, he would turn out to be a lot tougher than anyone expected.

Bramley is a Sweet Baby and We Do Not Harm Him is not really used to enduring pain and has a low tolerance for it. He would close his eyes and block it out rather than panicking, but not really be able to do anything except sit there and block pain until he was Helped. c’:

Kara is Pure Sunshine and We Do Not Harm Her Either has a pretty high tolerance for acute pain and doesn’t panic about injuries, but she has been known to get faint from them. She’s also easily worn down by chronic discomfort, like being too hot or cold or just having a constant dull ache of some kind.

Malia is the opposite. She can put up with low-key pain or discomfort for a long time, but an acute injury would freak her out a lot more than she’d like to admit.

Ryder has a high pain tolerance on all fronts, honestly. As soon as he feels pain, he looks for a solution to ease it, and if there are none to be had, he’ll grit his teeth and block it out.

Meanwhile, poor dear Si is not great with pain. Song-mages are primarily healers, and so Si is really used to having even little hurts soothed quickly and easily. They don’t panic when in pain, but they do get extremely miserable.

Elliott has a very high pain tolerance when the pain feels within his control; he can power through even the worst headaches or stomachaches, for example. But as soon as the pain feels out of his control (i.e. he gets injured), he panics.

3. How long do they typically take to recover from illness or injury compared to average?

Ryder and Kara, by virtue of Robustness and Being Sensible People who largely take care of themselves when under the weather, are quick to recover.

Grayson and Malia both heal quickly from injuries, but take a little longer with illnesses. With Grayson, it’s more a matter of him not being back to himself until his symptoms are completely gone (he is very much a Man Flu type of guy.) Meanwhile Malia will treat an injury with appropriate care, but is likely to push herself back to full capacity before she’s fully better from an illness, leading to a slower recovery.

As big and strong as Bramley is, he’s actually a little more delicate immune system-wise. He tends to be a slow recoverer, even though he’s good about looking after himself when sick or hurt.

Elliott and Si also tend to have slow and uneven recoveries, but in their cases, it’s due to hooliganery. Si takes good care of themself during the uncomfortable phase of their illness or injury, but as soon as they feel 90% better, they’re eager to leap back into life with their usual zeal. That’s not always a great idea and can lead to them prolonging whatever is afflicting them. Elliott, on the other hand, is just a stubborn idiot who doesn’t take care of himself. He’s particularly bad about this with injuries, often aggravating them and even making them worse because he won’t give them the rest they need to heal.

2. Are you a pantser or plotter?

Usually I lean more towards plotting, although I do leave a lot of room for the new directions and ideas I know I’ll discover during the process of writing itself. But Ginger and Mint is the big exception -- I started writing it with zero plan whatsoever. I do have an outline for it now, but I was probably eight or nine chapters in before I made it.

While the final product is definitely not as a polished as it would’ve been if I’d planned it from the start, it was honestly super refreshing to not worry and just write. I’ve been trying to bring a little of that experience over into my more serious writing -- it’s so easy to get caught up in plotting and forget to leave room for writing itself to be a generative process.

13. Describe your writing process from idea to polished

Have idea. Whee!

“Mark out” the things I want to happen in the story or chapter:

I usually do this by writing out short snippets of prose or dialogue related to the ideas I’ve had about each moment. For example, let’s say I know I want a moment where Grayson talks to Ryder. I’d type up a couple lines of dialogue and/or maybe a line about Grayson encountering Ryder and noting what he’s doing or how he’s looking -- whatever’s relevant to the scene. Basically, whatever ideas I have about that scene will be represented in writing in the “mark.”

I have all these marks ordered in the document in the same way the scenes will eventually be chronologically ordered. For me, having visual space is important for my ability to think, so I hit the enter key enough times between the marks that I can see only blank space when I want to work with a certain moment.

Build out each mark until I have a full scene. I do try to go roughly start to finish, but definitely jump back and forth depending on what I’m feeling most inspired by or what my brain seems to be spitting up ideas about. I also skip ahead whenever I feel stuck, which is both a blessing and a curse.

Go back and string the scenes together. Add transitions, fill in any missing pieces, etc.

Re-read the full thing from start to finish and make final edits. Yay, done!

