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[misskingshit]

𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 summary: After so long, you finally take the step. Note: I hope the fandom of The Maze Runner is not dead because yesterday I watched the movie and my fandom that was buried and gathering dust deep inside me, finally came out again, but I hope I'm not the only one. xoxo

At the beginning, when you arrived, you couldn't deny the fact that you were a little scared for being the only girl among so many teenage boys. Going through a place and feeling some gazes on you was uncomfortable, flirting (or attempts to) were unbearable, but you were lucky to be part of the best group on the glade, your favorite boy in it, Minho. He spent most of his time in the maze but whenever he came back the first thing he did was make sure you were okay and didn't have any trouble with any slimy boy. Your best friend… best friend. "What's up today, are you idiots or what, every five seconds some idiot gets hurt" you sighed "and you guys leave all the work to me" you looked accusingly at Clint and Jeff. "Why do you think they come? They all want you to attend to them, you're the only girl" the second mentioned says obviously. "You are disgusting" you turned around to continue organizing the table with the materials and remedies that you have. The noise of the door made with branches or whatever Gally used, was heard opening and you couldn't take it anymore "for God's sake stop being so stupid and be more careful or I'll have Clint start healing you" You turned around to see who had entered. "Shunk, I never really liked Clint" his voice sounds tired but playful. "Minho! what happened to you?" You analyzed everything you could about his clothes, a bruise on his right cheekbone, a cut on his eyebrow, and his lips somewhat dry and pale. Still, he was the most handsome boy you had ever seen. "The maze, I just tripped, nothing to worry about" he said "but I really would like you to heal me, not Clint" you both chuckled. "You are my exception" you grabbed a couple of gauze pads and alcohol to disinfect. You were standing between his legs, even so, his faces were at the same height since he was sitting on some kind of stretcher, the distance was very short, your body was completely bristling. Your gaze and his meet when you finish putting the band-aid on his eyebrow, you don't really know how to react when you feel Minho's hands on your waist, and even less when you feel his lips on yours. Without hesitation, although very nervous, you followed the kiss passing both of your arms around his neck, Minho pressed you more against him, he was perfect, the situation was perfect, everything was perfect. At this moment you didn't care about being the only girl, being locked up with murderous bugs and a little labyrinth around you, having forgotten everything about your past life, because now you had him and it was the best thing that could happen to you. Your lips collided very well, your saliva mixing with his at that moment seemed the hottest thing in the whole world. "If that's how you start treating your patients, they'll line up" Clint's voice came from behind him. "And I'll kick your asses one by one if you just look at her" Minho's voice sounded loud, mad, rude, Clint just raised his hands scared and left. You couldn't help but kiss his cheek and laugh a little "if you're like that to protect me, I'll make you jealous more often" you kissed him again. "You don't know how long I waited for this moment" he said between kisses, which each time became more passionate and needy. "Oh god Minho" you blurted out after feeling his hands squeeze your butt, kissing your neck. "Say my name like that one more time and I'll fuck you right here, right now” My God, the real man.

[lieutenantfloyd]

Heyyyy!!! Since you're writing Maze Runner stories now I wanted to make a request. So it's a Minho TMR x female reader were Minho gets hurt somehow and the reader fixes him up and it's all cute and kinda hot. THANK YOUUUU

Promise Me This - Minho x Reader

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Reader, the keeper of the medjacks, is having a completely uneventful day. That is until Minho returns from the maze battered, bloody, and refusing to be treated by anyone but reader.

Warnings: Mentions of injury/blood/bandages, hurt/comfort trope, mentions of y/n, and some angst followed by fluff and a little bit of spice.

Note: This ended up kinda angsty, but I hope the comfort makes up for the hurt :)

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Sitting at a small table in the med-jack hut, you lazily organized and reorganized the various baskets of medical supplies. Being the primary medic for a group of well over 50 teenage boys kept you on your toes, but today had been slow and quiet. Sliding the basket of gauze back into place for what felt like the millionth time, you let your shoulders slump. Running your hands over your face you couldn't ignore the sleepiness pulling at your eyelids. The sun had already started its descent towards the west walls, but you hadn't treated a single person. By some miracle, even your most frequent patients; the builders, slicers, and track hoes; had maintained being completely injury-free. You pushed your chair back and walked out of the hut and into the bright mid-day sun. Stretching, you hoped the sunshine and fresh air would wake you. A short walk later you decided to abandon your original plans and instead stride over to the hammocks for a rare but much-needed mid-day nap. - Your slumber had been entirely peaceful until you awoke suddenly. It took your sleep-riddled brain a minute to catch up to what was happening that caused you to wake so jarringly. Hearing the sound of boots against the earth and distant shouts, you mumbled a curse beneath your breath. So much for a slow and quiet day. Making your way out of the hammock and into the open area of the glade, you tried to piece together what was happening. Your fellow gladers were scattered around the north doors, the air vibrating with panic. Despite the chaos, three voices, one sounding pained, were cutting clear above everyone else's. You couldn't make out the words from your distance but something told you to hurry up and get over there. Your walk turned into a sprint as drops of adrenaline started pumping through you. Pushing your way to the front of the group, your heart dropped into your stomach. Like always, the runners, your runner, had returned just before sunset. Except this time Minho looked like hell. His clothes were filthy and ripped while his exposed skin was covered in an assortment of cuts and already-formed bruises. Worst of all he was incoherent and frantic, evading Newt and Thomas's desperate attempts to calm their best friend down. Your body froze while your brain screamed for you to run to him. Luckily, a rather out-of-breath Newt caught sight of you and breathed a relieved "Finally!" before leaving Thomas to bargain with Minho. Newt hurriedly made his way over to you and wasted no time catching you up on things. "There you are! Two runners dragged Minho back half conscious. We tried to get Clint and Jeff to look him over, but then he woke up and had us chasing him around the entire shucking glade. He's been yelling for you ever since." Without another word, Newt dragged you into the open area Thomas and Minho were occupying. Upon Newt's return, Thomas said something to Minho that vaguely sounded like "See? I told you she was coming." before he stood and moved next to you. "Something happened out there but he won't... or can't... tell us what," Thomas warned quietly before walking off over to where Newt stood off to the side. But you couldn't quite hear him over the sound of your heart breaking as Minho's eyes met yours. In less than a second, Minho was on his feet and rushing towards you. His crazed look changed to one of total peace as his gaze locked on you. You paced forward and met him halfway, pulling him into your arms. You stayed strong while he all but melted into your touch. Minutes later, you begrudgingly forced yourself to pull away, scanning his face for injuries while your thumbs brushed over his cheekbones. Thankfully, Thomas, Newt, and a few other of your friends took the time you spent calming Minho down to disperse the crowd, allowing you to shuffle Minho into the nearby med-hut without a problem. - Fifteen minutes later, he sat on the table with you standing between his legs while you bandaged him up. His shoulders slumped and his arms hung loosely around your waist. Exhaustion had fully taken him over. As long as you knew Minho, getting him to put on as much of a bandaid was harder than anything else you'd ever done. Yet here he sat perfectly still while you fussed over his wounds. Dabbing an alcohol-dipped cotton ball over his last untreated cut, you tried to swallow down the worry building inside you. "What happened out there?" You asked before your mind could stop you. The look in his eyes grew distant as a stiff silence filled the air. Making quick work of applying the last bandage, you reach your hand up and gently stroked the short dark hair at the back of his neck. Seconds stretched into minutes as his mind recounted whatever he'd encountered in the maze. "It was just supposed to be a normal run. Just like always-" he started, his voice barely above a whisper. "-and the grievers they... t-they..." His voice trailed off as a protective rage exploded in your chest. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here." you cooed, allowing him to take a deep breath before you continued. "How can I help you? What can I do for you?" "I just... I just..." Before your mind even registered what was happening, his lips were against yours. Your heart simultaneously raced and stopped completely. Kissing Minho was always electrifying, but this was different. This kiss was heavy, feverish, and protective. Sinking into the kiss fully, your hands traveled up his sides and around his shoulders. Careful to avoid the areas you'd just bandaged. His previously relaxed hold on your waist turned into his hands working their way under your shirt to grasp and kneed at your hips firmly. His tongue forced its way into your mouth. The action gaining a soft moan from both of you. This only adds fuel to his fire. Pulling you impossibly closer to him, your hands move down and across his ribs.  That's when feel him wince. "Shit, I'm sorry," you whisper to him.

You pull away, causing Minho to emit a low whine. He rests his forehead against yours breathlessly. Thoughts hazy with a cornucopia of feelings but his grip on you never falters. “I'm just a little sore. That's all.” He replies unconvincingly. Your expression sours and he sighs. “y/n, you and I both know It’ll take a whole lot more this to get rid of me. I'm fine. Really." When you hesitate to respond, He wastes no time pulling you back towards him, this time into a near bone-crushing hug. Securing one of his arms around your waist, the other moves to allow his hand to rub your back slowly in reassurance. As much as you fight it, you can't help melting under his strong yet gentle touch. Your head drops onto his shoulder and he smiles. The position now allowing him to place a kiss on your cheek before he leans further into your embrace. “I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers against your soft skin.

"...promise?" you challenge timidly. "Promise."

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[k-llama-llama]

Going Higher

Stray Kids AU: 9th member

Tori x Stray Kids

Stray Kids during the vault jump on Kingdom.

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Chan asked her.

“What is that, your catchphrase?” Tori scoffed. “Come on, Chan, you know I’ll be fine.”

Chan gestured wildly at the field. “You’re trying to vault jump something that’s way taller than you are with an injured hand. I feel like this is a bad idea.”

They were at the field day for Kingdom, and Tori was staunchly refusing to sit out despite her injury and the fact that she was the only girl in the competition. This was in spite of the fact that both the managers, the producers, and Chan were trying to convince her to sit out. She’d already beaten the first two groups, and now Chan was the only one standing in her way.

“I danced ballet for years, I can jump high enough to get over that thing.” She stretched out her calf.

“What if you hit your hand?” He continued trying to reason with her.

“I’ll keep my pain to myself.” She grinned. “I’m not sitting out when I’m the only girl. It won’t look good.”

He sighed. “But you’re already injured.”

“And I won’t hold the team back.”

“Do you two feel like you’re having the same argument? Because I feel like you’re both talking about different things.” Minho looked up from where he was tying his shoe.

“We’re not having an argument at all.” Tori nudged him with her foot. “I’m going to jump the vault, set a record and live the rest of my life as a legend.”

“Possible a legend with one hand, but sure.” Minho nodded. “But, sure, give it a shot.”

“I’ll get a hook.”

“Tori!” Someone shouted.

Tori looked away from where she was stretching to see Seonghwa walking over from his own tent. She was sure her cheeks went beet red, as soon as he stepped towards her.

“Hey. You guys ready for this?” She gestured out to the field where the staff were setting up the vault to the first height.

