#he's gonna deep throat that gun isnt he

[gnrbitch]

Grunge Days pt.21- Oh, Me

Warnings: !drug usage!

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1992, Rock in Rio

Rock in Rio, even after Y/n got off stage she couldn’t believe that she had just performed at one of the most iconic rock events.

Alice had released their album a week ago, and the amount of love the album received was amazing.

The album itself, is not meant to be celebrated, everyone knew that. Y/n and Layne especially knew that. But you can’t deny the fact it’s a killer album.

Back to Rock in Rio, Alice, Soundgarden and Nirvana all made their way back to the hotel they were staying at after their performance. None of them really wanted to stay to watch the headliners.

The headliners in question being Guns.

Y/n had been avoiding Slash the whole time they arrived. She had been avoiding him since the last time they saw each other. He made his moves, calling her, randomly showing up to a show, and even showing up to her house.

But Y/n didn’t want to see him. Of course she didn’t, she really, really wanted to stop loving him. She always hoped that one day she would wake up and feel nothing towards him. Or nothing in general, she still woke up and carried a heavy heart. Waking up hoping that it would be the last time she woke up.

And obviously, she had been avoiding Duff. She couldn’t even think about him without getting a glance of how emotionless he looked when he almost killed her. She knew one day she would have to speak to him, but for now, she just wasn’t ready to.

Her and Chris went up to Kurts room (with his invitation of course), and all were talking about whatever was going on in their life. But obviously, they were only there to get high with each other.

She wanted to tell them about how her life had really been, Chris being the only one who knew partially about what had been happening in her life.

But she couldn’t, this wasn’t like back in Seattle where everyone loved and supported each other, especially Kurt. Of course she still loved him, but he had been the one to change the most out of all of them. Sure he was fine with the fact Duff was Y/ns brother. But what the hell would he think if he knew Y/n had been in a whole relationship with Slash.

“Haven’t seen you around much Y/n” Kurt said, pulling a cigarette out.

Y/n shrugged as she dug through her pocket “Haven’t been around, you know how it is”

“Yea” Kurt laughed “I do” He said, shaking his head, “But who’s the guy who fucked you up?”

“What?” Y/n said, her eyebrows furrowing

“I know you Y/n” Kurt said “And i know this isn’t you”

“So you assume it’s a guy?” Y/n asked

“I’ve seen you at your lowest” Kurt said “And this” He circled his finger at her “This is because of a guy”

Y/n cleared her throat, staying silent as she decided to then shoot herself up. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, then spoke “Wasn’t that serious with him”

“It’s never serious with you isnt it” He said

Y/n shook her head and looked down, then raised her head up and looked at him.

“Cause when you mess around with a sell out” Kurt said, rolling his cigarette between his fingers “They sell you out”

“What are you talking about” Y/n scoffed at him

“I’m talking about Slash” Kurt said “I thought you had higher morals”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about Kurt” Y/n said, running her fingers through her hair.

“Okay let’s just calm down” Chris said “We’re not here to judge each other alright? So who cares about who’s messed with who”

“Yea” Y/n said, looking at Kurt “Right”

An awkward silence filled the room, and Y/n couldn’t stand it “I’m gonna go now” She said, getting up.

“Going to bed?” Chris asked her, looking up to her.

“Yea- gotta be up early tomorrow” She sighed “I’ll see you guys another time” She waved, closing the door as she stood in the hallway.

She decided to go to Laynes room, she walked to his room, which was around the corner from Kurt’s.

(Gonna try to explain this the best i could, Laynes room is right when you turn the corner, Y/n hears the noises coming from the other side of the hallway from Laynes room, I HOPE YK WHAT I MEAN OKAY)

But right when she knocked, she heard a bunch of giggling coming from the other end of the hallway, turning her head to see Slash with a woman wrapped around his arm, Duff with a woman wrapped around his arm, and that new drummer guy with a woman wrapped around his arm. They were all walking towards a room (Two room down from Laynes to be exact).

She quickly knocked again, looking over to see both Slash and Duff looking at her. Thankfully Layne finally answered the door, Y/n pushed passed him, slamming his door shut.

“Are you alright?” Layne asked

“When am i alright” Y/n said, going over to sit on his couch “Wanna get high?” She asked

“When don’t i wanna get high” Layne said, walking over and sitting with her.

“You need help” Y/n chuckled

“You first” He smiled “Thought you were with Kurt and Chris?” He asked her

“Kurt knows about Slash” Y/n mumbled as she watched Layne shoot himself up

Laynes eyebrows raised, quickly glancing at her before looking back down at what he was doing “Shit” he said “What’d he say?”

“He said he thought i had higher morals” Y/n said “And he started preaching about sell outs” She laughed.

“Fucken Kurt and sell outs” Layne laughed as he helped Y/n tie her arm, “Don’t listen to him alright? He’s the one with Courtney”

“Layne!” Y/n gasped, a smile on her face “That’s- that’s mean” She laughed, looking down at her arm as she shot up.

“Whatever” Layne laughed “You were thinking it”

Y/n smiled as she undid the cloth on her arm, looking at Layne, a smile still on her face “I fucken love you Layne” She said, wrapping her arm around him.

Layne laughed as he hugged her “I love you too” He said, his eyes narrowing as he heard her sniffling “Are you crying?” He asked, trying to look at her face.

Y/n pulled him back to her, her head on his shoulder as she sniffled “Yea” She chuckled “I just love you so much, you’re my best friend”

Layne smiled, moving her hair out of his face “You’re too sweet” He said “Y’know sometimes i think you and I should just get married” He joked,

Silence

“Y/n?” Layne said letting go of her, she fell back, but Layne caught her “Y/n” Layne repeated, shaking her.

Her eyes were closed, her head hanging back, she was unconscious.

“Y/n wake up” Layne said, tapping her face “Shit” He panicked “Comon Y/n” He said to himself, picking her up and placing her in the bathtub, Turning the cold water on, he splashed her face.

“Sorry i’m sorry” Layne spoke to her, thinking he could hear her, he slapped her, and nothing.

“Okay okay fuck!” Layne said, letting go of the shower head as he tried to feel a pulse. “Fuck”.

No pulse, he freaked out, hitting her a few more times and yet nothing. She was fucken dead.

“Okay- Just- just wait- just don’t die more than you already fucken are!” Layne yelled, running to the phone in his room, putting in their managers number.

“Hello?” A tired Susan spoke

“Susan! Susan call a fucken ambulance” Layne said, hyperventilating.

“What?” Susan asked “Layne what’s going on?”

“Call a fucken ambulance Susan!” Layne yelled through the phone “Y/n-” Layne said, taking in a deep breath before sobbing, “Y/ns fucken dying”

“What? Okay just- just wait okay i’ll call them” Susan said “Unlock your door” She hung up.

Layne quickly walked to his door, unlocking it and then going back to Y/n.

He took her out the bathtub, laying her on the floor “Okay fuck” He whispered, trying to remember how to give CPR.

His health teacher would be so disappointed in him right now.

“Stayin alive, Stayin alive” He sang to himself as he gave Y/n compressions, then mouth to mouth.

“Okay- I called them” Susan said, barging into his room, “Layne?” She called out

“Bathroom” He yelled, looking up at Susan as she walked into the room.

“Oh my god” She whispered to herself, seeing a pale, almost blue lipped Y/n on the floor.

“Okay move” She told Layne, taking over on giving Y/n CPR.

Layne watched Y/n, crying to himself as he prayed that she would come back.

*

Duff, Slash and Matt were definitely having a party in their room, completely oblivious to what was going on two rooms down.

That was until they heard a bunch of commotion outside. At first they could ignore it, probably thinking that someone had gotten into a fight.

But then they heard a bunch of what happened, and crying. Then they decided to go check out what was happening themselves.

Duff peaked his head out the door, seeing Y/n being bought out of a room in a stretcher.

“Fuck is happening?” Slash asked as he stood behind him.

“Y/n” Duff said, the color in his face draining as he sped out of his room, walking over to see some paramedic talking to Susan and Layne.

“What’s going on” Duff said, panic in his voice.

They ignored him, continuing to speak with the paramedic “Look just let one of us go with you guys” Susan said

“I’m sorry, family only” The man said.

“I’m- Im her brother” Duff said, that’s when Susan and Layne turned back to look at him.

“No” Layne said

Duff looked at him “What?”

“You don’t get to fucken see her” Layne said, tears running down his face

“That’s my sister” Duff said, his eyes narrowing

“Look- i’m leaving now” The paramedic said, “We’re taking her to central hospital if you guys wanna see her” And with that, he turned around and left.

“Tell me what happened!” Duff yelled at Layne, Slash standing besides him.

“Layne, what happened?” Slash asked, his voice much calmer than Duff, but on the inside he was shitting himself.

“I’m not fucken telling you” Layne said “And neither of you are gonna go see her” He sucked in a breath “If she’s even fucken alive” he said, going back into his room and slamming the door shut.

“What?” Slash said, looking at Susan “What does he mean by that?”

“We shouldn’t worry un-” Susan shakily said.

“No!” Duff yelled “No! What the fuck does he mean by that!” He said, tears filling his eyes.

“Y/n- she” Susan said, wiping a tear from her eye “She died”

Duff felt like all the air from his lungs had been taken, “She what?”

“But- but they’re doing everything they can to bring her back” She said “I- I have to go” She said, going into Laynes room and bringing him out, both of them leaving the building. Leaving Duff and Slash standing there.

Dead, Slash thought, dead, It was all that kept ringing in his head.

“She- she can’t be dead Slash” Duff said, looking at him. “Slash” Duff repeated.

Slash turned his body to the side as he threw up. Wiping his mouth as he looked at Duff “We don’t know if she’s dead” He said, trying to comfort him.

“But what if she is?”

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oh m god

Tagged: @hoodiesandicedcoffee @eddiiiieeee @killazilla777 @kirksfunkopop @deeznutsworld

[myfanstories]

My sweet, sweet Snow

~ Jake Seresin (hangman) x fem!reader (Snow White)

Summary: Snow White has always spend her birthday alone, no one could convince her to let go of the pathetic tradition, not even her best friends... but she's willing to give up her tradition to spend time with her not so boyfriend, but also boyfriend Hangman. Except he doesnt make a move to plan something for her birthday... or so she thinks. Because while Snow is sulking on her birthday all day, Hangman is trying his hardest to give her the birthday surprise she will hopefully always remember.