19. How do you keep yourself motivated?

goooood question fam

I struggle with this as much as the next person (see: 2.5 year G&M hiatus). I haven’t discovered a foolproof method of motivation yet (pls advise if you have), but I do tend to feel inspired whenever something reminds me why I want to write this story. That could be thinking about a scene I’m really excited to share, re-reading a scene that reminds me why I enjoy portraying a certain character or environment -- anything along those lines.

46. Do you reread your own stories?

Yes, the ones that I like! Some things I’m not particularly proud of and don’t go back to very often, but re-reading pieces of writing I do like helps me feel motivated, inspired, and confident.

#thank you so much these were so FUN #asks #gnm asks #lessthanconventional #nausea #just the briefest mention

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itsyourbby · 5 years ago

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Hey yo, so if you write for Overhaul too that would be really noice. So, I'm sorry if that's like against some rules but in your blog I didn't found them so I'll just go straight with it: some headcanons or a fanfiction (depends on you :D) where Overhaul and his S/O travel around the world! Sorry for the cringe alright, but still thank you :3

Alrighty then! I’ll get to it :)

(In this a/u it’s still the normal my hero academia scenario but the only difference is that chisaki isn’t a villian but instead he’s the 5th top hero in Japan!Sorry bunny girl but I had too 🥺 anywho your a top hero too! Well not right now but you will , your about to debut as a hero, your 20 as chisaki is around 21. Teehee enjoy!)

You looked down to your ticket as you waited for chisaki, you noticed your hand shaking a little bit so you bit your lip to try and stop that action as to take your mind off of the topic that is making you tense.

you wouldn’t say you were nervous but more like .. anxious.. this was your first plane ride after what happen that other time . Chisaki called your whole anxiousness worry but deep down you both knew it wasn’t worry, you both knew it was PTSD , still you can’t blame him and yourself for trying to hide the fact that it’s that. You couldn’t believe that chisaki still wanted to be right beside you after what happen , you told him that he had a chance .. a chance to leave you behind because you knew that all this was to much for him but as stubborn as he is .... he chose you over everything . You don’t know if it was because he felt bad for you or because he still loves you after everything horrible that has happen to you , maybe it was both but no matter what you knew that you’ll always love him.

“Oí (y/n) let’s go , were about to board the plane . Hurry up . “

You looked up zoning out of your thoughts , your eyes widened as your lover came to view. His ombre burgundy colored hair glisend against the sun light , his eyes sparkling with out him intending to and his muscular arms flexing against everything . It was as if he was apart of those kind of edits where a character walked in slow mode and it made them look both hot and cool . His black suit just made his whole profil look even better.

(He’s wearing the second choice! He’s not holding that gun on the side of the character teehee.)

“Ah!” You blushed a bit as you realized that you were starring at him for to long , you must say you got yourself a keeper , you can’t help but wonder how lucky you got with him! He’d always have these good looking girls in his instabam (notice the difference heehee :3) dm’s but he’d always just politely tell them that he’s happily taken with the woman of his life and to them they are just his fans. He had so many beautiful girls wanting him but he chose you , your unorganized , shy self , why would he choose you over them? They looked better then you in everyway, better body, better hair, better life style , better everything .you once asked him why he chose you over everyone else . You can still remember the soft smile he gave you , his eyes looking at you with so much love , he just chuckled and said “because your better then the rest of them love! Just because they waisted thousands of dollars for breast implants or a butt implant still does not justify that they are beautiful. Your beautiful in the inside and out . I love you for who you are.”

“Oi (y/n) ... you ok?” Chisaki said as he bent down to you face to face .

“I’m fine I’m fine! I’m just thinking about how lucky I got .” You said as you smiled at him, you deadpanned as you realize that he was bending down to your hight.

“Chisaki stop making fun of me and get your luggage !” You said a bit annoyed .

He laughed at your cute reaction and soon got both your luggage and his , he looked at you once again but with a bit of worry .

“Are you ready ..? Because if your not we can always just cancel this and get ahold of other tickets next month you know..”

Taking in a deep breath you tried to push those flashbacks to the back of your head and looked at the tall man in front of you with determination. “Chisaki I know how badly you want to go to Europe and just because I have a bit of PTSD doesn’t mean that it’ll stop me from boarding the stupid plane! You’ve already given me so many things that this is the least I can do to repay you..”

“(N/n) I did all of those things with love , I didn’t do it because I was bored , I did it because I don’t wanna see you in pain anymore , as your handsom boyfriend it’s my job to make your life easier.” Chisaki said as he once again gave you those lovable eyes.