“Probably not.” He gestured to his clothes. Ateez were the only ones who hadn’t turned up in full sporting outfits. “Are you jumping or are you sitting this one out because of your hand?”

“She should be sitting out!” Chan came up beside her.

“But he’s not the boss of me.” Tori grinned. “So I’m jumping anyways.”

“Stray Kids to the field!” The announcement came through the speakers.

“That’s us.” Chan sighed, stepping away.

Tori didn’t follow, still smiling at Seonghwa.

“Good luck.” He offered his hand for a fist bump. “Do it for the team.”

“I’ll win us a medal.” She beamed.

“If you do, smoothies are on me tonight.”

Tori blushed. She’d been out with Seonghwa a few times now, but it still took her by surprise every time she realized that he wanted to spend time with her. Neither of them were rushing to put a label on it, especially with Kingdom breathing down their necks, but they always had an amazing time. They just got each other and it was so easy to be together.

“Tori? Are you coming?” Chan called.

Tori shook out of her thoughts. “Cheer for me?”

“Of course.” Seonghwa coughed. “We all will.”

Tori smiled weakly and turned to hurry after her group.

“What was that about?” Chan asked when she reached him.

“Hm?” Tori asked cluelessly.

“You and Seonghwa. You’re going out for smoothies?”

Tori winced. She hadn’t exactly broached the topic with Chan about her kinda sorta maybe considering dating someone. It wasn’t that she thought he’d have a problem with it, she just didn’t know how he would take it. She certainly wasn’t going to lie to him…but now maybe wasn’t the time to fully explore the topic.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “I promised to show him that place that does boba smoothies.”

“I love that place.” He sighed happily. Tori showed up seemingly every week with smoothies from a new place that she had discovered. It probably didn’t sound that weird for her to be taking their mutual friend out for smoothies.

“It’s great.” She nodded, before trying to quickly change the subject. “So…should I jump first to get it over with?”

“No.” He chuckled. “You should wait until a few of us have jumped so that you have time to change your mind.”

“Not changing my mind.” She winked.

She went to stand beside Jeongin, adjusting the knot in the front of her shirt. She had it tied up to reveal a little bit of her stomach, as the pink sweatpants were not necessarily flattering.

Jeongin was bouncing on his heels. He’d been getting a lot of attention as the maknae of the competition, and he was very pepped-up.

“Careful, or you’ll bounce right out of your shoes.” Tori teased.

“Noona, I was worried they weren’t going to let you jump!” He exclaimed. “How’s your hand?”

Tori held up her bandaged hand. They’d wrapped a few extra layers of gauze around it just to give it some cushioning, so she looked like she was wearing an over mitt on her hand. “Never better.”

The announcement came over that they were beginning, and Tori quickly began to cheer as the vault started.

She had to be honest, she’d been confident about the jump before they started, when they’d watched the other teams go. But now that she was up close, it seemed a lot higher. And as she watched her teammates fail (even if Jeongin did fail on purpose), she grew increasingly nervous for her turn.

“And now we have the final runner for Stray Kids! The only girl competing today, the Princess of Kingdom…Tori!” Changmin shouted over the mic.

Despite her nerves, Tori did a playful curtsy as she walked over to the starting position.

“Let’s go Tori!” She could hear cheers from the rest of the teams.

“Don’t fall!” Felix roared.

“Right.” She rolled her eyes, before waving at the camera. “Tori, ready to go!”

Tori took a deep breath, sizing up the vault, and the sprinted forward. She was athletic enough that speed wasn’t an issue, but she had to focus on making sure she would hit the vault at the right speed.

She stepped onto it, springing up onto the springboard, and vaulting as high as she could. She lifted her legs wide out to the side to clear the vault, and then landed unceremoniously on the ground.

She rolled to a stop, hands still held above her head.

“Did I do it?” She looked around wildly.

She was tackled to the side, and barely had time to suck in a breath before she found herself buried under a Stray Kids dog pile.

“You did so good!” Someone – she thought it might be Seungmin – was shouting.

“And now I’m suffocating!” Her voice was muffled.  She had no idea if their mics would even be picking this up, considering how smothered she was.

“Off before you break her.” Chan started hauling people off of her.

Tori sprung to her feet as soon as she was free, bowing enthusiastically to the other teams and the announcer’s tent.

“She made that look easy.” Changmin announced with a laugh. “That’s another point for Stray Kids.”

Tori practically skipped over to the tent, absolutely beaming.

“Told ya.” She linked arms with Chan. “And you said I couldn’t do it.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t do it. I said you shouldn’t because you might hurt your hand.” He patted her back. “But fine. You did a good job. Now you just need to get through the next like six rounds.”

“Easy.” She winked at him.

When they reached their tent, Tori purposefully took the seat on the edge, closest to Ateez’s tent. Seonghwa was sitting on the end at their table, and he held out a hand for a fist bump.

“You killed it.” He declared.

“I try not to disappoint.”

“There’s no way you could.” He laughed.

Tori didn’t really know how to respond to that, so she just chuckled awkwardly and looked back out to the field. “So uh…did you guys already do that voting thing for the visual?”

“Yeah, we did it earlier.” Seonghwa nodded. “Took the pictures too.”

“Who’d you vote for?” Tori asked teasingly.

Seonghwa looked down at his feet. “I don’t think we’re supposed to tell.”

Tori laughed. “It was Felix, wasn’t it? I feel like everyone voted for Felix.”

Seonghwa just shrugged. “You’ll see.”

[the-wave-finally-broke]

Part 1 - Artefacts from the Franklin Expedition

(Part 2 here and Part 3 here)

Ohhh lads, I think this is going to be a long one, so I shall break it into 3 posts - for to stay within the picture limits.

It hath come to my attention that the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich has a magnificent online catalogue of Franklin Expedition relics. Having just spent a diverting couple of hours combing through the archive, I felt compelled to share a few items that I thought were particularly interesting or touching (would absolutely recommend conducting your own reconnaissance through the catalogue, though).

A cloth bound pocketbook ('Christian Melodies'), belonging to Graham Gore

Excerpt from poem pictured on open page, above— "But if in yon immortal clime, Where flows no parting tear, That root of earthly love may grow, Which struck so deeply here"

Gold dust cover of James Reid’s (Ice-master on HMS Erebus) watch

A gold regulation lace ribbon sewn into a circular band (possibly an officer's cap band)

Pair of leather and wire gauze snow goggles

Wooden clothes brush belonging to Henry Wilks, Royal Marine Private (Third Class)

A silver table fork belonging to Sir John Franklin. The back of the handle bears the Franklin crest (conger eel's head between two branches). Other cutlery that was found included spoons and forks* belonging to Alexander MacDonald, John Peddie, Lt Graham Gore, Lt James Fairholme and Lt Thomas Henry Dundas le Vesconte.

*Terror forks presumed lost in battle

Preserved sample of tinned meat from the Franklin expedition

Sledge runners from a boat sledge

[wicked-mind]

Remember Me: Chapter Eight

Summary: Y/N and Bucky were the unlikely match when it came to love, but they were inseparable since they met. After a fight, Y/N left to be a trauma surgeon in the military and returns without her memories. How will Bucky remind Y/N how she is the fire in his bones? Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Swearing (I like swearing. Adds character and sounds pretty to me lol), car crash mentioned, miscarriage mentioned, angst?

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Note: Song is Remember When by Avril Lavigne.

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Previously

Bucky’s frown deepened at her words as scenarios ran through his mind of what Y/N could be talking about, studying her features intently, “No we won’t. I told you that you are the love of my life, Y/N. Nothing is going to change that.” He told her, moving his position to take her face in his hand and forcing her to look at him, “Now talk to me.”

Y/N stared at Bucky for what felt like forever, studying his face. She wondered what would reflect back to her in his eyes when she told him. Right now his eyes were pooled with concern for her but once she would tell him, they knew that concern would leave, “The night we fought… May seventh right?” She watched him nod, “On May fourteenth I was driving and I was hit by a drunk driver. I was taken to a hospital in Queens where I was treated.” She watched the concern grow in his eyes at her words, “I didn’t know I was six weeks pregnant and I lost the baby… Our baby… I would’ve came back if I knew, never left… But after I couldn’t come back to you.”

Bucky’s mouth parted slightly at the words, his eyes moving across the features of her face watching the tears leak down her face. He hadn’t even noticed his own tears starting to fall at the news. Guilt raked through his body at the words he had said that made her leave, put her in that position to get hurt. It would have never happened if he would’ve swallowed his own fear and anger at her deployment. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug, “I’m so sorry, doll.” He said through his own shaky breathes, trying to control his breathing as he cried, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I did this, it’s my fault… I’m so sorry.”

Chapter eight - Runner

The song played on the radio, tears streaming down her cheeks as she drove through the darkness. Her hands gripped the steering wheel so hard until they were turning white and numb.

♫Remember when I cried

To you a thousand times?

I told you everything

You know my feelings

It never crossed my mind

That there would be a time

For us to say goodbye

What a big surprise

But I’m not lost

I’m not gone

I haven’t for-♫

With a sudden gasp leaving her mouth as the headlights now blinded her eyes, the radio died and the sounds of metal creaking and shredding filled her ears before her chest and face felt the impact of the airbag. Slowly the world started to come back to her as she opened her eyes, blinking until the blurred world focused. The ringing in her ears slowly stopped as she heard a man’s voice crying for help in a slurred fashion. She pushes the airbags away from her face and took her seatbelt off, stumbling out of the car after opening the door. She processed the scene around her. Her car’s front end was smashed to the point you wouldn’t have been able to tell what type of car it was. The other car was the same… but there was a figure halfway through the windshield crying in pain for help. She slowly stumbles over, “What’s your name?” She asks, focusing on helping the man.

“M-Mike…Help me…” He slurred out.

She could smell the alcohol on his breath but focused her best on his injuries. He was impaled through the windshield, must’ve not been wearing a seatbelt, “Hold on.” She mutters out softly before going back to her car and managed to pry the trunk open and grabbed her medical kit. As she made her way back over to Mike, she placed her hand on her stomach with a loud groan. Something was definitely wrong… She shook her head and made her way back over to Mike, “My name is Y/N, I'm a surgeon… It’s going to be okay…” She told him as she started to place gauze around any places she noticed bleeding. She couldn’t move him, there were risks of spinal injuries so she just did her best to pack his wounds before placing her hands on both sides of his neck, “I’m stabilizing your neck, Mike… Stay as still as you can…”

She stood there for what felt like hours though it couldn’t have been very long. The pain in her stomach was growing and slowly her own blood dripped down onto Mike from her own face and arms. She looks up as she saw headlights approaching, waiting until the person was out of the car, “Call 911… Put it on speaker and get over here…” She ordered and watched as the man did as she said. She leans closer to the phone and told them there had been a wreck and where before looking at the man, “I need you to hold Mike’s neck. Keep it stabilized just like I’m doing.” She breathed out.