A/N: I've recently become obsessed with Top Gun and I couldnt get this off my mind!! Its based of one of my favorite new girl scenes :) Also English isnt my first language so I apologise for any mistakes. And also this is just pure fluff it made me sick... I might open my requests for a while but just for topgun but idk, kinda scared so feel free to give me some feedback!!

“Got anything planned for your birthday tomorrow, Snow?” looking up at Mickey, you sighed lightly, shaking your head no and giving him a sheepish smile “No, I’m not really a birthday party kinda person so I think I’ll just do what I always do. But thanks for remembering that its my birthday tomor-” a deep groan sounded from beside you and as you look up looked at Rooster he rolled his eyes at you, hard. As you played with the rim of your drink, a soft laugh escaped your lips “What?” Rooster looked at Mickey and sighed “Ever since I’ve known our precious Snow White over here, she does the same freaking thing for her birthday. I’ve known you for what, like 4 years now?” “5” You corrected as he pointed a finger at you “5 years now and we’ve never celebrated your birthday together… you always do the same thing” leaning back in your chair Mickey looked at you with a confused but curious look on his face “Which is?” and just as you were about to reveal your annual birthy tradition, a deep and confident voice spoke from beside you “Going to the movies, eating nacho’s covered in spicy salsa, salty popcorn and a large diet coke on the side” looking up, Hangman winked at you “Snow White please, just for once.. let us plan something for you” Rooster begged “Well I think its kinda cute” Mickey shot back and you lightly slapped your hands on the table they were sitting at “Thank you Fanboy” a soft wince escaped fanboy’s lips “But its also very pathetic” a soft blow landed on Fanboy’s shoulder as he jumped back slightly with a laugh, just avoiding the second round of slaps as you raised your hand again “I just like my little tradition okay? Growing up I always got my hopes high for my birthday but when my parents failed to provide each year I made an agreement with myself to let my birthday be a little self pity party” you explained “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need a refill”

As the young aviator stood up and walked over to the bar Rooster turned to Hangman with a slight smile on his face “She doesnt have a single clue about the surprise party tomorrow its gonna be great man” Hangman let his gaze fall on the girl at the bar, just as you turned back to him shooting him a wink, waiting for your drink “You think she’ll like it?” Ever since that one faithful and drunken night a couple weeks ago (where a ridiculous amount of tequila had been involved which led to a very sloppy, drunken but very real kiss) you and Hangman were attached to the hip. There was no denying the two of you were ever anything less then hopelessly in love with each other and it turns out tequila was all the liquid courage both of you needed “I’m not gonna lie, I think she might pass out” Phoenix added as she joined the small group, Mickey cleared his throat as a sign you were walking back from the bar and Rooster quickly picked up a conversation with Phoenix and Fanboy as Hangman put his arm out for the girl to walk into, you gladly accepted his offer with a smile and leaned into his side. Since that first kiss you both obviously knew you liked each other… a lot. But you cant escape the elephant in the room, one Hangman was slowly starting to pick up on “You good?” He questioned and you nodded, removing a few misplaced hairs from his forehead “Perfect” Hangman leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the side of your head as a tiny blush formed on your cheeks “Gross, Hangman as your boyfriend is the biggest ick I’ve ever seen” Rooster commented and you rolled your eyes jokingly “He’s not my boyfriend” you spoke, turning to Hangman who had a confused but amused look on his face “they just dont get it” “Why would they?” Hangman agreed with a soft laugh “You sleep at mine tonight, right baby?” You asked, earning a laugh from the group “Ofcourse baby” Rooster made a gagging noise as Hangman pulled you closer to him. Smiling at him your heart couldnt help but ache a little. He may act like your boyfriend, treat you like his girlfriend but every day you’re confronted with the fact that you’ve never had the “what are we” talk. Sure, the person currently in space could see how in love the man was with you but still… a little reassurance from time to time would be nice.. it also didnt help the fact he hasnt once asked you if you would maybe consider spending your birthday with him instead of going to the movies alone.

After a few more hours of laughs and a couple more drinks you and Hangman decided to call it a night and head back to your place.

Turning off the light in the bathroom you made your way over to the bed. Crawling next to Jake who was on his side, with his back turned to you scrolling on his phone. A loud squeel you never expected to come out of Jake’s mouth escaped his lips as you placed your hands against his bare waist. Pausing for a second, you blinked a couple of times before a loud laugh sounded from your mouth “what was that?!” “Your hands woman! They’re so cold” you continued laughing as you curled yourself up next to him “Oh yeah? Wait till you feel my feet” and just as he was about to protest your feet made contact against his back and he quickly turned around, pushing you away slightly as another squeel escaped him. Your laugh’s were cut off by a gasp from Hangman as he looked over at the nightstand next to you “What?” You questioned, looking over to see the time on the tiny clock places on a stack of books next to you. You read the time and a small smile made its way to your face, 00:02. As your face was being pampered with kisses you couldnt help but giggle as Hangmans hand was wrapped slightly around your throat to keep your head in place. He paused for a second, hand still in the same position and looked you at you with sparkling eyes “Happy birthday my sweet sweet Snow” you smiled wide “Thank you my sweet sweet Hangman” leaning in he placed a very soft kiss on your lips, one you could only describe as one full of love but the loving kiss quickly turned into a more deeper, passionate one. You could feel the grip Jake had on your neck get a little thighter and you couldn’t help yourself as a soft moan escaped your lips. And lets just say, after that… you might have had the best start of a birthday in a very very long time.

Morning came way quicker than you had anticipated when a slight shift in the bed made you open your eyes. They quickly closed again, not having the strenght to get up yet but then sound of your phone dragged you out of your sleepy state. Grabbing your phone, you tapped on the screen revealing the time, 9:23. You groaned softly and rolled over to the side, expecting Jake to be snoring next to you softly but you were met with an empty left side. Tapping your phone again you could see you already had 6 messages in your Dagger Squad group chat, one from Penny, a missed call from your mom and a message from your brother. Just as you were about to open the text chat of you and Jake his name popped up on top of your screen. You sighed as you read the message.

Jake<3: got called into base last minute… see you after work???

You: Oh?? Something I can help with?

Jake<3: No, I’m with Javy and Mav!! What time does your movie start again?

You: starts at 5

Jake<3: okay my sweet girl!!! Enjoy the movie and I’ll drop by after okay? Happy bday ❤️❤️❤️

Opening the squad’s groupchat you smiled at all the kind and somewhat inappropriate birthday messages from some people.

And to think this time for the last couple of years you were bawling your eyes out first thing in the morning… you couldn’t actually remember the last time you felt somewhat happy on your birthday but this group, this family, they were something else. Something worth smiling on your birthday for. The only thing bothering you right now was the fact that Jake wasnt here. You obviously didnt expect him to stay with you all day, but you also kind of expected him to have something planned for your birthday. But then again, this was a good reminder to yourself that your birthday was still the most lonely day of the year for you and it honestly didnt feel like it was gonna change soon. On the other hand, you were glad Jake was respecting the wishes he thought you had, which was to be alone, and then meet up later. But little did you know Jake was currently freaking out because someone decided to fuck up the birthday cake.

“You had one job Rooster… one job” Payback hissed as he looked over his shoulder seeing Jake walk over to them “I’m sorry okay?! I must have send the bakery the wrong picture” Jake frowned at the sight in front of him as Payback and Rooster obviously had a frustrating and hushed conversation going on “Everything okay here?” Payback pinched the bridge of his nose and Rooster swallowed hard “I’m sorry” he whispered, opening the box of the cake to reveal it to the aviator in front of him who’s smile dropped in an instant at the sight in front of him “Rooster” Bradley hummed in response, suddenly afraid to speak up “Walk away please” Hangmans tone was calm, way too calm “Look we can-“ “Walk away please I’m so serious or I’m gonna hurt you” Rooster lowered his head in defeat, earning a pat from Payback on his back as he left the two men standing there “Payback… what are our bare asses doing on Snow's birthday cake” he could recognize the picture from a mile away because he too was butt ass naked in the picture, in fact if it wasnt a birthday cake for the love of his life he would have thought this was freaking hilarious and would be on the floor, howling “We’ll just cover the butts with some frosting its fine” Payback quickly responded “Ayo! Decorations are ready, Phoenix has the hard drive and Bob is-“ Javy’s voice suddenly went quiet as he looked at the cake on the table “If you laugh, I will sucker punch you” Jake warned and Javy slapped his hand on his mouth to keep himself from laughing and cleared his throat “Thats so fucked up man” his voice cracking at the end of his sentence as Jake slowly turned his head to his Wingman “Fix. It” he growled before turning his back on the two men and walking away. Grabbing his phone out of his backpocket he noticed a few texts from the birthday girl but as he was about to answer he passed Rooster “Chill out man its gonna b- oomph” a loud groan escaped Rooster’s lips as Jake punched him square in the sack. Falling on his knees he winced slightly, speaking up with a squeeky voice “I deserved that”

Time passed slowly today as you finally made your way to the downtown theatre, a sigh softly escaped your lips as the girl on the other side of the phone made her last attempt to get you to come out with her “We’ll celebrate it another time, its fine!” You spoke into the phone, just as you paused in front of the steps of the cinema “And honestly.. I think this is gonna sound ridiculous but.. I kind of had my hopes up that I would be spending the day with Jake you know. But then again, he’s not my boyfriend so I dont know why I got my hopes up in the first place” “Okay first of all, its not ridiculous. I too would expect my BOYFRIEND to plan something for me, so I would be frustrated as well” Phoenix put extra emphasis on the word boyfriend, making you smile “Second of all, he is your freaking boyfriend! I jokingly overheard him calling you his wife to some of the student aviators the other day but honestly I don’t really think he was joking that much. But if its that important to you that you officially put labels on it, why dont you just ask him?” “I dont know Nix.. anyway, I’m at the movies right now. I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” As they bid their goodbye’s to each other, you made your way to the front of the cinema. Paying for your ticket, grabbing your snacks of choice you found a good seat not to close and not too far away from the big screen. You were kinda surprised the theatre would be this busy at 5 in the afternoon, but didnt put any further thought into it.