You giggled and said “I know .. but still nothing is going to stop me! I love you and I want you to be happy so this is just a ‘hey I’m sorry for putting you through so much and so this is a happy thank you gift from your lovable girlfriend !’ Gift you know “

“....fine.... but if you feel bad or you wanna go back home just tell me .. alright..? I don’t want you to fall into depression again ..”he looked at you with concern again , his eyes filled with concern twisted your heart into pieces , you didn’t like that look his eyes give because it meant that he was feeling a bit of pain , it just hurts you to think that the person you love the most in the world is hurting right in front of you.

You placed your soft small hand on his cheek and caressed it, you looked deep into his golden eyes and give him one of the biggest smiles you can pull off, “don’t worry about me darling! I’m going to be fine, I’m fine! I have you by my side which means that I’m perfect, im not hurting anymore so don’t worry about me. I may have a few nightmares or flashback time to time but it’s slowly leaving .the worst thing that can happen is if I just go insane or fall into depression again which I won’t because I have you by my side! I have My wonderful amazing handsom boyfriend!!”

He squeezed your hand gently as to say “alright” . He bent down a bit and place a big kiss on your forehead.

“Flight 185 is boarding ! Flight 185 destination to Europe is boarding this is the last final announcement on the 185 flight to Europe!”

Both you and your boyfriend eyes widened realizing that you both are already late to your flight, he took the luggage’s and you took his right hand as to not try to get lost . Both of you ran to the gate as fast as you both can , saying your “excuse me”s your “sorry!”s through out the hall pushing and bumping into people.

Once you both made it , you showed the drooling attendent both of your passports and tickets . You gave this woman a death glare as to try and tell her to keep her dirty hands off your boyfriend. She soon realized the glare and a bead of sweat left her forehead trying not to get you madder.

“S-seems like both of you are fine haha..! you b-both are good to go...”

“Thank you lady..” you said with a bit of poison in each word.

~. .~

You slowly walked to your seat which is in front of the plane, you were lucky you weren’t stuck with the same seat number as you did last time..it would of been a mess if you have gotten the same seat from before.

You gripped chisaki’s hand with a bit of force . You took a deep breath and slowly ex hailed as to not get a panic attack in the middle of getting ready to blast off. Chisaki reasured you with a grip back and gently smiled to you . He took his hand away trying to fit your bag on the storage above both your seats.

A small 5 second flashback of what happen before came to your mind but you shaked it off trying not to get chisaki’s attention, you didn’t want to ruin this experience for chisaki , you didn’t want to make it worse for him .

Getting comfortable with your first class seat you twisted and turned trying to get the right position, you couldn’t just sit like a normal person because it’ll just trigger you a bad guilty feeling from the Trauma you have. So you just laid your head on chisaki and tried to calmly breath .

“Attention this is captain Levi and I’ll be the person to bring you to your destination. Please don’t leave any .....”

You tried to pay attention to the announcement the captain was trying to give out but it all just faded away in the background as you were paying attention to the pattern of chisaki’s chest inhaling and exhaling. It was a usual thing you would do , it’s like a excersize you would do to try not to think about your past. You didn’t want to trigger something and and make this bad.

You felt your eyelids getting heavier and heavier to soon close them and fade into internal darkness.

—. .—

A blood curdling scream was all you can hear.

Your ears weren’t popped which made you uncomfortable.

You lightly and gently opened your eyes to the blazing sun , you tried to cover your eyes from all the brightness but you couldn’t as the pain from moving your arms were to much . The brightness soon gave you a pain aching headache which made you groan out loud.

“MEREDETH”

You heard a woman scream out for someone.

All you can think of was about the weather , was it going to snow later ? Or was it going to rain later ? Who knows and who cares .

You heard another ear piercing scream which made you go insane.

You instantly got up on your feet ignoring the pain you felt , the only explanation as to why it doesn’t hurt as much as it should is probably because of all the Adrenaline your brain is giving you.

You looked around you and all you can see is scattered airplane parts and blood everywhere. You were in the woods... you were surrounded by tall trees and a huge mess.. you were nowhere.

Your eyes widened as to the fact that you have a huge piece of airplane craft piercing you in the abdomen , you could of bled out if you kept moving but you didn’t care, all you cared was about finding other people.