The man places his hands where her’s were then looks at her, “What are you going to do?”

She looks at him before slowly slumping against the car, sliding down until she sat against it, “I’m going to pass out… Tell the paramedics I may have internal bleeding… Don’t call emergency contacts… Keep Mike’s neck stabi…” She trailed off as the world went dark around her.

“Baby, come back to me…” Bucky says as he held Y/N’s face in his hands, staring into her eyes. This had been a daily thing since they had brought her home from the hospital. He would find Y/N just sitting and staring, often after reading those damned journals. This time it had happened in the middle of the night. He woke up to find her sitting up on the edge of the bed and had moved around to kneel on the ground in front of her, trying to pull her back to reality. He smiled slightly as she blinked at him and looked into his eyes sadly, “Hey, there you are, pretty girl.” He whispers to her, moving his thumbs along her cheeks softly, “You okay?”

Y/N looked at him, tears slowly peaking at the brim of her eyes again, “No… Yeah… I don’t know.” She whispers back out, moving her hands to rest on his wrists, gently pulling his hands away from her face and looking down at the floor, “Sorry for waking you up again.” She let out a deep sigh, running her hand through her hair slowly, “Maybe you should go home and sleep… At least you’d be able to get more than a few hours.” She said as she stood up, walking over to the dresser and taking a drink from her water bottle.

Bucky frowned, standing and watching her move away from him. She had kept her distance from him lately, all but kicking him out of bed with her. She wouldn’t keep eye contact with him very long and she constantly had this sad, almost ashamed, look on her face. He walked over to her, looking down at her, “I’m not going anywhere, Y/N.” He told her as he took one of her hand in his and using his other hand to put her water bottle back down. He pulled her over to the bed until he sat down on the edge and pulled her into his lap, “You’re everything to me, doll. I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N looked at him, slowly wrapping her arms around him with a small nod at his words. She stayed in his arms as he slowly scooted back on the bed until they were laying down again, listening as he whispered soothing things into her ear and rubbed her back. She felt broken. She didn’t have many memories but now all she could remember was from the night she left Bucky up to when she left the hospital. The events were on repeat constantly in her head and she couldn’t make them stop. Y/N could remember how she felt when Bucky said those words to her before she left, how heartbroken she was. She could remember how her heart broke impossibly more when she was told she miscarried from a pregnancy she didn’t even know about. She felt ashamed, like she didn’t deserve Bucky in her life but couldn’t let him go. Y/N didn’t know how Bucky was staying so loving towards her, so patient through what she was dealing with. If she was in his position, she was certain she wouldn’t be able to do the same. She was the one that left and put herself and unborn child in danger which ended in a catastrophe.

The next morning, Bucky woke up early and shimmied out of bed as to not disturb Y/N who seemed to sleeping as soundly as she had since they brought her home from the hospital. He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead before walking out of her room and shutting the door quietly behind him. He walked into the kitchen where he already found Peggy and Steve awake with fresh coffee, “Mornin.” He mumbled out with a small yawn before filling up a mug of coffee for himself.

Steve and Peggy had watched how Y/N had been doing but she mostly stayed in the comfort of her own room. The first few days she was home, Peggy would help her shower as it seemed like Y/N was in a state of shock to really focus for more than a few minutes. It had been tough of them feeling the loss of a niece or nephew as well as watching Y/N and Bucky go through this. Steve offered a small smile towards Bucky, “Morning.” He said softly, “How’s she doing?”

Bucky sighs, plopping down in one of the chairs at the dining table and running his hand over his face, “I don’t know…” He admitted with a deep sigh, “Everyday it’s a constant battle of her trying to push me away. Looking at me like she thinks I hate her no matter how many times I tell her that ain’t true.” He took a gulp of his coffee before looking at Steve, “She has that running look in her eyes. I’m worried she’s just gonna take off again. I have to go into work today but I’ll come back around lunch.”

Peggy, who sat at the dining table across from Bucky beside Steve, reached her hand across the table to give Bucky’s a soft squeeze, “I’m sorry, James. I know this must be hard for you as well. I’ll stick around with her today, all I have to do is go to the grocery store and the bank but I’ll wait until you’re headed home.”

Steve nodded at the plan before looking towards Bucky, “And how are you doing? Are you okay?” He asks curiously.

Bucky shook his head, staring into his coffee, “No. I’m not okay.” He said, not even having to think about the question. He felt like his heart was shattered due to the aftermath of what happened after Y/N left after what he had said to her. He looks over at Steve with a stern look, “But Y/N comes first.”

After giving Y/N a kiss goodbye, Bucky left for work letting her know he would be back for lunch and that Peggy would be around if she needed anything. Y/N eventually made her way to the shower before heading back to her bedroom and laying down, pulling out one of the journals and flipping through the pages until she found one she hadn’t read.

June 14, 2019

I always believed on facing problems head on- not running away from them. But here I am halfway across the world running from my problems. There’s something about being able to not having to focus on what happened and having bigger problems. I rather think about what is going to happen today, what type of traumas I’m going to be faced with than deal with my own trauma.

I’m pretty sure everybody here thinks I’m a raging bitch. I’ve heard their hushed tones saying I’m a robot or that it seems like I don’t have any emotions, feelings. If only they knew about the constant pain I carry around inside of me. Truth is, I don’t want to feel anymore. I wish what they say was true- that I couldn’t feel anything. It would make things so much easier.

Running is easier than dealing with this. I don’t feel like I belong anywhere. Like I don’t have anywhere to run towards so I run away instead. I’m running away from Steve. From Peggy. From Bucky. I fear that if I tell them, face them, then they’ll see me the way I see myself. I feel guilty and I couldn’t stand the pity in their eyes when they look at me. And Bucky… I couldn’t stand to see the devastation in his eyes. He would blame himself for every bit of what happened and I can’t do that to him. It’s not his fault. They say running away makes you run further from the solution. But what if there is no solution to go towards?

Y/N took a deep breath and closed the journal. Her mind was in a mess. She already felt like running but the words in journal just made that feeling increase. She couldn’t stay in this house with the sad looks from her brother and his wife. And Bucky…. Oh, god, Bucky. She knew what she was doing to him. Keeping him up at night with her crying and then giving her that half smile with those sad, guilty eyes. It hurt her. She felt like he had nothing to feel guilty for. She was the one that ran away, put herself in the situation. And even if what running was what got her here in the first place, all she could think about was running again. Her head snapped up towards the door as a gentle knock came before she saw Peggy’s face in the doorway.

“I’m going to the bank then to get groceries. Is there anything you need from the store, honey?” Peggy asks with a small smile.

Y/N shook her head, “No, thank you though.” She replied softly, dropping her gaze to the closed journal in her lap.

Peggy nods, “Alright, James should be back any minute to have some lunch with you.” She informed before shutting the door.

Y/N listened for Peggy to walk out the front door and listened for the car to come to life and drive down the road. She stood up, tears streaming down her cheeks as she grabbed out her suitcase and started shoving changes of clothes inside and essentials inside of it.

Bucky passed Peggy down the street, waving slightly from his motorcycle before pulling up in the driveway. He killed his bike before making his way up the steps and into the house, “Y/N? Sweetheart, what you feeling like for lunch?” He asks, sliding his leather jacket off and placing it on one of the kitchen chairs. When he didn’t get a response for Y/N, he went and opened the door to her bedroom to find her frantically throwing clothes in a suitcase. His eyes widened slightly and his jaw dropped. Bucky quickly crosses the room, grabbing onto both her wrists with his hands to stop her, “Hey, what are you doing?”

Y/N hadn’t heard Bucky come in, lost in her head with what she needed to pack before she got out of here. When he grabbed her wrists, she froze and looked at him, “Nothing… I’m just-“

“You’re trying to leave again.” Bucky said, finishing her sentence with a deep frown, “You’re not running away. Not this time.” He said, watching as she pulled herself out of his grasp and walk around to throw more items from her dresser into the bag. Bucky quickly moved to pull her into his chest, his grip tightening as she tried to push him away and telling him to let her go between sobs, “No, Y/N! I’m not letting you go again!”

Y/N managed to push herself out of his grasp eventually, breathing deeply as tears ran down her face, “You think I don’t see how hurt you are?! How the three of you look at me with all that pity?!” She yells at him, “I remember very little but the one thing I do remember very well is haunting me! I remember the day you told me to leave and not come back! I remember driving back to the hotel listening to sad songs when I was in the accident! I remember sitting there in the hospital bed, feeling so guilty knowing that it was all my fault I lost our child… I remember how devastated it would make you when you found out…” Her yelling had slowly turned into soft sobs, “And it’s breaking me. I don’t know what else to do than run from this. To leave for you.”

Bucky shook his head at her words, pointing his finger at her, “That is such bullshit Y/N! And I know you know it!” He replied, “You’re not going to leave for me. You’re going to leave for you because you’re a runner! It’s what you do and it doesn’t solve anything! It doesn’t make anything better for you or me!” He yelled back at her before flinching at the sound of his own voice. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath, calming himself down.

Y/N watched him for a moment before looking down at the floor and shaking her head, “I’m sorry, Bucky.” She said softly, moving to grab the journals and tucking them into the suitcase, “But I have to go. I can’t sit here remembering the worst things and seeing the pain on everyone’s face anymore. It just makes me feel even more guilty for what I did.” She told him without looking at him, zipping up the suitcase and pulling it off her bed, starting to head for the door.

Bucky watched her, grabbing her arm as she tried to pass him headed to the door and pushed her up against the wall gently to pin her in place. He stared down at her, “I’m not losing you again, sweetheart.” He said, staring down into her eyes, “It wasn’t your fault. It was the fault of the drunk who decided to drive. If it hadn’t happened to you, it would’ve happened to someone else. I would never blame you for what happened because it wasn’t your fault.” He told her, tears starting to welt up in his eyes at the thought of Y/N leaving him again, “I can’t lose you. You think I’m in pain now? When you left, I tried calling you everyday to apologize. When you were deployed, I begged Steve everyday to give me your number so I could call you. Or at least an address that I could write you. I was shattered beyond repair! I drank myself into oblivion. I was reckless, tortured without you with me.” He paused, releasing her arms and bringing his hands up to rest on the cheeks of her face, staring deeply into her eyes as she remained with her back against the wall, “Let me be here for you. Stop pushing me away. I need you, sweetheart. You’re my sun and without you I’m lost in the dark. So let me help you- give me chance. I’ll do anything to help you remember the good things, okay? Things that’ll make you want to stay here with me.” He gently kissed her nose before leaning his forehead against her’s, “And if it doesn’t… I’ll run with you. We can forget this place and create all new memories. I’ll follow you anywhere, babydoll. You’re my girl.”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as he pushed her against the wall, memories of the night she remembered the rose from his shoebox and he pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She stared into his eyes, listening to ever word he said. The words rolled off of his tongue like velvet with every ounce of honesty behind them. All she could do was nod slowly at him, “Okay.” She finally breathed out to him after a moment of silence. Y/N would try for him. He made her feel everything even in this dark moment. She could feel the honesty in his voice. The love he felt for her.