Looking at your phone one more time you noticed Jake didnt answer any of your text messages you send to him throughout the day, which kinda made your heart sink for a second. Turning it on silent, you sighed and popped a nacho in your mouth as the lights slightly dimmed and the screen lit up. A familiar voice suddenly boomed through the speakers and you almost spit out your drink as the face of the one and only Jake Seresin popped up on the screen “What?” You quietly mumbled, confusion taking over

“Hey Y/N, its Jake… you obviously know that but uh, I know this is what you do every year on your birthday by yourself but I just thought this year you might want a little company”

“You mind if I sit down?” Tearing your eyes away from the screen you looked up to see Jake standing next to you “Oh my god” you just whispered and he sat down, a smile on his face as he put his arm around you pulling you a bit closer. You interwined your right hand with the one he placed over your right shoulder and he gave it a light squeeze “Look under the seat and read the paper, I’ll wait” Movie-Jake called and you moved your snacks to the empty chair next to you and felt under the seat, reaching for a piece of paper “How did you know I was gonna sit here?” You whispered “We put one under every seat but you gotta go fast because of the timing” he whispered fast and you scanned the piece of paper in your hands “My name is Snow and I’m never afraid to deliver you a blow. I’m the best at dogfight and I cant see so lets turn on the light” suddenly the lights of the theathre went on and you were met with several people jumping up from their chair. A gasp escaped your lips as you scanned the room, tears slowly forming its way into your eyes. The dagger squad was here, throwing confetti at you while cheering. You also noticed Mav and Penny holding some balloons and even Hondo was here with a birthday hat on. You laughed at the sight of them and Jake stood up sushing them “Quiet! Quiet, timing guys” you locked eyes with Phoenix as they all sat back down again, the theatre lights dimming again and she winked at you.

Across the screen came with big letters “Happy birthday Snow” with snowflakes falling in the background on the screen, Roosters dramatic voice boomed through the speakers “In the beginning there was nothing and then there was light and dark and birds and oceans and stuff and then there was Y/N” fireworks popped up on the screen and you looked over at Rooster who was smiling proudly at the screen. Then suddenly Phoenix popped up

“What do I think when I think of Y/N?” It popped over to Bob “What do I think when I think of Y/N” then Mav “What do I think when I think of Y/N” and then Phoenix again “I think of warmth, dance parties, friendship, tequila and love, so much love. She’s my best friend and I thank my lucky stars everyday she walked into my life” silent tears were streaming down your face as you looked up at the screen in admiration. Coyote was next “Honestly, I just think of love. I remember hearing her call sign before I met her and I thought it meant she was cold as ice but turns out, she’s just a real life princess” “When I think of Y/N I think of uh- her eyes cuz she has glasses sometimes and uh she has the hair thing you know… I feel like I’m doing this wrong?” you laughed at Bob, whiping away some fallen tears “Snow does not like being tackled” Fanboy said earning a laugh from the theatre full of friends “When I think of her I just feel love, she never fails to make me smile and has been there for me every step of the way. Sometimes I dont think we deserve her. She takes care of us, will literally physically fight anyone for us and will never let me or the rest of the squad down. On the ground and in the air as my wingwoman. In a very platonic way, she’s the love of my life” Rooster said and now you were just full on sobbing as the rest of the messages played on the screen, but the best one was yet to come. Meanwhile Jake was looking over at you, his nerves were building up as he knew his message would pop up next. “Y/N, when I think of you I think of all the ways you have made all of us a better person. But especially me. The first time I knew I was a goner was when you threw your helmet at me when I left you hanging in the air on one of our first practice runs together. As you were screaming at me saying how I was selfish for putting the rest of the squad in danger I could only think of one thing and that was the fact I felt my heart stop for a moment and then my brain told my body, so this is what love feels like. I was also thinking about how hot you looked screaming at me but thats beside the point” soft laughs were heard from the audience as you shook your head “Y/N, my sweet sweet Snow, my love… you are the very not platonic love of my life and I pinch myself everyday because I still cannot believe I’m so lucky to call myself your boyfriend. Happy birthday” the lights went back on as the door to the theatre opened, Rooster walking in with a cake in his extended arms as the theatre began to stand up and sing for you. Jake stood up with a smile and turned to you but noticed you didnt move. Just staring at your hands as silent sobs escaped your body. Worried, he sat back down next to you and moved your hair out of the way with his one hand while grabbing your legs with the other “Hey? Everything okay?” He whispered, the people around you still wildly singing happy birthday. With teary eyes you looked up at him “You called yourself my boyfriend” you said between sobs and he chuckled lightly “I am your boyfriend” he stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You threw your hands around his neck and pulled him into a very tight hug, still sniffing tears “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you” as you pulled back, you grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard. You could feel him smile into the kiss and as you let go he grabbed your hand and helped you stand up as Rooster made its way over to you with the birthday cake. You blew out the candles and while looking around the room, your heart was bursting with love as you scanned the people present. You truly had the best family in the entire world and no one could convince you otherwise

“Rooster, why is your bare ass staring at me on my birthday cake?”

[quackisinnit]

Men in Black au! with Dream, George, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, c!Technoblade, and Wilbur

Notes: this is for 900 clebration:)) THIS IS SO LONG DKSHS. also i wrote this cause i watched men in black:international the other day

Genre: fluff, romantic, they/them

Warnings: mentions of guns, bombs

Dream

when you first started working with him, he was very friendly and would teach you anything you needed to know

like where the guns are, etc

but from time to time he would be unintentionally flirty

or just make flirtatious comments (sometimes intentional)

"you look good in a suit y/n😌"

"i always wear a suit but thank you"

everytime you hugged or shaked hands after a succesful mission, his touch would always linger

like he would hug you for much longer than anticipated

it would make you flustered but you just brushed it off

soon dream made flirty comments all the time

like all the time

you both layed down on the ground and took deep breaths, that alien was terrifying. "you know, you looked good whole fighting that thing earlier."

"what?"

"nothing."

this kept on going until you (sorta) catched on to what he was doing

"clay, do you like me?" you said out of the blue. "what? no- our relationship is strictly professional and platonic."

yeah you didn't believe him

and he didn't himself

but then again, he said it himself,

he doesn't like you, right?

okay maybe a little bit

he finally confessed when he thought it the was the end for both of you

the alien threw you against the wall, roaring loudly. it ringed through your ears, causing you to yelp. the alien grabbes clay with its other hand and raised him above its mouth.

"y/n since this is the end," clay yelled, "i want you to know that i like you! a lot!"

you looked at him shocked, you opened your mouth to say something but the creature's scream of pain cut you off. your other colleagues had come to save the both of you.

you both watched as they brought the alien back to where it came from.

"so, you like me?"

"uh, yeah. i really, really do."

"good, cause i feel the same." you smile and kiss clay's cheek.

George

he would act very prim and proper

and he'd want you to act the same

he would do little things like fixing your tie, fixing your hair, etc

but on missions he would be very rowdy and make bad decisions from time to time but still calm

"y/n, let's drink with them!"

"but what if the-"

"i heard a yes, let's go."

but then the bad guys showed up

"i told you they'd come!" you said with a slightly panicky voice.

"don't worry, the alien is safe and we just need to get out of here. let me think of a plan."

and boom with george's calmness and smartness you survived😎

but you both got a warning cause you drank on the job-

anyways,

he started acting strange after a few months of working with you

for example, everytime you passed him a weapon his hand would rouch yours

and he would just blush and continue what he was doing

you wouldn't really notice tho since he was subtle with it

george finally confessed after a mission

"get yourselves cleaned up at the headquarters."

"yes ma'am." you both said synchronously. once you were both back at the headquarters, george tapped your shoulder. "uh- so i really like you, can we go on a date?"

you just looked at him, not saying a word. george started to feel more nervous, thinking he did something wrong. "it's fine if you don't want to, i understa-"

"no no no no george, i wanna go on a date with you." george just smiles and grabs your hand, caressing it.

Sapnap

as soon as you became partners, you both got really close a your personalities just matched

anyways, every mission crazy and very chaotic

sapnap cracks jokes all the time

"oh my god, is this alien pussy??"

"sapnap... I THINK SO!!"

its so fun working with him

at the start of your relationship, he made flirty comments here and there

but the longer you both knew eachother, he made flirty comments all the time, like dream

"sooooooo has anyone told you how hot you were earlier?"

"i mean- no? we literally almost got eaten alive"

"well since no one's said it, you looked pretty hot earlier"

for some reason he likes saying those comments everytime your both about to die

or when the situation is just bad

"hey you look pretty attractive right now..."

"SAPNAP SHUT UP AND GIVE ME THE GUN, WE'RE GONNA DIE??!??!?!"

"WHY ARE YOU SAYING THIS NOW SAPNAP"

but when he confessed it was during a normal time

you were both talking about a mission you had to do in a few days

and sapnap just blurted it out

"okay so we have to be in paris next week. i think we should ask-"

"i like you y/n. a lot, with my whole heart" you smiled, "i like you too." sapnap smiled and and leaned in, "can i kiss you?" you just nod and bring him closer to your chest.

Karl

people called you and karl childish and immature during work

but in reality he just made lots of jokes and you both laughed easily💀💀

missions with karl are very fun

fun but at the same time serious

like he thinks very quickly

so if your ever in danger, karl will be there to help

but after you both make jokes directed at each other

"you were the one that dropped the bomb"

"you would've died if i didn't save you🙄"

but its all light hearted and you care for each other

anyways he started to act more serious and calm around you

sometimes nervous

like after every mission you hug

and everytime you both do it you could just feel karl's heart beating so fast

"karl are you alright? you're heart is beating really fast"

"oh uh- yeah. just shocked from the mission and all"

he would also ask you if you're hurt/okay way more

"oh god y/n, are you alright?"

"yeah it's just a scratch"

"okay, if you're hurt just tell me"

he confessed while you were both undercover during a mission

you both sat in the cafe, eyeing the alien that disguised itself as a human. "psst, y/n."

"what is it?" you say, not taking your eyes off the creature. "i like you." karl says quietly. as if he was a kid whispering a secret. for the first time, you take your eyes off the alien.

you look at him, mouth agape. you smirk and chuckle, "so do i." karl smiles and starts giggling, you reciprocate this. "now let's go back to- WAIT WHERE ARE THEY?"

Quackity

chaotic but at the same time quiet duo

during missions its crazy and some times gets out of hand

but at the headquarters/office, you're both very proper and organized

its just so that you both get assigned into more missions together tbh KSHSJ

missions with him is just

*chefs kiss*

one time you were both fighting the alien and somehow he convinced them for a break?????

"HEY WAIT WAIT. i have to piss, let's take a break"

alien: "piss? break?"

"i have to pee."

and the alien just agreed!?!??????!?!