“MEREDITH GET UP , GET UP “

You head towards the female voice you were hearing .

“C-“

Blood came gushing out of your mouth as you were trying to get your friends name out of your mouth.

“(Y/N)”

She walked towards you and gasped as she saw your state. She just couldn’t get her eyes off of the big trauma in you.

“I- are you ok...?”

“I-I’m fine....it’s the adrenaline thats ...” you groaned in pain.

“That’s letting me move and talk ...” you coughed and saw more blood coming out of your mouth.

“W-where mer..?”

“She’s laying on the ground Shocked as we are...” she went back to Meredith and tried to bring her up.

“I....ill go see if the rest are ok..”

You limped your way to the other side and saw the huge plane scrap on the ground, the ear hurting scream getting louder and louder .

The loud impact came hitting you as your ears popped, now you could hear everything.

People grunting was heard, other loud yelling was heard but the yelling that was happening close to you was the loudest one, people yelling out each other’s names along with people coughing up blood but the one sound that stood out amongs the others was the sound of your heart pumping blood into your body.

All you could now pay attention to was you heart pumping blood , you focused on it as you were trying to get your mind settled on what happened.

“WHERES MY SHOE?”

“DEREK?”

“LEXIE COME ON DONT LEAVE ME”

“IM STUCK”

....

.....

This whole thing was just driving you Mad.

“SHUT UP .. JUST SHUT THE HELL UP.. “

You screamed to the sky not caring if it hurted your lungs or if who ever heard it got offended.

You took a deep breath and noticed that it was quite.. all you could hear now was sobbing and groans.

You limped around the huge plane craft and notice the woman who was screaming those ear piercing screams.

“A..arazona..”

“Hhh....hhhh...hey” she tried to say as you noticed her blond hair was covered with dirt and other dirty things.

You looked down at where she was sitting and the first thing you noticed was all the blood she was trying not to let out, her leg was half opened along with the inside of her thigh almost coming out.

It’s for sure she’s getting her leg amputated..

“D-do you need help..?”you said as you got a big tree branch to hold you up.

“...Just..wheres everyone..?”arazona said with a tired voice

“Meredith and Cristina are over there , they don’t have any serious injuries other then mer having a thing stuck inside of her leg... b..but she’ll be ok-“ you said quickly trying not to through up a lot of blood which back fired, you soon spited up clumps of blood.

“Get the rest..I’ll be ok..but in pain at the same time..”she said .

You lightly chuckled and walked around noticing a man laying stomach flat to the side of a wing of the airplane .

“Look Lexie .. once we’re out of this I’ll leave Julia just don’t leave me..”the guy with gray hair voice cracked , you could just hear the pain in his voice , his dominant male voice that you knew was now weak and frail filled with voice cracks and grunts.

“M-“ you clenched your teeth feeling the air craft that impaild you move a bit, you panted for a second.

“...mark..?”you said with all the strength you had.

He didn’t even turn around , he was to focused on the woman in front of him.

Trying to get a good view you moved a bit to the side to see what was occupying him.

You gasped at the sight in front of you.

There , under the heavy wing of the airplane , laid a young pale woman you knew as Lexie, her skinny body was in half as a huge part of the plane pierced into her.blood was covered all over her as she kept gasping for air, her eyes...you couldn’t even look at her eye to eye.

She didn’t even try to scream... who knew how long she laid there before you woke up.

Every second that pass might be the last second she’ll take her last breath , which honestly scared you.

“Hold....hold my h-hand..”Lexie said to mark as she placed her arm in front of his face.

“Tch Im not gonna hold your hand because your not dying..” mark got up and tried to lift the heavy wing off of her.

‘It’s no use..’ you said in your head.

He let out a paining scream trying as hard as he can to lift it off of the woman he loves.

After him realizing that he’ll need more people to lift it with him he laid down on his stomach and holded Lexie’s hand. The pale woman gave him a soft smile.

“..I love you.. “ mark hitched. he said as Lexie’s head shaked slowly .

“I’ll always be in love with you “

“Yeah?” Lexie said as her grip on marks hand tighten.

“which is why you have to stay alive “

“No, you can’t die ok?”

She gasped in pain.

“You can’t die, because we’re supposed to end up together..we’re ment to be “

Lexie smiled as she repeated the last 3 words mark said.

“M....meant to..be..”