Bucky left out a sigh of relief, releasing his hands from her face and stepping back from her slowly, “Thank you.” He told her, “Now get some shoes on. We can grab some lunch on the way.”

Y/N looked at him curiously but did as he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her black converse on, “Where are we going?” She asks softly, watching him as he leaned against her dresser.

“You’re coming to work with me.” Bucky said, folding his arms, “You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna let you out of my sight now. Besides, everybody there has been excited to see you back there. You used to come visit me all the time.”

Y/N nods, standing once her shoes were tied securely to her feet, “Okay.” She said, walking towards him and taking his hand in her’s gently, “I am sorry, Bucky.” She murmurs out towards him, looking down at their intertwined fingers, “For putting you through this. I know you love me and I know it hurts to know what happened to keep me away from you. I just… didn’t want to tell you otherwise it’d be real. It felt like if I could just keep this secret from you then eventually it’d just fade away.”

Bucky watches her as she apologized, wishing that she would meet his gaze to see how much he had already forgiven her and to see that he didn’t blame her in the slightest. When she didn’t look up to him, he placed his index finger from his free hand under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him, “I’m here for you, sweetheart. You and I are in this together as we have always been and we will help each other get through it, okay? I love you.” He told her before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

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[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 13 of 16

Posting this bonus chapter just cause y’all had to wait so long. Eat up kiddos, cause it’s gonna be even longer until the next update 🙃

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(Flashback)

Awakening with a sudden jolt, Gally immediately feels a sharp pain in his chest and a dark spot in his mind that he felt where memories should be, but even his strong willpower couldn’t recall anything that happened.

In fact, he didn’t even know where he was...

Gally tried sitting up, but a hand suddenly held him down. 

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t. You’re still recovering.”

Gally looked to his side to see a man, no older than 20, he figured, but life and circumstances caused his face to look worn and beaten down.

“Who the hell are you? Where am I? What’s going on?” Gally roughly had a dozen more questions, but he was cut short by the male to his right abruptly covering his hand over his mouth.

“Chill out, man.” The guy said, but Gally quickly ripped the hand away, trying to sit up once more. “Seriously, dude, don’t. You’re gonna tear the wound if you keep at it.”

Gally’s defined eyebrows furrowed, looking down to realize he was shirtless, a large white gauze covering his left peck. “What...?”

“You were in pretty bad shape when we found you, a gaping hole in your chest. Good news is that the spear missed your heart, but you just have to function with one lung. But I’d say it’s a pretty good tradeoff for the price of staying alive. But hey, that’s just me.”

Gally tried to wrap his mind around what this stranger was saying. He couldn’t remember what happened to him, it was all static.

“Oh, right, you don’t remember squat. My bad.” The man laughed.

Gally had just about enough of this jokester. He suddenly grabbed ahold of the male by the collar of his shirt, trying his best to seem intimidating while still being in a lot of pain.

“Tell me what the hell is going on, piece of shuck, or I’ll snap your shucking neck!” Gally seethed.

The male smirked, only adding more fuel to the fire of Gally’s rage. But it soon didn’t matter, as the world around him started to darken once more. From the corner of his eye, he saw the man holding a syringe. Gally would’ve indeed snapped the man’s shucking neck if only he wasn’t drugged.

“Now, we’re gonna try this again later. Next time, try not to be so hostile when you wake up. Kay? Thanks.”

And next time Gally woke up, it wasn’t with a jolt, but he was still frustrated that he had no idea where he was and what happened.

“You seem more calm.”

Gally could’ve rolled his eyes, but he waited until he saw the man’s face. “Do you get off watching people while they’re unconscious or something?”

The man only smirked. Gally sensed a common theme with this guy. “No, actually. You’re not really my type.” He said, closing a book he was holding and sat it down on a bedside table. “Just doing some light reading.”

“While watching over me it seems.”

“Not like I had any choice.”

Gally scowled. He scanned the room he was in, and he definitely wasn’t in the Glade anymore. The room looked worn, but well made, obviously not made of wood. It looked like some sort of plaster, peeling off around the edges. And he was laying on a bed, but not one made of hay and stick that could easily break apart.

“Where am I? Who-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.” The man interrupted, making Gally huff and lightly bang his head against the pillow underneath him. “All your questions will be answered soon...maybe. Depends on if Lawrence decides to keep you alive.”

“What?” Gally almost shouted, trying to sit up in a panic, but found that he was unable even without someone else forcing him down. He was strapped to his bed.

“Ash, shut it. You’re scarin’ the poor boy to death.”

Gally snapped his head to the door, a shadowy figure in the frame.

“What? I can’t have a little fun?” The young man, who’s name was apparently Ash, teased.

The shadowy figure stepped into the room, the lamp light on the right of Gally illuminating the other man’s face. He was older, clearly, but what caused Gally’s blood to run cold was the fact that he didn’t have a nose. He looked like something a Griever would spit up honestly.

“Something caught your eye, boy?” The older man’s gruff voice echoed around the mostly empty room. Gally quickly looked away, casting his gaze downward. But he just got even more confused when the man started laughing. “I can see why you like him.” He directed to Ash.

“Can someone please tell me what the hell going on?” Gally snapped, well, pretty much begged.

The man’s easy going attitude turned ice cold when Gally spoke. “Let’s get one thing straight. We ask the questions first, you answer honestly, and we won’t have a problem. Clear?”

Gally refrained from snapping at the older man once more, but he nodded silently.

The man smiled, clapping loudly. “Good! Good. So, first thing: what’s the name?”

“Gally.” He answered monotone, trying not to roll his eyes.

“Well, you obviously don’t know where you are. But do you know what happened before you got here?”

Gally felt the urge to cry, for reasons unknown to himself. He also felt a sort of nostalgia, he remembered Alby and how similar this felt when he first arrived in the Box.

“The last thing I remember...” Your face flashed through his mind for a split second, it was fuzzy, but he could recognize you even if he was blind. But then, he finally remembered something that wasn’t so fuzzy. “I was in the Glade, and I left...”

“And that’s all you remember, just leaving this Glade?”

“Yep.”   

“My people said they found you in a W.C.K.D. compound, a spear in your chest and full of poison. A gun was in your hand, and a kid was shot down next to ya. Remember that?”

Gally felt like he could’ve had a heart attack. “A kid?” He stuttered. “Was it a girl?”

Please don’t be her...please don’t be her...

“Some chubby, curly haired kid apparently.” The man noticed how the boy’s face fell, looking relieved but self loathing at the same time. “Knew him, I take it?”

“...Chuck.” Gally didn’t know what to think. He’d never kill Chuck, he was just an innocent kid.

The man frowned, but looked to Ash. “Fix him some water.” He nodded, quickly obeying and leaving the room. “Let’s move on, shall we?”

The longer Gally was awake, more of his memories came flooding back, even some from before the Glade. But he remembered something that put things into perspective. “I was stung...how am I okay right now?”

“Yeah, you were. But thankfully, we don’t like W.C.K.D. too much and had some of their supplies already on hand when my guys found you.”

“Who exactly is we?”

“We call ourselves the Right Arm. We’re against W.C.K.D. and their methods of doing things. We got a team that saves kids like you and take them to a safe place.”

“My friends.” Gally interrupted. “They must’ve escaped. Did you guys take them?”

“We don’t know. Word don’t spread ‘round too fast when you’re constantly hiding from those techy bastards.”

Gally huffed once more. He just wanted to know if you were safe, that’s all. But no, he was stuck talking to Voldemort.

“Where am I then?”

“Denver.”

“Yeah, I have no idea where that is.”

“It’s right outside the Last City.” The man mused.

Gally felt like he knew the name, but he was pretty shit at geography considering he only remembered living in the Glade. And enough memories had resurfaced for him to know he wasn’t all smart in general. But the Last City part made his ears perk up.

“Wait...the Last City?”

The man smirked. “You’ve got a lot to learn, kid. I’m Lawrence.”

After learning pretty much everything he needed to know about the Right Arm, Gally felt he couldn’t leave, not after learning what W.C.K.D. did and was still doing to innocent kids like him.

Ben was dead, Alby was dead, Zart and countless others that were Gally’s friends who have died because of W.C.K.D. He killed Chuck, and he knew he could never atone for that. So, he couldn’t leave. He couldn’t leave to some haven when that messed up company were still making all the calls, killing kids and sending them into dangerous tests in the name of science.

He couldn’t leave without knowing if you were alive or not. 

When he finally found out that you were indeed alive, that you were trapped with Minho, he finally felt that he had a mission. Something extremely important to him. A mission that he knew he could lay his life down for if need be. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t try.

So when he finally found you again, you were safe in his arms, he felt complete. He felt happiness that he hadn’t felt in his whole life.

When he realized he had to let you go, just one more time with the threat of you getting hurt, he could’ve broke down and he almost did. He wanted a 100 percent guarantee that you would be okay, but couldn’t have one. Not even your words of almost reassurance, it didn’t ease his nerves at all.

So he held you tight, so badly wanting to keep you, but he knew he couldn’t. You wouldn’t allow it when Minho was waiting on the group.

He was forced to see you walk away from him...again.

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Spain without the S

[stillbandofbrothersthirsty]

As Far As Friends Go

This was kind of a transition chapter so cred’s to the show for the dialogue I used. But buckle up, shits really gonna go down next chapter.

Chapter 14 (Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11; Chapter 12; Chapter 13)

Nixon - June 1944

The drop into Normandy was perilous. Just as Nixon had feared, nothing seemed to go as planned. It was as if the Germans were waiting for them to arrive based off of how much fire they experienced. Nixon, like most of the men, missed his drop zone but he was lucky enough to quickly link up with Battalion headquarters. It was a chaotic couple of first days in France as the airborne got situated in relation to the troops on the beach. Early into their arrival, Winters and the available Easy Company men took down some German guns. This not only saved a number of lives on the beaches but produced a map detailing German artillery positions. Looking at it, Nixon realized how important it could be. It couldn’t wait, so he decided to run to Utah beach to hand the map over to the higher ups who could do something with it. The run to Utah was only three miles, no worse than he had experienced during training. He was grateful though that Command decided to send the first two tanks that landed in to aid the 101st, thus providing Nixon with a ride.

He greeted Winters with a cheeky smile when he returned to the assembly area. “Going my way?”

Winters tossed his gun up for Nixon to catch, “sure.”