SO YOU JUST STOOD THERE, WAITING FOR HIM TO COME BACK

AND THE ALIEN JUST SAT ON THE GROUND

fortunately, he came back quickly

"okay, i'm back, let's do this😎"

in the end you both won

cause he's alex quackity, what do you expect?

soon he started to act very nervous at random occasions

like you were both just talking about a recent mission you both just done

and you complimented him on defeating the alien

"that was so cool alex!!"

and he just stands there like 🧍‍♂️ "thank you y/n"

HE'S JUST SO FLUSTERED KSJSK

and it's not like your first time complimenting him

he just started acting like this out of nowhere

he confessed while you were doing a mission

you were in the passenger's seat, holding onto dear life. "alex, slow down!" he just glances at you in disbelief. "slow down? we're gonna die if i do slow down!"

after a few turns, you reached a long road with a fiver at the end. alex looked aroud to find another road for you to go on to avoid drowning. unfortunately, there was none.

the buttons that cotrolled the car currently weren't working. so you kept on pushing them. "y/n, before we die, i wanna say something!"

"we're not gonna di- oh nevermind, what is it?" you yelled. "i like you!"

all you could do was to push the buttons more aggresively, hoping to get out alive. to your surprise, the car started to float of the ground.

once you had both reached the sky, you both started clapping and cheering. "lets go!"

"we did it y/n holy shit"

"so... you like me?"

"what? no, i didn't say that. what do you me-"

"its fine alex. i like you too"

Technoblade

he would be quiet and professional

also a little intimidating

like on your first mission he did almost all the work

and in a way you were kinda his assistant

at first you thought this was how missions worked

1 leader and 1 follower/assistant

but then you talked to your colleagues about your missions with him and they told you it was meant to be 2 partners, not leader and assistant

so you confronted techno about this

which left him a little surprised

cause he was the one supposed to confront people, not the other way around

this made him intrigued about you

so techno spent more time with you to learn more about you

which caused the both of you to get closer

when people saw this, they were really confused

cause he was so soft, caring, and nice around but around them he was cold and intimidating

but then techno started to act very flustered and nervous around you

he tried to hide it, but failed

like you would just be talking to him and he would just randomly act flustered

"okay so since he's in [street name], we should turn left to catch up." you said while holding onto the steering wheel. "uh huh..." techno just looked at you, not saying a word.

"techno? are you listening?"

"oh- uhm. yeah, sorry." he said as he opened the sunroof and got out his gun.

this kept happening so you decided to confront him about it

(the same way you first confronted him)

"techno, are you alright? everytime we're in a mission or just talking you seem really out of it"

"i'm fine, just tired."

which isnt true?? his whole brand was like staying up and still having enough energy for a mission

so you were suspicious but didnt think much of it

he confessed while you were at a diner talking about an upcoming mission

you drank some water and cleared your throat. "do you think we need a disguise?"

"uhm, i think we need to..."

"need to?" you waited for his answer. "i like you." he blurted out, looking down at the ground tp avoideye contact. all you could was smile, "i like you too techno, a lot."

technoblade looked back up to you slowly with a small smile but with a shocked expression. you cup his cheek from across the table and caress it, smiling.

Wilbur

he would be a combination of george and dream

prim, proper, and friendly

missions with him would be fun but still professional

he'd crack jokes all the time but at the same time he can finish the mission

idk why but for some reason he loves timing himself during missions

"aye y/n, we got 3 days and 7 hours! not as good as last time but still alright"

"wilbur why do you even keep track-"

anyways

all of a sudden, he started to be more messy during missions out of nowhere

like instead of having everything in control, everything would be out of place

one time you both almost let the alien escape

"wil are you alright? you've been a little off lately." he rubbed the back of his neck, "yeah, i'm fine, completely fine."

you were worried so from time to time you would ask him if he was alright

and he would always answer with the same thing

"i'm fine, y/n. don't worry about me"

or something along those lines

he confessed during an argument

"wil we could've died! we and many people could've died." wilbur paced around the room, rubbing his neck and running his hand through his hair from time to time.

"i know, i know."

"if you know then why did you do that?" you said, raising your voice. "because-"

"beacuse what wilbur? you're feeling a little tired but you're fine? wil please tell me what's goin-" you were yelling and your eyes started to become moist. "because i like you, y/n. so so much."

he cupped your face with both of his hands as his eyes began to moist as well. "i-i like you too wilbur." was all you managed to choke out. "but please be more careful. you promise?" wilbur placed his forehead on yours, "i promise."

[shhh-no-ones-home]

liar, liar (1/2) bucky barnes x reader

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part 1 part 2

(ft sam wilson)

backstory - she can see the future (or versions of it) through dreams and visions; she can see someone's past and memories by touching them; and she can stop peoples actions with her mind. sam introduced her to bucky without knowing about her powers and they started dating. (OC superhero name: Arcana)

song: bruised and bloodied by seether

ps this song slaps and so does the album and god i just really love seether. okay im done now lol

tag list: @cynic-spirit

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when i woke up i sighed, feeling the bed next to me empty again. this was the third time this week that Bucky had woken up way before me and left before i even got to tell him good morning. it was starting to put a damper on my mood but i wasn't about to let him know that.

i shook my head, digging it deep into my pillow before sitting up and rubbing my face. when i opened my eyes back up they grew wider. Bucky was standing in the doorway with a half smile on his face and two mugs in his hands.

"hey."

he said quietly, not making a move yet.

"hey."

i said back, a little more chipper than i was expecting. i think the same went for him.

"coffee?"

i nodded, smiling back at him

"just the way you like it."

he said as he sat on the side of the bed in front of me.

"whats the special occasion?"

i asked before taking a sip, looking up at him over the top of the mug. he just shook his head.

"no special occasion."

i sent him a look as i lowered the mug.

"youre a terrible liar, you know that?"

he laughed a little bit.

"youd think id be better at it by now but i guess thats why they always kept my mouth shut."

i sent him a look.

"so?"

he huffed a breath deep out his nose.

"sam called."

i shook my head.

"no."

"come on y/n."

"buck you hate fighting-"

"and what would i do if he got hurt?!"

i sighed, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose.

"damn you for being so caring."

i said sternly and he cracked a half smile.

"damn you for sticking around."

he quipped back and i laughed.

"when does he need us?"

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i looked over his face as he stared at the floor. his jaw tightened and i could tell he didn't want to do this. he had done enough already.

"hey,"

i said softly, touching his face and turning him to look at me. he looked sad. or maybe it was disappointment.

"you know you don't have to do this right?"

i asked and his face changed again. maybe it was regret. he tried to avoid my gaze again but i side stepped him.

"hey, look at me. you dont have to do this. youre getting better, you are a good man."

i reassured. he nodded slowly, glancing over my face.

"i should've listened to you this morning."

i snorted.

"ive been telling you for a while that you should listen to me more but some how we always end up here."

i joked and he sent me a look.

"you two ready?"

Sam asked as he came up behind us and Bucky nodded. i frowned but nodded too anyways.

"they're coming in on the southside, so be ready."

he said, looking between us. then there was a clattering above us, making the three of us look up. in came a few men, descending from the ceiling in full tactile gear.

"god damnit john."

i said annoyed, turning to see him coming through the door looking all high and mighty.

"i heard you could use some back up."

he said and i rolled my eyes. i could tell buck and sam were just as surprised and annoyed.

"why is it that we can never do anything without you showing up?"

i asked and a smug look crossed his face.

"we do this bigger and better than you. and you arent exactly discreet. metal arm, jet pack, spandex; kinda stands out in a crowd."

"dont forget i can see your future john."

i seethed and he laughed.

"right, Arcana, i almost forgot."

Bucky touched my hip lightly.

"easy. we've still got time."

i looked to him and bit my tongue.

"we dont need your help."

i assured but he just ignored me. then a loud bang sounded from the south side.

"shit."

i mumbled under my breath, taking off in that direction after sam and bucky.

"hey hey hey."

bucky said, pushing me behind him. i frowned and a vision hit me.

"get down!"

i yelled, grabbing him and sam to pull them back as another bomb went off. the three of us fell to the ground, looking up as johns team made their way outside.

"your killing your team john!"

i yelled as he passed us too. another loud sound went off but this time it was something different. i closed my eyes as bullets rang through the air. i could see all of it flashing through my mind. then i reached out and grabbed buckys arm. i had seen him run after them and get shot and there was no way i was letting that happen.

"y/n, theyre gonna die, we have to do something."

then i looked at him.

"you stay here."

i demanded, standing and walking outside. there were many soldiers on the ground already, the few that were left were pointing guns at the so-called attackers, john was holding a gun to the leader. i had seen this, neither of them was a winner. i closed my eyes again and breathed deeply, holding all of them still. a second thought and their guns were to the ground, fists at their sides. when i opened my eyes they were all looking around confused. then i heard a gunshot, looking around just as confused.

"y/n!"

i heard from behind me, buckys arms hitting my back as i slouched into him, watching john shoot the leader between the eyes.

"hey, listen, stay with me."

bucky bargained, sam running up and standing over him as helped me slowly to the ground.

"didnt see that one coming."

i groaned as he pressed his flesh hand into the hole in my side.

"youre gonna be okay, okay? just stay with me."

i nodded.

"im sorry. i thought i could help them."

i said a little breathy, tears visibly appearing behind his eyes as he picked me up. i hissed at the sudden movement.

"you did help them."

i held my side, trying to breathe deeply.

"get her out of here."

sam said. i could feel bucky beginning to run as i closed my eyes, feeling the rain hit my face as the thunder rolled.

"please dont leave me."

he whispered.

"im not going anywhere."

i managed, rolling my head against his chest. the next thing i knew i was being placed on a bed and there were doctors surrounding me.

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when i woke up again there was a beeping running through my ears. i felt completely out of my mind as i blinked slowly. it was like visions were coming to me in fast moving pictures unlike anything ive ever experienced.

"bucky."

i whined, scared, as i rolled my head back and forth.

"im here."

he said through a sniffle, taking my hand in his. i squeezed my eyes shut tightly as i saw our first date play out behind my eyes. it made me smile, seeing him fumble through his words as sam laughed at him. i blinked again before looking over at him. he looked like he had been crying for a while and i couldnt help feeling guilty for making him feel that way.

"dont look at me like that."

he said.

"like what?"

i asked innocently as he wiped his face.

"like you pity me."

i squeezed his hand.

"i have never in my life pitied you James Buchanan Barnes, and i dont intend on starting any time soon."

i wheezed out, coughing at the end. he let out a shaky breath.

"then why does it feel like it."

he managed and i ran my thumb over his hand.

"im sorry."

i said and he looked at me confused.