You watched as the whole thing played out, you couldn’t believe that the woman right in front of you , Lexie , one of your friends was going to die, right in front of you , you didn’t even get to know her well...

You finally focused on Lexie, your hand coming to your mouth as you saw the life in her slowly leave her eyes. Now all you saw in her was emptyness in her eyes.

Marks hand shakingly came to her face as he softly caressed her cheek and slowly closed her eyes.

You heard people coming so you turned around and saw Cristina and Meredith, they both looked ... dead inside .. maybe it’s the fact that this whole thing just doesn’t make sense.

They stopped abruptly when they laid their eyes on Lexie’s dead face.

..Heh..she looks as if she’s peacefuly sleeping..

Meredith let out a loud gasp and seconds later she started crying.

You walked closer to the now dead body.. you couldn’t believe that someone you knew just died in front of you...did she even try to fight for her live..? Did she knew that she was going to die the whole time..? What about mark? Is he going to give up on life now..?

You felt a hot tear come down your eye... you just accepted the pain now...Lexie was dead .. even if you didn’t get to know her as well as mark did she still was a huge impact in your life . You felt more and more clumps of tears come down your face as if there was no tomorrow , you didn’t care who saw you , you just cared about the fact that a person died right in front of you you fell to the ground and face the sky asking god why he was cruel. Lexie never did anything bad...she that type of girl whod talk really fast because they were nervous , she was the type of girl to eat none stop if they were stressed. She was your type of person.

Mark looked to the ground now hiding his face.

He wasn’t the type of person to cry but ...who would blame him if he cry’s right now..the love of his life just died right in front of him.

But he didn’t.

He hold the pain in.

You made the unfortunate mistake to move your stomach to side.

You were just trying to look at Meredith but instead all you did was move the sharp thing inside of you and puncture your lung.

Meaning.. your lung collapsed...because of you..

You gasped for air every second you could .

You were to busy trying to breath that you couldn’t even notice the fact that everyone was screaming your name trying to see what was wrong with you.

“n)....(y/n)...?!”

Your eyes widened as you heard a familiar voice call your name.

“Ch-chisaki..?” You said.you lifted you head and noticed that there was a few wet spots on chisaki’s shirt.

“What the...” you then noticed the damped spots on your face . You were wet...

( not that way you nasty gorl)

You touched both of your upper cheeks which were near your eyes..w-were you crying..?!

“(Y/n).....”

“Hn..?”

“Are you alright..?!”

“I-I’m fine just had a little nightmare that’s all ... did I cry in my sleep again..?”

“Yeah ... you were also gasping none stop... I thought your lung failed on you again?!” He said with concern in his eyes.

He grabbed both of your small hands and kissed them while looking at you .

“I..that happen..?” You whispered to yourself , you then clenched chisaki s face and looked at him with all the seriousness in you.

“H-hear me out..it wasn’t as bad as the other ones I had...it’s slowly getting better so don’t worry .. this only happened because were on .. this thing you know “ you said as you were refrensing to the airplane.

“Anyway why would my lung fail on me..? It was a perfect lung and it’s being a champion for making me breath silly so don’t worry. I told you if I feel worse like I did before then I’ll tell you as soon as possible, I know myself and if I tell you that I’m alright then I mean it!” You kiss chisaki’s cute nose and gave him a close eyed smile.

He looked at you shocked for a second , he was surprised at how calmly you seemed to be . He ended up hugging you tightly and letting go of the breath he didn’t notice he was holding in. He’s scared to lose you but now that you reassured him he felt warm and calm .

You hugged him back, he felt so warm and cuddly so you hold on to him for a bit more since you knew he’d like that. Man you really loved this man, he’ll always be here for you no matter what .

“Hey Kai..?”

“Hn..”

“Guess what..?”

“Nani..?”

“I love you silly..!”

He chuckled.

“I love you more (y/n)”

Both of you left each other’s embrace as the attendent came with snacks and refreshments , chisaki already knew what you liked so he ordered the lady what you wanted and what he wanted.

You went on your phone to try and see if you could at least send your mom a text .... but you finished realizing that your on a damn ....airplane...frick..

“Oh my! Your the Top 5th hero in Japan aren’t you?! Your overhaul!! Can I get a hug and a photograph from you sir..?” The attendee said as she pushed her hands together trying to get kai’s attention towards her breast.

“Éto...” Kai looked at you to see if you alright with him giving a hug to the attendee.