The men bunkered down for the night, scrounging for what food and beds they could find. The Battalion was on the move by June 8th on their way to take Carentan. As according to plan, the 101st forced passage into Carentan on June 10th and 11th. The days were hot and muggy, barely cooling down at night for the men dressed in heavy uniforms and equipment. Bugs were everywhere and exhaustion was setting in. Finally, they encountered the Germans. On June 12th the German’s were forced to withdraw and it seemed like victory was theirs. But Nixon was suspicious. Surely the Germans wouldn’t give up such an important position so easily; and he was right. On June 13th the 17th SS PzG Division counter-attacked. Thankfully, the U.S. 2nd Armored Division came in for support.

When Nixon returned to Battalion headquarters with news of their victory he found that Emily had finally arrived.

“Emily!” he wanted nothing more than to hug her in that moment. The last week had been exhausting. It was such a comfort to see her.

“Miss me?” she grinned up at him. Her smile was like a shot of morphine, he immediately felt his muscles relax. “You look a mess,” she shook her head.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, we’ve only been taking Carentan.”

“Congratulations,” she said, “did you like the tanks I sent you?”

Nixon looked at her flabbergasted. Then slowly, through the haze of his fatigue, he realized she was messing with him. “Ha ha. It would’ve been impressive if you had.”

“Yeah I wish, unfortunately I’m not that powerful yet.”

Nixon slung his arm around her neck, “no but I bet you know where to find me some food.”

Despite his exhaustion, Nixon didn’t sleep well those final weeks in Normandy. Instead, his alcohol intake increased. He had to re-fill his flask every day, sometimes topping it off throughout the day. He would need to replenish his stores soon. But no one anticipated how long they would actually be fighting in Normandy. In fact, the 101st had expected to be relieved much sooner. Strayer kept asking for patrols as the allies attempted to inch their way closer and closer to Germany.

Twenty-five days after D-Day Nixon was sent out on a patrol with Harry Welsh. It was a reconnaissance mission so Nixon was required to go. What they were looking for he wasn’t sure. The regiment had exhausted their knowledge of the German’s position in the area so any new piece of information could serve as an advantage.

Nixon peered through a pair of binoculars from where he and Welsh sat in the brush approximately 100 yards from a run down building. “We need to know what’s in there,” Nixon said.

“I don’t know who the hell to send,” Welsh said.


“Ask for volunteers.”

“I hate asking for volunteers.”

Nixon gave Welsh a pointed look, “then pick them.”

Blithe, Martin, and Dukeman moved in towards the abandoned manor. The rest of the paratroopers sat hidden in the grass behind Nixon. As they waited for Blithe and the others to get into position Nixon spotted something poking out of Welsh’s backpack.


“Harry, what exactly are you doing with your reserve chute? You been hauling that thing around since we jumped?”

Welsh sucked his teeth, slightly embarrassed he said, “gonna send it to Kitty when we get back to England. Silk, figure it’ll make a good wedding dress, ya know, what with the rationing and all.”

Nixon broke view of where the trio was moving in towards the manor to laugh at Welsh, “jeez Harry, I never would’ve guessed.”

“What? That I’m so sentimental?”

“No, that you think we’re going to make it back to England.” Nixon peered through his binoculars again. His mind flashed to Emily as he watched the men crouch down behind an upturned cart. Bad news, he thought. He had suspected for a while now that Emily may have feelings for Welsh, a man who clearly was intending on marrying his betrothed. No matter how much he flirted, Welsh wouldn’t have bothered lugging that extra chute around if he wasn’t serious about Kitty. Bad news for Emily. Suddenly, a shot rang out.

“Covering fire! Covering fire!” Welsh shouted. Martin and Dukeman pulled a downed Blithe back behind the line. They passed Nixon who saw the blood gushing from the young man’s throat before Doc Roe got to him.

“Cease fire! Cease fire!” Welsh commanded.

Winters moved up from behind, “what happened?”

“Sniper,” Nixon said coming up to him.

Winters couldn’t take his eyes off the bleeding Blithe, “they’re pulling us off the front line.”

“Now?” Nixon demanded.

Winters turned to him, “to a field camp north of Utah beach. Hot food, and showers.”

With a last mournful look at Blithe, Nixon turned away to head back. Great fucking timing, he raged to himself.

Emily was at the camp surrounded by intelligence staff and nurses, who were busy at work tending the masses of wounded men.


“Nix?” her voice was gentle when he entered the intelligence tent.

“Couldn’t have let us know a little bit sooner? Sent the runner just a few minutes earlier?” he demanded.



“What are you talking about?”

“We were on a patrol and some kid is probably gonna lose his life because that information came a few minutes too late! I sent them in there, I told them to check it out but turns out we didn’t need to!” Nixon pounded his fist on one of the tables.

“Lewis I didn’t know, that information didn’t come from me.”

“You’re intelligence staff! You’re meant to know!”

“I’m not intelligence staff like you are! I’m no S-2,” Emily shouted back, “no one tells me anything!”

Nixon paced the room trying to calm down, “okay, okay,” he leveled his hands on the desk, “I’m sorry. I just -,”

“It’s fine, I’m sorry too,” Emily stood across the table from him, looking small in the dim light of the tent. “I do know one thing,” she said. He looked up, waiting for her to continue, “we’re going back to England.”

“Right, great.” And he stormed out of the tent onto the beach.

His insomnia didn’t improve even knowing that they were going back to a relatively safe zone. It was impossible to sleep with the sounds of men crying out all around and bodies held together by gauze and tape only paces away. Naturally, the night before they were meant to leave, Nixon couldn’t sleep. He grabbed his flask and made his way towards the dunes on the far side of the camp.

He plopped down on a ridge into a bed of marsh grass, the coarse tendrils tickling his wrists and neck. Nixon closed his eyes and inhaled. The whiskey he had guzzled earlier that night had seeped pleasingly through his veins. The summer air blew across the salty water cooling the sweat where it pooled around his collarbone and lower back. It was so peaceful. If it weren’t for the peppering of tents barely visible against the night sky, Nixon could have pretended he was there on holiday and not for a war.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a lean figure making its way up the dune towards him. Nixon braced himself for the quiet wisdom of Winters. However, the figure failed to grow as it approached him, only reaching a height of about 5′5″. The silhouette revealed itself to be Emily, dressed in another pair of slightly oversized O.D.s.

“What?” Nixon barked at her.

“I saw you pass by,” Emily dropped down beside him, bumping his arm on her way down. Disgruntled, Nixon scooted over slightly.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Why aren’t you?” Emily retorted.

“Couldn’t.”



“Same here.”

Quiet fell between them, a comfortable quiet but Nixon could sense Emily wanted to say more. Finally, her lips parted and she said, “it’s not something you can get over.”

“What?”



“Seeing the men like that.” Emily searched his face in the dark for any reaction. Nixon stared straight ahead. “It’s disturbing and not something anyone should ever have to witness.”

Nixon licked his lips to speak, but all that came out was, “yeah.”

Emily paused, then reached for his flask. She pulled it from his grasp and took a swig, “It’s over for now. We have to find comfort in that.”

“Right, some comfort in that,” he took the flask back for another drink. They sat there side by side listening to the waves crash against the shoreline. As the night waned on, Emily began to doze off. Her head fell to rest on his shoulder. Nixon considered waking her to walk her back to her tent but then decided against it. He didn’t want to disturb her. If she woke up now who knew if she would be able to fall asleep again. Besides, he enjoyed sharing a little sliver of the world with her in that moment. A sliver that was simple and not perverted by violence.

When the sun rose, she stirred and they both made their way back to their tents for a desperate last few hours of sleep before they were to ship off. As Nixon was boarding the ship he saw Emily standing on the Mulberry harbor hugging a dark, thin woman dressed in a nurses uniform. The woman brushed wild hairs away from Emily’s forehead then pressed something into her hand. Nixon couldn’t help but wonder what that exchange had been about. Out of curiosity, he met Emily at the gangway.

 “Who was that?” he asked.

“Hm?” Emily pulled a paper wrapped candy out of her pocket.

“Who was that woman you were talking to? A nurse?”

“Oh yeah, that’s my friend Marwa.”

“I didn’t know you had female friends.”

Emily rolled her eyes and popped the candy into her mouth.

“What was that?” Nixon pointed to her mouth.

“Ginger candy, you want one?” Emily offered him a candy and Nixon accepted, beginning to feel like his old self again standing next to her.

[tvshowfanfics12]

Ginna Mackey and Blake Gallo

Takes Place After Episode 9.4

Ginna’s POV:

I saw Gallo walking through the halls, and I stood up from the table and followed him to the locker rooms. He was opening his locker when I came in. I went over to my locker, the words catching in my throat. I opened my locker and looked around, but I didn’t really need anything.

Suddenly I got the courage and I spun around.

“Gallo…” I asked.

He looked up. “Oh, hey Mackey.” He smiled, which made me smile.

“So, the other day you thought I had a kid,” I said, smiling at the mistake he made, thinking that I had a son.

He chuckled. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

I smirked. “Well, you told me about a park that you read about.” I turned back to my locker so Gallo couldn’t see me blush. “I was just wondering if that was you asking me out on a date?”

I looked over my shoulder when Blake didn’t say anything back. He had a smile on his face and when our eyes caught his face brightened.

“You caught that.” He shook his head.

I laughed. “Yeah.”

He leaned against his locker and laughed. “Yeah, I mean I was trying to see if you wanted to go to a park with me and watch your kid play on the playground.” He shook his head. “I still feel so dumb about.” He smiled down at his feet.

“It was sweet.” I shrugged.

“It was stupid.” He looked up at me.

“Well…” I fiddled with my fingers. “Would you like to go on that date? I mean not at a park or anything, but maybe dinner?”

Blake smiled. “Uh… yeah.” He nodded. “I would like that.”

“Good.” I smiled with a nod. “Um… Friday night?” I suggested, knowing that we would be off shift by then.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Okay, see you then.” I smiled and walked out of the locker room and back to the lunchroom where I sat down next to Brett.

“You look happier than normal.” Brett nudged me in the shoulder.

“I asked Gallo out,” I whispered to her, unable to hide my excitement.

“Ohhh.” She smirked at me.

“ENGINE 61 TO FIREHOUSE 51 WOMEN SHOT IN HOME.” The alarm went off. I turned to Brett and she nodded. We got up and ran to the ambulance and loaded in.

“Don’t think this doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear everything about you asking Gallo out.” Brett smiled at me as we drove out of the firehouse.

“Of course.” I smiled.

We got on the call and Brett rushed out while I grabbed the medical kit. I ran into the house after Brett who was already assessing the women’s injuries.

“Where is the shooter?” Brett asked.

“He… He ran off.” The women explained in pain. I knelt down beside Brett and took over holding the injury while Brett got out the gauze.

“Did the bullet go through you?” I asked the women.