"for what?"

i cleared my throat.

"for hurting you."

he shook his head quickly.

"this isnt your fault. you couldnt have known john was going to shoot you. if anything this is on him."

"ill be sure to bill him."

i said through a laugh before groaning and placing my hand over the wound. then there was  a knock at the door. it was sam.

"how are we doing in here?"

he asked lightly and i smiled at him, reaching out to him with the hand bucky wasnt holding.

"im all aces."

i said as he leaned down and hugged me as best as he could.

"im glad to see youre okay."

i nodded slowly.

"did you finish the mission?"

he hung his head low.

"the majority of the group got away. but we'll get em next time."

i sighed.

"dont do anything stupid without me."

i said with a wink and he laughed.

"its a little late for that id say."

he nodded towards me and i sent him a look.

"oh believe me, he shows up again ill give him something he wont forget."

"is that a promise?"

bucky piped up and i laughed, groaning after.

"you bet your ass it is."

[kelslikedevil]

"Why won't you realize I don't think you're some fucking monster!?"

MGK!NEWT ONESHOT/IMAGINE.

Requested By: @kellysimagines

Well i had one in mind where newt and the reader are together and when it happened when half of his face is damaged he thinks she doesnt love him anymore which she does. And he breaks up not because he wants too but for her. And after a few days when she is alone 2 guys come to their house and newt isnt there because they still havent made up and when he comes back he sees the 2 men with the readef and he fights wjth them and later they make up? ^^

CONTAINS: fluff, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions/portrayal of slight gun violence, and drugs

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"I don't want you anymore."

That was the last thing newt said to you in the last three days. You didn't think he'd ment it. he was struggling after the stupid fucking pill incident. But it's been three days since that dreadful statement. The longest you've ever been apart was no more than two. You miss him more than anything. It hurt to have him say he doesn't love you and just leave you after everything you'd been through the last two years. He knew of your abandonment issues, being left in the dirt time after time with words that stung. You never thought he'd do it to you, but it didn't hurt as much as it would. You knew he didn't mean it. His insecurities and pain and anxiety were grabbing a hold of of him faster than he could push them off. You knew that, and you knew he'd come back home.

That's why your heart skipped as beat when there were foot steps approaching the apartment door. Newt, You thought, its Newt.

However the skipping became a dreadful drop when it wasn't. The knock was aggressive, hard. Newts knocks were soft and had a specific pattern when he'd come home.

You hugged your legs on the couch hoping they'd leave.

"Y/N! Open the door goddamnit! Y/N!" It was Newt and he was shouting anxiously shaking the door again, "You in there!?"

The surprise that hit you washed away as you jumped up running to the door. You unlocked and undid the chain without a second thought. The tears that pricked at your eyes flowed over with his figure standing there in the dark. The hood covered his face as his head hung down, he wanted to cover himself and hide from you. You wish he'd understand that what happened to him, the burning, didn't make you repulsed by him.

"Newt," his name escaped from your lips throwing your arms around his waist, hugging and squeezing the life out of him. You felt his tense stature melt into yours as he relished the feeling of you in his arms for a moment.

You felt it wasn't long enough as he pulled away, "Y/N, listen I'm so fucking so-" you cut him off pulling him down to kiss him, he froze hesitating before letting it happen and giving into you. He pulled away holding your face with his rough but unburnt hand. His eyes were still closed taking a deep breath, "We don't have a lot of time you need to hide," he told you, your brows furrowed in confusion as his touch left you as quickly as it came.

Newt shut the door, setting the chain as you began to question him, "Newt what the hell are you talking about?" You asked, heart rushing as he frantically ran around the apartment gathering his shit.

"Fuck why's it so cold in here Y/N?" He asked loading his gun as he zipped up the jacket he wore.

"Its like 80 degrees-" You started, cutting yourself off, "Newt what the fuck!" You grabbed him, steadying him by his arms in front of you. "Stop it!"

He let out a heavy breath, "You needa get out if here, there's some guys coming, I owed them and- and I forgot, okay?" He said quickly.

He never forgets anything when it comes to dealing, but he hasn't been the same. "Newt what-" you were cut off by much more aggressive banging on the door, goose bumps covering your arms.

"Fuck, Hide, Fucking hide!" He told you, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you behind the couch. You pulled away from him, mild terror consuming you, as he held your face. "I love you okay?" He whispered, looking down at the love of his life. He found it unbelievable you even wanted to touch him in the state he was in.

"I love you too," You told him as he pulled away, motioning for you to hide as there was another loud banging and a kick on the door. You grabbed the pistol behind the pillow another kick to the door. You ducked down as another kick hit and it flung open.

For a moment you were completely freaked out overwhelmed at the sound of the shouting. You could barely make out Newt being shot at but missed. However he dropped his gun, the sound of the clattering caused you to peak out. Hand wrapping around the pistol. Suddenly defenseless Newt lunged to the case with the power pills as his last resort.

You couldn't help but shout, revealing yourself "Newt no!" Knowing it'd hurt him. You didn't hesitate to hold out the pistol, flicking the safety off. You just got him back, you didn't wanna lose him again without trying to do something about it.

"Y/N," he muttered eyes widening as you aimed the gun at one of the large men. "Yo! Don't hurt her-" he started reaching for a pill.

"Newt don't," You said eyes trained on the bearded man, glancing to the other who had his gun pointed at you too. "What do you want!? Take it and get the fuck out if here!" You shot at them to give a distraction for Newt, purposely missing. Your heart rammed in your chest as the clicking of the bald one's safety made it to your ears.

"Shoot at us again bitch and you're dead," he spat, "I want the coke or the money now."

Newt grabbed a hidden gun shooting the armed one's hand as causing him to drop his weapon. You ducked fear running through you as the bearded one whipped out a gun shooting it at you. The bullet whizzed by your head, a scream almost escaping from your chest as you couldn't help but sob. You were shaking as the pistol fell from your hand on to the floor. You heard the sound of grunting and a gun against the back of a skull.

"Y/N get the money," He told you frantically, snapping you out of your frozen daze. You scrambled up grabbing the tin lunch box Newt held his cash in. He towered over the men, "Its okay baby," he told you taking the box from you, "Grab the guns."

You did, almost as shaky as he was from his nerve damage while he took the cash out. Your throat swole as you grabbed the last one. He threw the cash at them.

"Now get the fuck out," he spat.

•

The clean up was overwhelming to the point where the moment you sat down you immediately zoned out. It was Newt who knelt in front of you that snapped you out of it. "Baby," he said taking your hands in his steadily trembling ones. "I've got to go."

"What the fuck," you whispered, a statement more than a question, "You're just gonna leave me again just like that, Newt?"

His gaze left yours, "Coz you deserve somethin better and i-"

"Bullshit, Newt," you spat at him pulling your hands away. "Why won't you realize I don't think you're some fucking monster!?" You couldn't help the outburst of your words, "I fucking love you and I know you're hurting but you're so full of shit!"

You were sobbing, anxiety rising in your stomach. Newt didn't know what to say. He wouldn't even look at you.

"Why are you punishing yourself- not even just that- you're hurting me Newt!"

"Y/N please-"

You kept talking cutting him off, "You're not leaving," You told him, "You're staying, right here with me, you want to. I want you to."

Newt pulled away, your heart almost shattering and tears welding over. However relief flowed over you as he sat on the couch next to you pulling you into his warm body. "I have no idea why you want me," he whispered stroking your hair, "no fuckin' idea."

You sobbed into his jacket the pain he was feeling was so easily rubbing off to you as he gripped you tightly. "Because I fucking love you," you breathed out, "You're where I feel safe, no matter what."

He didn't say anything as you both laid back into the couch, still clinging onto him for dear life. As you started to drift away your could hear him gently murmur, "I love you"

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AHHHHH THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY BUT I AM SO HAPPY WITH IT BUT AT THE SAME TIME DESPISE IT. AJDJAKS

AnDY WAYS I LOVE NEWT.

Taglist~

@bakerkells

[hyanikaa]

Chapter 1 • The Secret is Out

So I created an AU where Memey’s cookie monster suit/onesie is possessed by a demon.

My friend Carrot helped me with this fic, go give them a like and follow on IG

WARNING//(Gore, Violence)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

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Blaza ruffles out of the crowd that gathered around Laff and Socks and noticed Memey panicking. He walked over to the blue man and grabbed a chair to sit on. “Memey, what happened?” Blaza said, his voice dead serious, it’s wasnt like Blaza to be dead serious about things, so his voice sent chills into Memey’s spine. “I don’t know..” He stiffened, “I actually don’t know- I was just here in Medbay, working..” he trailed off, voice shaking “I don’t remember eating them..” he choked a quiet sob. “How could you not remember such a... vital time stamp?” Blaza asked, still holding a dead serious tone. There was a slight quiver in it as Blaza started to lose his composure after glancing at the clueless Laff. “I-I’m not sure, one moment I’m in the Medbay and the next I’m-“ Memey cut off his sentence. He couldn’t finish it.

“Oh my god, oh my god-“ Socks held onto everything around him for dear life, like the world was about to tumble down around him. He whimpered at the digging pain in his stomach but still sat in the same position, his eyes wide and cautious. “Woah, woah, calm down S-“ Dino started, reaching their hand to Socks only to have it smacked away. “...no, no, I’m sorry, I just...” Socks’ chest rose and fell quickly like a guinea pig sitting still in fear. “What’s bothering you?” Dino asked quietly, not wanting to draw attention from the crowd. Socks did not respond in words, instead he let out sob, holding onto his arm as he remembered the pain that struck him when it got ripped off. “Im sorry.” He let out, hugging himself.

 Nadwe burst into the room, holding onto the door frame for support as he caught his breath. Socks let out a loud yelp from the noise before calming down and hugging himself again. “Oh... my god...” Nadwe breathed out, letting out a final long breath before standing up straight. “I’m so sorry I’m late. The doors to electrical and storage shut.” He immediately read the room and looked towards Blaza for help. “...it’s not good. Me and Dino walked up on... Memey. Uhm...” Blaza stuttered, trying to keep it down. “Memey was... eating Laff and Socks... Laff doesn’t remember but...” Blaza glanced over at Socks. “Socks clearly does. Memey doesn’t remember either. Once their bodies have fully regenerated we have to discuss this.” Nadwe absorbed the words and quickly stiffened. Blaza swore you could hear the gears turning in his head. “...I’ll go talk to Laff. You guys sort things out.. yeah...” Nadwe trailed off before tipping both of his hats as a goodbye and walking towards Laff’s medbay bed.