You looked up from your phone and starred at the attendee,you let out a sigh and looked at Kai with a assuring smile.

He looked back at the attendee and hugged her distantly and cold towards the attendent, she noticed that and got closer to Kai .

“Teehee, your handsom overhaul~kun! “ she pushed her breast closer to his chest . He put his hands behind him and stared at the woman with a deadpanned face, it’s obvious he didn’t want to be rude with the attendent since she is one of Kai’s fans but still.

“Ma’am your plastic breasts is on my Gucci limited edition authentic button up black shirt.. I respectfully ask if you could take those things off of me, I feel very uncomfortable.” He said with a cold voice .

You just gently smirked watch the whole thing play out.

“W- ...NANI?! my breast are as real ! How dare you accuse me of plastic surgery....I’ll still excuse you tho mr.overhaul~kun. You did say that I was on your Gucci limited edition button up shirt and I am sorry for that..can I still take a picture with you tho..?”she said as she was trying so hard to make her voice all cutesy and high pitch .

Kai just groaned under his breath trying to get the whole thing over with , he faked a smiled towards her camera.

The attendent places a peace sign and pressed the button on the phone to take the picture .

She quickly kissed kai’s cheek and giggled.

‘She’s dead...lemme pray to god real quick..’

Kai’s eye widened when he realized what she just did.

A killer aura came raidiating oof of him as he opened his mouth.

“What in the hell is your name....?!”he said with poison on every word .

“Ú-uno kamia e-ekori-I mr.overhaul..w-why?!”The girl you now know as kami said with fright.

“Because I’ll be talking to the corporate you are in and make sure they fire you.”he said as he looked at her with cold eyes.

“w-wHAT?!”

“I bet your corporate would love to hear how amazing you’ve been with me. It’s true that they don’t accept you attendents to bother the people on th plane right? Isn’t it a protocol...? “ he said as he sat down next to me and looked at her dead in the eye.

“Not only did you just kiss me with your filthy mouth but you also did it in front of the woman I love.”

I grabbed a tissue and gave it to Kai as he grabbed it softly from me and try to clean the place where the woman left her lip gloss on his cheek.

“Get out of my sight.”

The woman hurriedly walked away from him trying to hide her tears from falling in front of him.

“Don’t you think you were pretty rough on her Kai..?” you said softly.

“As if. You just saw her harass me , she thought she’ll get away from it .tch. Especially the fact that she did it in front of you. Everyone knows that you can’t do that to me, I love my fans and all but there’s a difference with harassing the hero and being nice to them.” he said throwing the tissue away.

You giggled at him for the way he reacts , this wasn’t the first time he did that, it happen plenty of times it was at the point where the fans knew not to do anything else other then give him a quick hug and a fast picture.

You placed one hand on his chest and and got a tissue , as you were cleaning the spot Kai forgot to clean he looked at your mesmerizing beauty.

“..God..” he said

“Nani?” You were to consitraighted on trying to get the red lip gloss of of his pale cheek you didn’t notice he was looking at you.

“Your just a beauty...” he placed a hand on your cheek and you felt his thumb softy carcass your bottom lip.

You blushed at the soft affection and pouted.

“Kai don’t you see I’m trying to get this disgusting lip gloss off of your cheek!”

“I knowww~ I just can’t help myself. How did I ever get lucky with a woman like you (y/n). “ Kai smiles at you and placed a kiss on your soft lips.

__. .__

At the end of it all you both landed saftley in Europe and soon went about.

You both went shopping and sight seeing along with going to meusiums and art gallery’s. You both loved it very much , loving the new environment but also loving each other’s company.

It was in the third trip where chisaki Kai proposed to you. You both went to New York and watch the ball drop , as it did he confessed that he couldn’t live with out you and in came a huge diamond ring. Ofc you cried and said yes .

After a year of being married you ended up pregnant with twins! A boy and a girl , Kai was happy about it in fact he was ecstatic . He couldn’t believe he was going to be a baby daddy!

He said that it was up to you on the name of the babys because he was just thankful for twins and your health.

You soon chose to name your babys lexie and mark, if only they had the chance to see them grow up.

Any who it’s a happily ever after!

Guess where Meredith , Cristina , mark and Lexie come from😏 if you do find out where they come from then that’ll person would end up with getting a shout out from mwah!

Love you all so much!

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