“I am not sure.” She shook her head. “I hate seeing blood, so I haven’t actually looked.”

“It’s okay.” I nod. “My mother can’t stand the look of blood too,” I say, trying to make her feel better. “Brett, I am going to take a look,” I informed my partner.

“Of course.” Brett agreed.

I took my hand off for a second, and when I didn’t see anything I nodded and reapplied the pressure. I then turned the women slightly to look for an exit wound.

“The bullet is still inside,” I told Brett in a calming tone, trying not to frighten the women.

“Is… Is that bad?” The women asked.

“It just means that the doctors at the hospital will remove it, ma’am,” I told her.

“Oh, no need for the ma’am thing.” The women smiled through the pain. “My name is Doris.”

“Well, hello Doris.” Brett smiled. “My name is Silvia Brett, and this here is Ginna Gallo.”

I nodded to the woman.

“Oh, nice to meet you, ladies.” The woman nods. “I wish it was under different circumstances.” She tried to joke.

“I know.” Brett smiled. “How about we load you into the ambulance.”

“Oh, I am more than ready.” The women laughed.

I assisted Brett in getting the women on the stretcher. Brett sat in the back with the women as I drove to Chicago Med. The lady kept apologizing over and over for the inconvenience she had caused. Brett assured her that it was no trouble while I smiled at how nice this woman was.

When we arrived the hospital staff came out and took Doris in for surgery to remove the bullet. I was helping Brett to clean the back of the ambulance when the police came to ask us questions.

“Did you see the shooter?” Burges asked.

“No, they had left the scene before we had arrived,” Brett answered for us.

“Did Doris say who did this to her?” Burges asked. “Did she know the person?”

“We didn’t ask. We only wanted to know if the shooter was still in the area and then we got her here.” I said, refilling my med bag as I talked.

“Alright.” Burges nodded. “I will contact you if there is anything else I need. Nice save girls.” She said before she left.

Brett and I finished the cleanout of the ambulance and then we headed back to the station. We had just pulled out of the station when Brett started talking.

“So, how did you ask him?” She smiled.

“Ask who?” I said, taking one last check in the back before settling into my seat.

“Gallo. How did you ask Gallo out?” Brett laughed.

“Oh, so a few days ago he offered to take me and my kid to a playground in town that he heard about.” I started to explain.

“Woah! A kid!” She turned to me in shock. “I didn’t know you had a kid.”

“I don’t.” I laughed and grabbed her shoulder to calm her down. “I had said something about one of the kids that my mom watches at her daycare but I referred to him as my kid and Gallo thought that I had a kid,” I explained.

“Oh.” Brett nodded. “At least he was listening.”

“Yeah.” I laughed. “So anyways he asked if I wanted to go to a park but when I explained he just laughed it off. So did I.” I shrugged. “Then that night I realized that he was asking me out, but then got scared off.”

“Oh.” Brett nodded.

“So this morning when I got on shift I asked him out,” I said as a matter of fact.

“The fire station? You asked him out at the fire station?” Brett laughed. “I wouldn’t say that is the most romantic place to ask someone out.”

“Oh please. I have heard many stories about the fire station’s great love affairs.” I laugh. “And it was actually the locker room in the fire station where I asked him.”

“Oh, that's so much better.” She said in sarcasm.

I laughed. “So we are going out on Friday night after shift,” I said as we parked in the fire station.

“Oh, where are you going?” She asked.

“I was thinking Molly’s.” I shrugged and got out of the truck. “I don’t know of many good places for a first date.”

“Well if you’re going to Molly’s maybe I can talk Stella into closing the outside patio so you guys can have your date under the stars.” Brett nudged me.

“I don’t know.” I smiled. “I mean we never actually made the plans. We just set a date. What if he wants to go somewhere fancy?”

“Molly’s can be fancy.” Brett shrugged.

“I get that be we always go to Molly’s,” I say, closing the back of the ambulance after I inspected it.

“How about I do some digging around and see where Gallo plans to go and then tell you.” Brett put her arm around my shoulder. “It’s the least I can do, partner.”

“I would like that.” I smiled.

Brett and I walked into the lunchroom which seemed to be emptier than normal. In fact, at this time everyone was usually watching something on tv or playing games at the table and there was no one in the room now.

“HE SHOOTS… HE SCORES!!!” Loud screaming came from outside.

I looked at Brett and she seemed to think the same thing. We walked out the doors and to the backside of the firehouse where everyone was. There was a crowd cheering while another group raced around a homemade obstacle course.

“RUN!!” They shouted at them.

“What is going on?” Brett said asking Mouch who had a score sheet in his hands.

“Stella needed some practice so she challenged the firehouse to a race,” Mouch explained. “It sort of got out of hand and now we are all betting on who is going to finish the course with the best time.”

“Who is winning?” I asked, leaning over to see the score sheet.

“No the race hasn’t started yet. This is practice.” Mouch said.

“When is it starting?” Brett asked, looking at everyone running.

“In an hour.” He explained. “This is for them to warm up and you to see who you are going to bet on.”

“Oh.” Brett nodded.

“All bets must be placed in 20 minutes,” Mouch said.

I turned back to see all the commotion. Stella was running in first but Casey was in close second and then Gallo and Sevoride were in a close tie. Stella was trash talking and the crowd was cheering them on.

I turned to Brett and laughed.

“So, wanna place a bet?” Brett asked me.

“Oh yeah.” I agreed.

After I grabbed my wallet from my locker I put $30 down on Gallo. Of course, Stella was amazing and could run the course no problem, but I was hoping Blake would win.

Brett also placed a bet and if I was to guess I think she put it in Casey.

It was explained that half of the money would go to the winner and the other half would go to buying drinks for everyone at Molly’s. I thought that was a good cause.

“Placed your bet?” Brett asked me.

“Yes. You?” I asked, sitting down beside her on the outdoor chairs that had been brought out to watch the race.

“I have never seen Stella so determined.” Brett laughed. “I think she even cursed Casey.

“What?” I turned to Brett for an explanation.

“She muttered something under her breath and then told me that Casey was “taken care of”. She laughed.

I laughed. “Competition can bring out the worst in people.”

We sat and watched as Stella, Casey, Gallo, and Sevoride ran the course a few more times. Brett pointed out things that, if they avoided, would save them time in the end. I nodded in agreement.

“I am going to get some drinks. Want any?” I asked Brett and the practice ended.

“Water please,” Brett said.

“On it.” I go inside and grab a few bottles of water for the runners and Brett and me. My hands were full when I walked back outside.

“WATER!” Is said loud enough to get the competitor’s attention. I handed Brett her water and walked over to the panting group as they were recovering.

“You are a lifesaver, Mackey:” Stella said as I handed her water.

“What I am here for,” I said, handing out the water to Sevoride.

I turned around and gave water to Casey who was now laying on the ground. “You good?” I asked.

“Yeah. Never better.” He said waving his hand in the air.

“I’ll take water?” Blake’s voice said from behind me.

I turned around and handed him a bottle. “So how did you get roped into this?”

He laughed and took a big gulp of his water. “Stella wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Oh.” I smiled. “Are you sure you will have enough energy to run this race?” I leaned on part of the obstacle course.

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “I do this for a living you know?”

“I know,” I smirk. “Stella was smoking all of you.” I nudged him.

“Hey, I was saving my energy.” He nudged me back. “And I don’t see you running this course.” He said in a challenging tone.

“Oh, that’s not going to work on me.” I shook my head. “I am perfectly happy watching you.”

“Oh is that so?” He said making me blush.

I looked down at my shoes, noticing my mistake. I glanced back up at him which only made him laugh.

“What’s happening over here?” Cruz said, walking over to us.

“We are just talking,” I said to Cruz, knowing that he is just seconds away from going into big brother mode.

“Talking about what?” Cruz came over and took the water out of my hands.

“We are talking about who is more likely to win the race,” Gallo said and then he took a sip of his water.

“Oh, well my bet is on Casey. He has always been able to smoke anyone who challenges him.” Cruz says as he looks right at Gallo.

They just look at each other like they are waiting for someone to make the first move.

“Stella is pretty good though.” I interrupt their little staring contest.

“I think I can beat them.” Gallo relaxes on a post.

“Sure.” Cruz laughs.

“I can,” Gallo says confidently.

“We’ll see,” Cruz says before walking off. He kept glancing over his shoulder back to us. When he was inside I turned to Gallo and laughed.

“So, who did you bet on?” Gallo asked with a dorky smirk.

“Why should I tell?” I teased him.

“Because I am curious.” He smiled.

“You,” I said quietly. “I bet on you.”

“Well, then I have motivation not to lose.” He grinned from ear to ear. “I can’t have you lose your bet.”

“You better not.” I joked.

“What is going on!” Boden shouted, making everyone turn to him.

“Chief,” Severide said first.

“Someone please explain why there is an obstacle course back here!” He turned to look at every one of us. Probably taking a mental photo of everyone involved.

“We are helping Stella.” Severide stepped up to explain. “We started out as helping her train but it became a competition.”

“And you are placing bets!?” He turned to Mouch who was going through the money.

“Yes, Chief.” Severide nodded.

“And no one thought to involve me?” Boden turned to Mouch. “I want to place a bet.”

Everyone sighed.

After Boden placed his bet I went back over to Brett and sat in our seats. The competitors got into their gear and Ritter held a flag.

“Ready?” He asked them.

“Yeah,” Casey said.

“Yes.” Severide nodded.

“Yep.” Gallo winked at me, making me blush.

“Let’s go!” Stella said, pumped up.

Ritter waves the flag and the race begins. Of course, Stella shoves over Casey who falls into Severide and that makes Brett and I crack up. Stella stays in the lead but Gallo follows close on her tail.

“GO! GO! GO!” Boden cheers on. From the looks of it he placed his bet on Stella.

“This is fun.” I turn to Brett who is laughing.

“Much better than sitting in front of the tv and watching Mouch and Herrman fight over the remote another night.” Brett laughs.

She was right. I haven’t been working here long but I did notice that when we had overnight shifts, everyone would gather and watch tv until super. This was much better. And Mouch and Herrman always make a big deal about the shows they watch, and I never get to watch the ones that I want.

“So true,” I said while taking a sip of my water.

“How long do you think this will last?” Brett turned to me.

“What do you mean? The race?” I turned to her.

“Yeah. I could see them calling for a rematch until midnight.” Brett laughed. “Casey would say that he didn’t have a proper start and wants a re-do.”

I laugh.

I look back at the race and they seem to be at the end of the course. Casey and Severide are laughing and shoving each other out of the way like boys and Stella is by far in the lead. Gallo is running in second but he looks like he is having fun.

“Come on, you are so close!” Boden yells at Stella. “Cross the line!”

When Stella breaks the ribbon that Mouch and Herrman hold, everyone stands up and cheers. Brett hugs Stella just as Gallo crosses the line.