 Nadwe sat down beside Laff, “How are you holding up?” He asked. “I dunno mate, I was just walkin down to electric an then I woke up here.” Laff replied, looking around the room then at Nadwe then his hands. “Nadwe...” Laff started, “Hm?” “Is it normal, to feel agonizing pain like you’re bein’ eaten, even if you’re not?” He asked, looking at Nadwe with desperate eyes that wanted answers. His eyes widened at his question, holding his hand up his mouth, he knows what Laff meant, Blaza told him what has happened. But he felt guilt clawing at him for not telling the whole picture. He just sat there, lowering his hand, “I don’t know Laff...”

 “Socks, calm down!” Dino said, almost a hint of begging in his tone. “Please, please! Socks...” Dino almost started to cry themselves. Seeing Socks in the shocked state hurt Dino’s heart on a level that couldn’t be described. Socks closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to forget the gnawing sensation in his arm. “I-I’m sorry, Dino. It’s just.. a lot.” Dino nodded and quickly placed their hands on the sheets of the bed, eyeing the wound before opening their mouth to talk. “After you and Laff have recovered, i think we still have to... discuss it in the cafeteria. Are you going to be okay...?” Socks sat straighter, contemplating in his mind of the scenes that could play out. “I-I should be okay. It’s fine, I’ll be fine. I just...” Socks looked down on his bandages hands. “Can’t look at him right now.”

    Days passed and the two were now physically healed, though that incident left them psychologically scarred, not just them, but also to Blaza and the others that saw the incident first hand. It terrified them, was that really Memey? What happened? These questions and many more invade their thoughts like wildfires. But those questions will now be answered, right? Memey will explain what that thing was, right?

 They all gathered around the table in Cafeteria. Socks was with TBH who was supporting him, was his leg injured? surely not. Laff was already in Cafe before the others could arrive, how did he get there without supervision? Once a everyone was there, silence filled the room, it was deafening. Why did no one wanted to talk? Why were they so silent—

Blaza cleared his throat, breaking the silence. It wasnt like him to start the discussion, it wasnt like him to be serious and not even break a smile. He didnt. “So, I think we all know why we’re here.” He stated. Everyone turned their gaze to Memey except for Socks, who looked down at the cafeteria floor. “Memey...” Oompa asked, the eye on his head turned towards him in curiosity. Oompa had been in Navigation and hadn’t heard of the attack until much later. Memey sighed and looked across the table to Socks, who didn’t look up. “I-“ Memey started, feeling a lump in his throat. “I’m... not sure what happened...” he gulped as the pressure tensed. He took a moment to think. “You’re not sure what happened...” came a small voice. Socks looked up and slammed his fists on the table, shaking a few of the old drinks over. “YOU’RE NOT SURE WHAT HAPPENED.” Socks let out a crazed laugh before standing up. “You almost KILLED ME. YOU almost ATE ME. SCRATCH THAT, YOU DID EAT ME. IF BLAZA AND DINO HADN’T COME, LAFF AND I WOULDN’T BE HERE RIGHT NOW. AND ALL YOI HAVE TO SAY IS YOU’RE NOT SURE WHAT HAPPENED.”

 Memey’s face paled at Socks’ statement, he’s right, he did eat them, he did. But why can’t he remember? Why can’t he remember meeting Socks in the hallway between Storage and Lower Engine? Why does his head hurt when he tries to remember? Why does everything hurt— Memey block his ears with his hands, pain clawing and screaming in his head, he shrank down from the meeting as he submerged himself into his thoughts. His eyes started watering as the pain get more and more out of hand. “Shut up...” He quietly said. Socks watched as Memey covered his ears, shaking and shrinking to the table. Memey muttered something. “What?” Laff asked, trying to pull Socks back into the seat. “SHUT UP!!” Memey screamed, still covering his ears. He looked desperately at the people around him, pressing his hands tighter as the voices screamed louder with each look of dismay. He let go of one hand and wiped the tears pouring from his eyes, hearing a tight, high pitched note as the voices screamed into the ear. He quickly escaped the cafeteria, making his way to the left side of the ship and hiding in the corner of reactor.

  “The hell of a discussion that was,” Oompa said, getting up and slightly looking at the red button in the middle of the table. “I’ll go find Memey. You guys...” he looked at Socks, who started taking in more shaky breaths. “You guys calm down Socks.” Memey crouched down behind the engine on the top part of the ship, he’s tired, he’s drained from the joyful tone he always had. “What wrong?” It asked, “Oh so now you’re here?!...” Memey hissed at it, it stayed quiet for a bit, “Was not cookie?..” he snapped. “OH SO THAT WAS YOUR DOING?!” Memey said, totally enraged by the thing, “I TOLD YOU I WAS GONNA GET YOUR COOKIES AFTER I REST- BUT YOU DIDNT LITSEN- YOU STILL WENT OUT TO LOOK FOR ONE, AND NOW LOOK AT MY SITUATION!!!” He vented out, calling the demon hurtful things, it felt guilty for not waiting, it dragged it’s host into a situation that could have been avoided.

 “Memey? Was that you?..” Oompa called from the hallway. Peeking from the front of the engine, his eyes widened as he backed away, “You’re not MemeGod...” he quietly said as slowly went to grab his gun. “Cookie?...”

——

Socks huffed as he felt his confidence dwindle and his strength deplete. He dropped down into his seat and wiped his eyes, anger pushing more tears down his face. “Socks...” Laff started, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “It’s so stupid. It’s all so stupid,” Socks whimpered. “God, It’s all so DUMB. It’s just so...” Socks let out another sob, covering his face with both hands. “After all the pain of being ripped apart, eaten alive, all Memey has to say is... I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED?” Laff looked towards Blaza for words. “Socks, you know that wasn’t him. He couldn’t have done it purposefully. He wouldn’t. You and I both know that.” Blaza finally gave a small grin. “You and I both know the stupid FatMemeGod. He wouldn’t do that.” Socks listened and didn’t respond. He knew this was one of the rare times that Blaza was right. Memey would never do that.

“But...” Socks started. “If that wasn’t Memey...”

 “Then who was it...?”

“NO STOP-“ a scream was heard from upper engine, they all looked at eachother, worry plastered all over their faces, they got up from theirs and bolted towards the origin of the noise.

 They weren’t prepared, they weren’t prepared to see this. Oompa was knocked out, head bleeding. And beside him was Memey, or was it actually Memey?...

 He was screaming, he was rejecting and refusing, he was jerking and kicking himself, pulling the hood of his onesie away from his face. Why is he pulling it away? “LET GO!-“ Memey painfully screamed as the demon took over its host, the hood closing shut. It stood up from the cold ground he was sitting on and shook off the blood on its hands. Memey? seemed taller, this isnt him. Who is it? Why was Memey refusing? Why was he screaming.

 The tall figure spoke, “Memey friend?...” (help me). The two voices overlapped, but it was clear the two said different things.

 “Oompa!!” Blaza yelled, running over to the bleeding figure on the floor. “BLAZA!!” Nadwe yelled as the creature took a step towards the two. Nadwe rammed himself into the creature and watched as the originally derpy eyes turned sinister and creeper. However, this creature had double— no, triple— the strength of Memey. It quickly overtook Nadwe and slammed him onto the ground, leaving him pushing the wrists upwards and the creature  snapping its jaws at his head. Socks quickly pulled Memey off of Nadwe, helping him up. The creature roared in frustration. The space that held Oompa and Blaza was empty. They’d escaped, but the ship was only so big. It all happened in slow motion. Nadwe swung Socks around and switched positions with him, tanking a large crunch down on his right shoulder blade. “AHH!!” Nadwe yelled as a loud crack was heard from the bone splitting under the pressure. His hats dropped to the floor as he tried to escape the monster’s grasp. "You hurt Memey..." It said, it's voice rough from underuse. "Why did you hurt Memey?!" it grip tightens on Nadwe as it screeched multiple questions at the two. Socks ran into Medbay and grabbed a fire extinguisher, he rushed back into the area, screaming his anger as he slammed the extinguisher into the tall figure's head. Knocking it unconscious. Nadwe let out a weak noise on the floor choking for air as the blood form his shoulder began to pool. The mouth of the monster cranked open, exposing an unconscious Memey inside with a bleeding head. Socks huffed a bit to catch his breath, setting down the fire extinguisher. Tbh didn’t hesitate and picked up Nadwe, setting him on his back. He lifted Memey up as well and quickly darted towards medbay. To his surprise, Blaza and Oompa were nowhere in sight. “Socks,” Tbh called, quickly looking back into the room. “Go look for Blaza and Oompa. Where’s Laff, that kid??” Socks darted down the halls as Tbh set down Nadwe and Memey. He quickly pulled out a roll of bandages and tried his best to wrap the bandage around Memey’s head, moving aside the hood with surprising ease. Seems like the onesie also wants Memey healed as well. Tbh turned his attention to Nadwe’s shattered shoulder. Socks eventually found Blaza and Oompa in Admin. Socks peeked from the door, “There you guys are..” Socks huffed, relieved they weren’t that injured. “How’s Oompa?..” “Not good..” he replied, putting his hand onto Oompa’s neck to find a pulse. “Is he still breathing?...” Socks worriedly asked, “...” “What?..” “I can’t feel any pulse..” “oh god...”

Socks rushed towards the two, he’s desperate, he’s not used to experiencing any violence first hand, he’s scared, he doesn’t want to experience a death of friend first hand. But he did. Oompa laid limp on the floor where Blaza placed him, there was no sign of life, he died..

——

The two went back to Medbay, when the scanner started beeping, creating high pitched sounds that hurt TBH’s and Nadwe’s hearing. Nadwe leaned up from the bed, moving carefully trying not to disturb TBH who was patching his wounds. “What-“ he was cut off as a loud choked scream was heard as the scanner stopped screeching.

 Oompa dropped to the ground, coughing up air as he suddenly regains his life. “A-alive... holy crap... I’m alive...” Oompa gasped, clutching his heart as a fin reminder that his life lives on. Socks tackled Oompa in a hug, slurring words together as worry and relief washed over the two of them. “Im so surprised!! I thought you’d died!!” Socks yelled, hugging Oompa tightly. “You and me both...” Oompa hugged back and looked up at Blaza, who let out a sigh of relief. Oompa patted his heart twice and a thumbs up, reassuring Blaza from afar that he was okay. Oompa coughed and spat more blood. “Shoot... the medbay scan doesn’t quite heal large wounds...” Oompa said, his grip getting loose as blood continued to pour down his head. Socks quickly helped Oompa to a bed and took another roll of bandages, beginning to wrap it slowly around the wound. Nadwe sighed in relief as Tbh finally finished putting his shoulder blade back in place. “Nadwe, you’re so stupid,” Socks said, sitting down and pouting.