“WINNER!” Boden holds up Stella’s hand.

“I… I want… a rematch.” Casey says, out of breath, as he crosses the line.

“Same.” Serveride leans on Casey for support.

Everyone laughs and I look right at Brett. “I was right.” She says to me.

“Yes, you were,” I say as I come over to Stella. “Nice one Stella. I think this means you are ready for your fitness part of the Lieutenants exam.”

“I hope so.” She laughs.

I then walk over to Gallo who is taking a drink of water. “Nice race,” I say to him, leaning on a post so that I am facing him.

“Well, I thought that Stella should get the win.” He smiled.

“Oh, sure.” I rolled my eyes.

“Sorry, you didn’t win the bet.” He leaned closer.

“Oh, it’s fine. Half of my bet goes to drinks at Molly’s.” I shrug.

“That’s true.” He smirked. Then he just stared at me.

I stared back at him. The blood rushed to my cheeks, but I held his gaze.

“What?” I asked after a minute.

“What?” He had a dorky smile on his face.

“You're staring at me.” I blush even more. How red can a person get?

“I am not.” He didn’t leave my eyes as he said it.

“Oh really.” I lean closer.

“Pizza!” Cruz jumped in the middle of us, scaring me half to death. “We are getting pizza tonight and I am taking orders. What do we want.” Cruz said, giving Blake a deadly glare.

“Um… Cheese.” Blake answered, a little afraid.

“Cheese is fine with me,” I say, pulling on Cruz’s arm. “You have our order now.”

“I am going to need someone to help with getting the pizza.” Cruz’s eyes didn’t leave Blake’s. “Gallo, want to help?” He said more of a threat.

“No, I will go.” I offered, trying to save Blake the humiliation of being in the car with Cruz.

“I… I should start cleaning this up before it gets dark out.” Blake said, talking about the mess of an obstacle course that was laying on the ground.

“Yeah. You should.” Cruz spats.

“Cruz, how about you get everyone's order and I will meet you at your truck.” I step in front of him so he is forced to look at me. I glare at Cruz.

“Fine.” He says reluctantly.

I turn back to Blake and sigh.

“I think he was going to kill me.” Blake laughs.

“He might still.” I joke.

“That’s not funny. He totally could kill me.” Blake laughs.

“I should get going before he comes back here and drags you into a dark alley.” I laugh.

“Yeah, I have a mess to clean up anyway.” He smirks.

I nod and then walk back inside. Before I go through the doors I look back at Blake and he now has a broom in his hand, but he turns and looks at me. His dorky smile sends butterflies to my stomach and I blush and duck inside.

When I get to Cruz’s car he is already in the car with a notepad of everyone's order. I take the paper and look it over to make sure that everyone’s name is on it.

“So two large Candian Bacon. two large Pepperonis, and three large cheese?” I confirm.

“Yep,” Cruz says in a better mood than before.

“Are you ever going to stop glaring at Gallo when I talk to him?” I ask, leaning back in my seat and enjoying the ride.

“Nope. Never.” He says firmly.

“I am not a little kid anymore. You don’t have to protect me.” I argue.

“You will always be like a little sister to me. That means that no one is good enough for you.” Cruz says like it’s a matter of fact or something.

“But you like Gallo. You think he is a nice guy.” I say, remembering all the times Cruz was telling me about his friends at 51 while I was still training.

“But it’s different if you date him,” Cruz says.

“Look, I like him,” I confess. “I know you're just trying to look out for me, but I can do that for myself. So please, will you lay off?!”

It was silence.

As we drove into the pizza place, Cruz stopped the car and grabbed the notebook. Before he opened the door to his car he turned to me. “I will try.”

“Thank you.” I sighed. Then we got out of the car and went inside to place an order for pizza.

When we got back to the station everyone was already inside shouting about a rematch or how they want their money back. When we walked through the doors with pizza everyone started to crowd us now.

“Oh, that smells good.” Gallo came over and took the pizzas I was holding out of my hands and set them on the counter.

He handed me a plate as he opened up the boxes to find the cheese. I took a few slices and grabbed a pop from the fridge. I sat next to Blake who was talking to Ritter about a story or something.

“Yeah, and then right as I was about to jump down, I heard a ripping noise and knew that I had ripped my pants.” Gallo laughed as he was telling Ritter his story.

“You ripped your pants?” I chuckled.

“Oh yeah.” Ritter laughed. “This smooth talker thought that if he could climb a tree and get a volleyball out of it that he would get a girl's number.” Ritter filled me in.

“It didn’t work and I lost a pair of pants that day.” Blake pretends to be sad about it.

“Oh my.” I shook my head and laughed.

“So, you have any embarrassing stories?’ Ritter asked me. “We are sharing after all.”

“Nope,” I said as I took a bite of my pizza.

“You have never done anything embarrassing?” Blake asked, questioning me.

“No. I don’t get embarrassed.” I said while sitting up a little straighter.

“I don’t believe that.” Ritter laughed. “Hey, Cruz!” He said to Cruz who was sitting in front of the tv. Cruz looked up. “Got any embarrassing stories of Ginna over here?”

I glared at Cruz, not wanting him to spill anything. If anyone knew embarrassing things about me it would be him. Cruz seemed to know this so a smile spread on his face.

“I might have a few good ones.” He stood up and walked to our table. “How much time do you have?”

“Oh, I don’t have that many stories,” I said sarcastically.

“Oh, I think you do.” Cruz sat down next to Ritter and across from me and Blake. “Where should I start? How about the time you thought that the guy at the pool was actually selling popsicles but actually you bought drugs?”

I put my face in my hands. I forgot about that one.

“Okay, I think I need to hear this,” Blake said, shifting in his chair to pay more attention.

“Well one day at our neighborhood pool, Ginna really wanted an orange popsicle.” Cruz started. “So when she saw that there was a sign for popsicles outside the pool gates, she grabbed money from her mom’s purse and went over to buy it. How much money did you take again?” Cruz asked me.

“Okay, so I didn’t know how much money they would cost so I grabbed a hundred dollars.” I looked up at Cruz. “But you are forgetting that before that I had asked you to buy me one and you refused.”

“Yeah, well I knew they weren’t actually selling popsicles.” Cruz throws it back at me. “Anyways with the hundred bucks she walks right up and orders three popsicles.”

Blake looked over to me, smiling from ear to ear. I might not have been such an open book as I had thought.

“When I asked him for them he told me to bug off,” I said, taking over the story. “When I started to get mad he confessed to not having any orange popsicles left. I showed him the money and said that I wanted some now.”

“You showed him the money?” Ritter said, laughing off his chair.

“Yeah. I was dumb and showed the tiny drug dealer a hundred bucks and asked him to give me what he had if he didn’t have any orange ones left.” I shook my head. “So when he handed me a popsicle box I didn’t care to look inside before I handed him the money.”

“You didn’t even check!?” Blake held his side and he was laughing so hard.

“I was five. I didn’t think that drug dealers were eleven-year-old kids.” I said to my defense.

“And then tell everyone what happened.” Cruz wiped a tear from his face because he was laughing so hard.

“I jumped into the hot tub at the pool with the box in my hands to hand it out to everyone.” I covered my face with my hands. “The hot water and the drugs didn’t mix well and in like three minutes we had a hot tub that looked like weed tea.”

“The pool had to be closed for two weeks because this girl got drugs into the filtration system.” Cruz laughed.

“I am not proud of that.” I shook my head. “It was an accident.”

“And what did you do the next time you saw that drug dealer?” Cruz edged me on.

“I gave him a wedge and shoved him into the pool in the deep end,” I said in a quiet voice.

“What was that?” Blake leaned in closer. “Did you just say you gave him a wedge and shoved him into the pool?”

“You heard me correctly.” I looked up to meet his gaze. He was laughing so hard and I hadn’t noticed before but everyone in the room seemed to have heard my story and was laughing with me.

“So, what you are telling me is to watch out for any popsicle stands?” Brett said, resting a hand on my shoulder.

“Ha Ha.” I looked up at her. “I was young.”

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to talk to strangers?” Casey asked in a joking tone.

“They did, but I wanted an orange popsicle,” I argued. “He was just eleven. I had no idea that his cardboard sign was just a ruse to hide his real business.”

“What did your parents say when they found out you bought drugs with their money?” Ritter asked.

“They weren’t happy but they got mad when I told them that I spent the whole hundred on the drugs.” I laughed.

“Okay, can we just take a second? So, if you thought it was actually popsicles in that box, did you really spend a hundred buck on it?” Blake said thinking about it for a second.

“Yes,” I grumbled as I put my head on the table.

Then there was another burst of laughter.

“So I might have ripped my pants for a girl, but you bought drugs from an eleven-year-old.” Gallo laughed. “I think you win with the most embarrassing story.”

“Yeah, I so wanted to win,” I said sarcastically.

We sat around the table sharing jokes and playing card games together for about an hour more. We laughed and after telling a few more stories around the table I didn’t feel so embarrassed. Everyone shared and it soon became a competition to see who had the worst story.

I looked over to Blake a lot and watched as he bluffed in poker and failed in Janga. He would catch my eyes every once and a while and give that dorky smile that sent butterflies to my stomach.

It was late and people were starting to get tired. I myself was having a hard time keeping my eyes open, but didn’t want to miss a thing.

I felt a warm hand squeeze mine under the table and I looked over to Gallo who was looking at me.

“You should get some rest.” He said softly so the others didn’t hear.

“I am not tired.” I lied but my body betrayed me as I yawned afterward.

“I beg to differ.” He smiles at me. “Go to bed.”

I smile in defeat and nod my head. I slowly slip my hand out of his and stand up. I tell everyone I am going to bed and then leave for the sleeping quarters.

[korgidorgi]

TLOU2&Supergirl Crossover x Reader - Part 3

Word Count: 1779

Warnings: Swearing

Part 1 - P2

You wake up in a bright room. You blink repeatedly as you bring your arm up to shield your eyes from the lights. You feel something inserted into your right arm that's connected to a cord of some sort. You sit up, taking in your surroundings. You’re in a hospital bed, in a hospital room, with hospital equipment around you. You’re in a gown, and you've got bandages in some places, bandaids in others, and some uncovered clean scrapes. Pretty sure you’ve got stitches in other places as well.

“Fuck is this shit…?” You mumble to yourself, fully waking up. “They fucking changed my clothes. Where’s my shit?”

You swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up. You reach to rip the tape off the IV and take the thing out of your arm and let the tube fall to the side, blood starting to drip down your arm. You look around the room for your clothes, your backpack, and your weapons, but they’re nowhere to be found.

The door opens, startling you. A woman walks in, and just like the woman from your dream, she looks professional. Her auburn hair is slicked back and her black suit is clean.

“How are you doing?” She asks calmly. “Keep holding pressure to that, it’ll help the bleeding stop.” She pokes her head out of the door. “Nurse!” She closes the door and faces you again.

“Where the fuck am I?” You demand, now holding your hand to apply pressure to the place of insertion. “Where’s my stuff?” You refrain from giving away Abby and Lev’s existences in case the place you’re in doesn’t already have them locked up somewhere.

“You’re in a secret Government agency building called the DEO, the Department of Extranormal Operations.” She answers. “We had to look through your stuff for security reasons. You need to sit down and keep applying pressure, you’ll bleed out.”

“You do not touch my shit.” You snap at her. “Where are my clothes?”

“We had to remove them to treat your wounds. You had many lacerations and abrasions all over your body-”

You cut her off, “Any bite marks?”

“Excuse me?”

“You fucking heard me: Did I have any bite marks?”

“No. You didn't.” she answers, slightly taken aback by your tone and language.

“Thank fuck.” You sigh, waiting a moment before locking eyes with her again. “I want my shit back.”

“You’ll get it back after you get cleaned up and answer my questions next.” She informs you.

“I need it. Now.” You growl. The audacity of this place! Fucking change your clothes, take your shit, wont give it back?

“I need you to get cleaned up first. I need to talk to you.” She holds firm on her orders. “Based on the contents on your body and in your bag, you’re a possible threat to the public.”

You scowl at her before hesitantly complying. A nurse comes in to treat your issue, holding pressure to the wound with gauze until it stops bleeding. She places a small amount of tape on top of another gauze pad.

The security woman then leads you to the showers, letting you pick out some clothes from a small collection the facility had.

“I’ll wait outside.” She informs, letting you get cleaned up alone.

You quickly take a shower, your habit of saving water kicking in. You turn it off and on until you finish. You rub yourself dry enough and put your selection of clothes on. You then swing open the door, meeting the soldiers gaze.

“This way.” She leads you down a few halls and into what looks to be an interrogation room.

“Have a seat.” She orders, pulling a chair to a table for you.

You hesitantly do as she asks, not wanting to make it harder for yourself. She has a gun at her side, and other soldiers walk throughout the base with weapons as well. She takes a moment to gather notes, and sits down across from you at the table.

“Where did you come from?” She asks.

“Last I know I was in National City inside a torn down building.” You answer angrily.

“How did you manage to get past L-Corps security and break into the lab?” She pries further.

“Well fuck if I know, I fell from the ceiling into a completely perfect place.” You retort. “I was in that Lab, but it was all fucked up. Now it's all pristine and shit. Where the hell am I?”

“So you came through an interdimensional portal?” She elaborates.

“I don’t fucking know, seems extraordinary.” You answer, not believing a single word about a portal. “Either I came through a portal, You guys kidnapped me, or this is all a fucking dream.”

“And what were those… things… that came in with you?” Her question makes you do a double take.

“What?”

“You heard me. What came through that portal with you?”

“Wait, you’re telling me you have no idea what those things are?” You ask in disbelief.

“Yes, now answer the damn question.” She finally seems to be ticked off a bit.

“You really have no idea do you?” You gape at her. “You- you never had the outbreak?”

“What outbreak?” She asks. “What are those things?”

“Fuck… Where the hell am I?” You wonder aloud. “You’re telling me that the Human Cordyceps never existed?”

“Cordyceps?”

“Yes. It's a fungus that affects people. It can manipulate the brain, making people insane and attack others.” You explain. “It's what created those… things. It gets to a point where the fungus grows outside of the body, and if it gets to the Shambler or Bloater stage, well, good fucking luck. That shit’s like armor.”

“Wait, so you’re telling me those things are people?” She asks.

“Well, yeah. Used to.” You state. “Is this a dream? Or am I really in another dimension where the world never went to shit?” You ask.

“No, you’re in a real world.” She confirms.

“No fucking way.” You try to wrap your head around it. “Wait, please tell me you didn’t open the door.”

“What door?”

“The door in the lab with the dead bodies.” You elaborate.

“I was going to send down a team shortly to deal with it.” She explains.

“Don’t fucking open it. You get one person Infected, the entire city gets Infected, and soon enough, the entire country and world as well.” You warn. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with, and neither did my world and that’s exactly how this type of shit happens.”

“What happened in your world?” She asks.

“Well, It did happen back in 2013 or something, like 25 years ago or something, but from stories I’ve heard, one person got it in a city, and somehow, everyone in the city got it.” You narrate the stories to the best of your ability. “It didn’t really kick in until a day or so later. Just, suddenly, everyone turned on each other. They became what we now call Runners. It’s the first stage of infection.”

“So, you're also from the future?” She asks.

“I don’t know, what year is it?” You ask.

“2020.”

“Well then, yeah, I’m definitely from the future; 2039.” You declare. “But anyways, the entire country went to shit. The government tried to control it but they had no idea what they were dealing with. Nobody knew. I think it really originated in a hospital where people were showing up with strange symptoms. They then started acting crazy, some of the doctors died because of it. That's where it all started to spread like wildfire, cause the patients escaped their room and went AWOL.”

“Damn.” She leans back in her chair, thinking about what you just said. “I never got your name. I’m Director Alex Danvers.”

“Y/N L/N.” You introduce yourself.

“We obviously don’t know what we’re dealing with. We’ll seal off the Lab, nobody opens that door.” Alex explains. “You seem to know a lot about this, I would like to task you with writing something, a paper, a brochure, an encyclopedia, anything, with all the information you know about the Infection. I want to take this as seriously as possible. I want to prevent any outbreak anywhere. I don’t want any infections in this facility, in this city, in this country.” She explains your new task. “In return, I will work to get you back to your world.”

“You’re not like other directors of government programs.” You comment, putting her a bit on edge. “ I’ll help you get a handle on this. I wasn’t around to see the first outbreak and I sure as hell ain’t ready to see or know of any other outbreak.”

“I look forward to working with you then.” Alex says, extending her hand to shake.

You take her hand and she gets up to escort you out of the room. She walks you through multiple hallways to a sort of main control room. It's full of people with monitors in front of a giant wall of TVs. There's a large circular table in the center of the room, and someone dressed as a superhero is standing at the table. She perks up when she sees you and Alex approaching.

“Y/N, this is Supergirl, she's from a planet called Krypton. Supergirl, this is Y/N, she will be working with us to handle the incident.” Alex introduces. 

“Wait, you have aliens here?” You ask, shocked at the Kryptonian in front of you.

“Yeah, the majority of the city is pretty pro-alien.” Supergirl smiles at you.

Alex then calls out to the soldiers and techs, “I don’t want anyone opening the door to the room containing the strange creatures. I want the area cleared of any people, and I want it sealed off from any sort of use.”

A chorus of “Yes, Ma’am”s echo about the room.

 Alex informs, pulling the caped blonde aside. “Supergirl, we’re going to need to give her a place to stay while we work to get her back to her world.”

“I wouldn’t mind letting her stay at my place.” She offers.

“Alright, it's settled.” Alex says, turning to you. “Y/N, as you will be here for god knows how long, you’ll be staying with my sister, Kara. She’s offered to take you in for a while. She’ll pick you up from here around 6.” She informs you. “You are to arrive at the DEO 8 o’clock sharp every morning. You will be spending your days here, whether it be helping us, monitoring situations, or without a task.”

“Alright, cool. Can I have my stuff back now?”

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Translucent Cloth

September is New York Textile Month, a citywide celebration of textile creativity. As in past years, the museum is collaborating with the Textile Society of America. A non-profit professional organization of scholars, educators, and artists in the field of textiles, TSA provides an international forum for the exchange and dissemination of information about textiles worldwide. Four former presidents of TSA will author Object of the Week posts this month.  

Author: Roxane Shaughnessy 

There is clear evidence that translucent woven cloth is one of the weaving styles practiced by the Classic-period Maya (ca. 300-850 CE) in ancient Mesoamerica. Decorated ceramic vessels and painted murals from the time depict examples of semi-transparent clothing worn by women, and occasionally men.[1] Additionally, fiber fragments uncovered in Early Classic Burial 19 at Río Azul, Guatemala have been compared to the pikb’il style of weaving,[2] where a sheer open-spaced plain weave is decorated with small supplementary weft designs. Practiced today by Q’eqchi’-speaking Maya weavers in Cobán and nearby villages in Alta Verapaz, Guatemala, this weaving tradition has survived and persevered for nearly two millennia.[3]  

This exquisite gauze-like cloth from Alta Verapaz is an unfinished example of a woman’s pikb’il huipil or blouse. The garment was woven on a back-strap loom in the 1920s, using finely spun cotton thread in a balanced, spaced weave. It is constructed of three separately woven panels sewn together with an undecorated square in the centre. This area would have been cut out and hemmed for the neckline. The finely woven white-on-white supplementary weft designs or motifs include birds, arches, plants, leaves and more. 

While some Q’eqchi’ women still wear pikb’il huipils for religious ceremonies in Coban and other areas in Alta Verapaz, the majority of weavers do not wear them on a daily basis. However, many weavers continue to make translucent textiles for sale, and table runners, shawls, and scarves are produced for the outside market.[4] In order to expand production opportunities and preserve the technique, community efforts have been made to bring this enduring ancestral craft to an international forum, and in recent years pikb’il weavings have been enthusiastically received at the Santa Fe International Folk Art Market.  

While pikb’il weaving was a means of making clothing for centuries, it has now become a valued cottage industry in Alta Verapaz, and serves as an important source of income for weavers and their families.[5] It connects them with their past and provides them with a means to preserve this resurgent tradition into the future. 

Roxane Shaughnessy is Senior Curator and Manager of Collection at the Textile Museum of Canada in Toronto. She served as President of the Textile Society of America from 2014-16. 

[1] Christina T. Halperin, “Textile Techné: Classic Maya Translucent Cloth and the Making of Value,” in Making Value, Making Meaning: Techné in the Pre-Columbian World, ed. Cathy L. Costin (Washington, DC: Dumbarton Oaks Research Library and Collection, 2016), 433, 456. [2] Robert Carlsen, “Analysis of the Early Classic Period Textile Remains from Tomb 23, Rio Azul, Guatemala.” In Rio Azul Reports, Proyecto Rio Azul, edited by Richard E. Adams, pp. 152–159. Center for Archaeological Research, University of Texas, San Antonio, 1987. [3] Kathleen Mossman Vitale, Documenting the Maya Textile Tradition: Recent Work in Venustiano Carranza & Alta Verapaz. https://www.scribd.com/document/319122377/Venustiano-Carranza-Verapaz. Accessed August 14,2020. [4] Ibid. Accessed August 14,2020. [5] https://maxwellmuseum.unm.edu/news-events/blog/research-wednesday-pikbil-style-backstrap-weaving. Accessed August 14, 2020.

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