“What...happened?..” Memey said as he sat up from the bed, he flinched at the burning pain that scattered around his body. Looks like him kicking and banging himself into the ground and walls did a toll on him. “Glad your awake MemeGod.” “That is so unlike you to be nice Oompa- ow-“ his head still hurts.

 “Mind telling us what happened back there?” Blaza asked.

[set-phasers-to-whump]

harder than a bullet could hit you

fandom: roswell new mexico

whumpee: kyle valenti

uhh idk what this is really but im rewatching the series and im always gonna be upset that there’s zero aftermath of kyle getting shot!!! like just bc you have a vest does not mean ur magically okay (especially emotionally !) so yeah heres this, the title is from river by bishop briggs. (@deepwoundsandfadedscars i know this isnt the fic i said i would write but i thought id tag you, lmk if it sucks lol)

He wasn’t expecting to see Kyle Valenti here-at least, not sitting in a chair in the hospital reception area, staring blankly ahead, looking off in a way Alex thinks looks very odd on him. 

“Hey, Valenti,” he says, walking to the front desk. He sighs. “I’m here for Jesse Manes? They said he was in some sort of coma.”

The woman behind the desk nods, gives him a room number, and pats his arm in a sorry-about-your-dad kind of way that would be nice if it were anyone else’s dad. He smiles tightly, and heads off to find the room.

He doesn’t realize until he’s standing in the doorway that Kyle hadn’t said hello back to him, which shouldn’t be a big deal...he’d give it more thought, maybe, but right now, here is Jesse fucking Manes, in a coma and for once rendered completely harmless. It’s what he deserves, Alex thinks. Better than what he deserves, really. But what had happened? His father was certainly not the type of person to slip quietly into a coma. 

He leans against the doorframe, staring daggers at the unconscious form on the bed. His father had the nerve to come back from Niger (probably because of a certain incident which Alex would rather not think about at the moment) and then promptly fall into a coma before Alex could even threaten him with...something, anything to keep him away. 

He stews in his thoughts for several minutes before someone taps his shoulder. He jumps slightly, spinning quickly around. 

A nurse smiles apologetically at him. “Sorry about that,” he says. “Alex Manes, right?”

Alex nods. “Do you know what happened to him?” he asks, gesturing into his father’s room.

“Not exactly,” the nurse says. “Dr. Valenti brought him in maybe half an hour ago, said they were working on a project together and he just collapsed.”

Alex nods again, and thanks the nurse, who tells him that as soon as they know more, Alex will be the first to know. Alex doesn’t bother to tell him that he really couldn’t care less. 

He makes his way back to the hospital reception, thinking less of his father and more of Kyle. Questions like, Why is he still here? and Did they get into a fight? swirl around in his head as he emerges back into the room. 

Kyle is still there, still staring off into nothing, a blank look on his face. Hesitantly, Alex approaches him. “Hey,” he says, tapping Kyle lightly on the shoulder. “You good? I heard you brought my father in.”

Kyle doesn’t say anything, just takes a sharp breath in, then winces. Alex frowns. “Kyle,” he says, more insistently. “Did something happen?”

And Kyle runs. Shoots up from his chair and bolts out the hospital doors. Alex stumbles backward in surprise, staring ahead out the doors for a second in disbelief. Something is wrong, he thinks, and he’s just about to follow Kyle outside when there’s yet another tap on his shoulder.

He whirls around. “What,” he says, sounding more irritated than he had intended to. 

It’s the same nurse from before, who gives him that same apologetic grin. “Sorry again,” he says. “I just thought I’d let you know we’re going to be moving your dad to a new room tonight, if you want to come and visit him again.”

“Yeah,” Alex says distractedly, craning his neck to see if he can spot Kyle somewhere outside. He accepts the card the nurse gives him with his father’s new room number on it and says a terse goodbye. He doubts he’ll be doing much visiting.

Alex heads outside, hoping to catch Kyle, if he’s still here. Something is most definitely wrong with him, and considering everything they’ve been involved in lately, he’s sure it’s going to end up involving him too, at some point. Better to learn about it now than later, he reasons. Plus, he can’t shake the feeling that this has something to do with his father, which is never a good feeling to have.

He’s in luck-he’s no sooner left the hospital reception area than he sees Kyle-or rather, the back of Kyle. He’s hunched over a trash can, clearly having just been sick, and Alex sees his hands shaking where they grip the edges of the can. He stands there for a second, unsure of what to do. 

Kyle abruptly pushes himself away from the trash can, walking backwards until his back presses against a pillar. He sinks to the ground and runs a hand down his face. Alex clears his throat, and finally, Kyle looks at him.

“Hi,” he says, his voice scratchy. He lets out a shuddery exhale, and Alex, without particularly thinking, sinks down slowly next to him. 

This close, he can feel that Kyle is shaking, and it scares him a little. Kyle is steady and strong, and this is extremely unlike him. He tries his question again-“what’s wrong?”-but Kyle just shakes his head. 

Alex sighs, unsure of what to do. He can’t just leave Kyle here-he’s in no condition to drive, and he doesn’t seem like he has any intention of moving, anyway. But can Alex just...make him leave? They aren’t that close, not yet, not anymore...but Kyle is, if not a friend exactly, then an ally, and you don’t leave an ally behind. Especially if he may be in some serious trouble. (With Jesse Manes involved, it’s always serious trouble). 

Alex stands up, pushing against the pillar for balance. Once he’s on his feet, he extends a hand to Kyle, who looks at it, then at him, blankly. 

“Come on,” Alex says. “I won’t ask what happened,” not right now, anyway, he thinks, “but you can’t just stay here and I’m not gonna let you drive like this.”

Kyle nods, finally, takes a deep breath which he aborts halfway through, and takes Alex’s hand. 

They drive in silence for a while, Alex absentmindedly tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel, fighting the urge to turn the radio on, so there’s at least something. Beside him, Kyle is uncharacteristically quiet, hands in his lap, staring out the window like he wants to melt the buildings of Roswell with his brain.

It’s weird.

And then, as Alex makes the turn onto the road that leads to the cabin, Kyle...well, he doesn’t say anything, but he makes a noise, anyway, one which sounds panicked and afraid.

Alex glances over at his passenger, who is now trying frantically to remove his shirt, but his hands are shaking too much to undo the buttons. He reaches a hand out, moving Kyle’s hands away from his shirt. 

“You’re fine,” he says, keeping his voice quiet and calm. “It’s okay.” He doesn’t know what else to say, doesn’t know what’s got Kyle like this, but he’s growing more and more sure that it has something to do with Jesse Manes.

His vague words of reassurance do the job, mercifully, and Kyle’s hands return to his lap. Alex can practically feel the stress rolling off of him, and he hates it, without really knowing why. He drives a little faster.

Eventually, they make it to Alex’s cabin. Kyle practically falls out of the car, and Alex has to nearly drag him up to the door. Once they get inside, Alex shrugs out of his jacket and hangs up his keys, directing Kyle to sit on the couch but giving him a second to get comfortable. He grabs two glasses of water from the kitchen and returns to the living room, where Kyle is once again trying-and failing-to remove his shirt.

Alex sets down the glasses on the table and sits next to Kyle on the couch. “You need some help there?” he asks, trying to keep the mood light. 

Kyle looks at him, his expression pleading and anything but light. “Alex, please, I can’t…” He fumbles with a button, cursing as his hands refuse to steady enough to keep a hold on it.

“Yeah, I got it,” Alex says gently, unbuttoning Kyle’s shirt. He stops when he feels a familiar material underneath.

“What...Kyle, this is a bulletproof vest…” he stops talking for a minute as the pieces rapidly connect in his mind. “He shot you,” he says finally, hating the fact that he believes this so easily. Shooting civilians...not like this would be the first time his father’s hurt someone he cares about. He shakes himself out of that line of thinking in time to hear Kyle’s whispered, “yeah, he shot me...I was gonna buy a gun, Alex, but I-I couldn’t, I-”

He’s on the verge of hyperventilating, Alex notices. He hesitantly reaches out a hand, places it across the stiff fabric of the vest. “It’s okay, Kyle,” he says, taking a deep breath in the hopes that the doctor will copy it. “Just breathe, okay?”

Kyle takes a breath, wincing. “It hurts,” he mutters. “Like...like someone hit me with a baseball bat. Or, like, a truck.”

Alex nods sympathetically, reaching to undo the straps of the vest. “That pain will most likely be the worst of it. People don’t usually break ribs or anything, not with this kind of vest, and my father’s kind of gun. You’ll probably have a nice bruise for a couple weeks, though.”

Kyle gives him a shaky smile as Alex slides the vest off. “Now who’s the doctor?” he jokes, and Alex half smiles back, glad that Kyle seems to be doing a little better. His smile turns to a grimace as he observes the damage his father has inflicted. Kyle looks down at himself, at the dark bruise forming over his heart. 

“I would have died,” he whispers, shaking his head like he can’t quite believe it. 

“Yeah,” Alex agrees. There’s no point in sugarcoating it-he is fully aware of what his father is capable of, and he’s sorry that Kyle had to learn those capabilities like this, but it’s the truth.

Kyle nods slowly, then looks around. “I can go,” he says at last, not sounding particularly attached to the idea.

Not that Alex would let him, not like this. He tells him as much: “Kyle, there is no way I am going to let you leave when you’ve just been shot, and by my father, no less.”

A thought occurs to him then, and it scares him with how much he hopes it’s not true-maybe Kyle does want to leave, because Jesse Manes shot him, Alex’s father shot him, and-

“You’re sure I won’t be a bother?” Kyle asks, jolting Alex out of that particular line of thinking. He looks so genuinely unsure, like he doesn’t believe Alex wants him to stay, needs him to stay-he needs some kind of stability right now, honestly, and while he never would’ve thought that would come in the form of Kyle Valenti, he’s not going to complain. 

“Of course you won’t, Kyle,” and then, because he has to be sure, “as long as you’re okay staying with the son of your would-be murderer.”

“Hey,” Kyle says, his voice stronger than it had been a second before. “Don’t say that-I mean, you can say the part about him almost murdering me, but it’s not like you chose to be his son. You didn’t make him shoot me. Nothing he does is your fault.” He smiles again, like that will negate the seriousness in his voice. There’s something like fondness on his face, and his hands have stopped shaking, Alex realizes. He doesn’t really know what to do with that, so he simply says, “yeah.” It feels nice to hear that, he manages to admit to himself. He gives Kyle a genuine smile and moves to stand up.

“Where are you going?” Kyle asks, reaching out a hand to stop him.

“I’m gonna grab you some painkillers, maybe get a snack. You want anything?”

Kyle shakes his head, and Alex heads off to gather his items, listening to the sounds of the long-awaited storm rolling in. All the more reason to keep Kyle here, he thinks. 

He heads back to the living room, passing Kyle a bottle of ibuprofen and a hot mug of tea. He watches as Kyle takes the medicine (more pills than Alex would usually take, but Kyle’s a doctor, so Alex trusts that he knows what he’s doing) and wraps his hands around the steaming mug. He shivers a little, and Alex, without thinking, tugs a blanket off the back of the couch and carefully drapes it around Kyle’s shoulders. 

Kyle startles a little at the contact before relaxing into the warmth of the blanket with a light sigh. He stares into his mug of tea pensively for a few moments before he says, “thanks, Alex. For all of this.”

Alex nods, shifting to prop his legs up on the table. “Thanks for stopping my father.”

Kyle shifts uncomfortably. “He’s gonna wake up eventually,” he says. “I didn’t really think about that, I didn’t think-”

“Stop,” Alex cuts him off gently with a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, he’s out of the picture, and that’s good enough.”

“Okay,” Kyle agrees, leaning back against the couch. He looks exhausted, and rightfully so. Alex reaches for the remote, turning on the TV, as outside the first drops of rain begin to fall. 

“What’re we watching?” Kyle asks, setting down his relatively-untouched mug of tea and curling deeper into the blanket.

“Star Wars, Episode Four,” Alex says, grabbing a second blanket from under the table to drape across his legs. 

“Four? What about the first three?” Kyle asks, sounding legitimately concerned.

“It’s not like that,” Alex replies with a laugh. “This is the first one.”

“What-”

“Shh! It’s starting.”

Kyle raises his right hand in mock surrender. A deep rumble of thunder booms overhead, and he unconsciously leans into Alex, who scoffs slightly but allows it, carefully shifting himself to avoid jostling Kyle’s injury. It’s not quiet, not with the storm raging overhead, but it is peaceful. In the morning, it will not be. In the morning, the damage from tonight’s storm will become apparent, and they will have to begin repairing it, as best as they can. But for now, for just a moment, all is well. 

yeah so here was this brought about by my rewatch,,,,it may suck idk but i simply Had To Write It yknow?

[fart-gate]

SG1

Season 2 episode 5

"NEED"

Notes by me

- heard this episode was some good shit with lots of cough whump cough here we goooooo

- the goauld are collecting raw naquada. What do they need it for

- oh I love the pyramid ships their so cool

- *Daniel runs off recklessly*

"Wish he'd stop doing that!"

- its a cloaked lady!

- when she turns around and sees Daniel for the first time. 404 cloaked lady has stopped working

- Jack is so aggravated at Daniel for being too nice

- OKAY what the fuck dude. Get your disgusting hands off my Sam or I'll punch you in the throat

- I dont think theyre gonna listen to reason Daniel

- miners!

- Sam can sense worms??? She got worm radar ????

- "I get a weird feeling when im around tealc"

"hey who doesnt"

- ITS BREAK OUT TIME

- "lets go daniel!!"

"I'm coming!"

So innocent 😭

- shit is he dead again👀

- that must have hurt like a mother fucker yikes. Reminds me of the episode of BBC Merlin when the rockslide came down and separated him and arthur

- gurl not even a minute ago you were gonna commit suicide and now you want to take over after your dad? Make up yo damn mind

- a sarcophagus! Oh its Daniel

- NICE OUTFIT

- no glasses!Daniel

- she says she dressed him in new clothes while looking him up and down like lady what the fuck. You taking peeps at my boy? You wanna fuckin fight?

- "personal responsibility for you" basically shes saying she owns you now buddy you better run

- wait how many times has he used the sarc now? Its about 3 times I think

- "glass circles" lol

- damn theyre cracked. Makes me think how many times daniel has broken or lost his glasses and had to get new ones.

- whys she so goddamn CREEPY

- why is she so fascinated with trees my respect for her goes down with every second

- she wants to hit that and you know what? She's valid

- "youre my destiny"

"BLEHGR ......what???"

On all levels except physical, Daniel is barfing so hard right now

- also ???? Destiny??? Ok george mcfly

- this psycho: anyway so me and my mom....

daniel: can we back track for a sec I have some thoughts

- "surprisingly difficult to kill you isnt it?" You got no idea Jack smh

- "nice dress"

- sg1 as slaves is something tho 👀

- I'm laughing theyre throwing a feast for Daniel while the rest of them mine coal. Tough luck guys

- 700 years old YIKES

- "I dont think you understand what they mean to me" ❤💕❤💕❤💕❤☺❤☺❤❤❤❤☺☺☺💗💗💗

- daniel being treated like the princesses boy toy lol

- honey.......dont sleep in the sarc

- what possessed him to think that this is a good idea

- jack, tealc, and Sam update: still in the mine!

- DANIELS HAIR IS POOF

- hes LOST his marbles

- "and look!!! No glasses!!" Hes so excited

- hes getting obsessed with this thing

- 9 or 10 times in the sarc???

Jack: hes drunk as fuck

- hes definitely considering marrying her. Bro youre already married. Did you forget

- Temper!Daniel

- ok so hes totally brain washed!

- he felt out of place on earth :(. You know what? The Sarc is bringing out his deep down thoughts and feelings. Things he wouldnt ever tell anyone bc when hes in his right mind, his logic counter acts these thoughts. But his logic is gone so hes just voicing everything he normally wouldn't

- sams memories of jolinar telling her whats what with the sarc! 💪

- its taking his SOUL WHAT THE HELL

- lounging!Daniel "HI JACK!!"

- hes LOST IT FOLKS THATS IT. HES AN EMPTY VESSEL NO THOUGHTS

- kicking his little feet

- of course he wants to marry a woman he met 4 days ago

- "he cant live without me anymore" OH THIS GIRLS A BITCH. SHE DID THIS TO HIM ON PURPOSE. ALRIGHT LADY SQUARE UP SOMEONE HOLD MY BEER

- "we offer the friendship of our world"

".......well thanks"

Jack is having NONE of her shit and I wholeheartedly agree

- awkward kissing!!

- jittery!daniel

- sir that is no way to talk about your wife. So what if shes different when u get her back! So are you! People change! God not having a logic filter in your brain must be exhausting

- concerned!Sam

- ALRIGHT when you start knocking shit over on purpose its time to sit in the corner on time out

- hes having withdrawals. Didnt I already say this man has been thru Enough

- Jack literally jumps on him to hold him down. Did he crush daniels pelvis or what

- Sam is right they need to let him go thru it 😩

- how the hell did he pull fraiser all the way over him lmfao hes not that strong

- oh boy! Crazy!Daniel

- 🚨the archeologist is loose🚨

- "I know what its like" oh???? Jack has dealt with addiction????

- caretaker!jack

- this is heart breaking

- when he just hugs him. Just holds him. The acting from both of them is making me sob

- P3H826 is ready to be sg1s next mission!

- daniels okay!!!! He got thru it ✊😌

- P3R636 is the planet with the Sarc and princess dick face.

- "id like Daniel back on the team" 😤😤😤😤😤😤

- I dont care about you! Stupid bitch! Manipulative ass hat

- Daniel step away from the sarc

- clearly you have no idea what love is if you think its just keeping ppl hostage

- he literally tells her to stop using it and she IMMEDIATELY picks up a staff weapon and blows it to hell like it took zero effort to convince her

- welp! Cry all you want! Youre a dumb bitch and I hope i never see you again lol

- Let Daniel Rest 2k20

~

Whump under the cut

Daniel jackson whump: threatened, gunpoint, sore, nervous, crushed by rockslide, healed by sarc, addiction, brain washing, jittery, withdrawal, anger outbursts , passing out, hospital scene, red eyes, sweaty, pleading, restrained, losing his mind, crying, breaking down, caretaker Jack.

Jack Oniell whump: kicked, hit with staff, coughing, fight with daniel

Whole team whump: forced kneeling, dirty, tired, weak, forced to mine

No glasses!Daniel for 90% of episode

🎶listening to Happiness Is A Warm Gun from Across The Universe Soundtrack🎶 for daniels struggle with addiction

🎶listening to Gone by Bazzi🎶 for Daniel being so confident that he was fine

[marvel-lously]

Cartoons

Words: 1100

Pairing: avengers x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: As promised, I am now finally posting the requested fic. I’m so sorry I haven’t written anything recently. I find myself often preoccupied, and even when I do have time, my mind is filled with hundreds of ideas that I just can’t seem to put into words. I promise I will try to write more. Please reblog if you like this.

This was the request:

Can you do a avengers x reader where the reader voiced a bunch of cartoon characters and the avengers don't know. So one day, they are playing a game together which is you get a card and it says any cartoon characters name and they have to a impersonation of that character and the avengers have to guess and when reader gets a charachter that she voiced and avengers are comfused why she sounds so much like the character? P.s. she's an avenger

P.S. I´m posting this again because I´ve noticed that it didn´t appear in the search results before. I´m so sorry, I don´t know why tumblr is messing it up again.

Taggs: @supersoldierfreak @mandatheredpanda @ryleighisapanda@letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @angeliceverything@itsbuckysworld @thats-so-bucky @hufflebucky 

“Okay, okay… my turn.” Wanda happily chimed as she already stretched out her hand to grab the next card.

She coughed before she stood up confidently, starting to swiftly dance around the room and sing.

“Let it go, let it go, can’t hold it back any more-“ she nearly tripped on the chair behind her, nevertheless continuing to sing completely off tune, yet still at the top of her lungs “-let it go, let it go, turn away and slam the door. Here I stand and here I stay. Let the storm rage on. Cold never bothered me anyway.” She finished her performance by swinging her hand just like Elsa did in the movie.

You and the entire team started applauding her. »What an astounding performance Ms. Maximoff« Tony joked.

»Thank you, I live to entertain.« Wanda grinned and bowed mockingly.

You were playing a game where you picked a card with one of the famous Disney character’s name on it and you had to impersonate that character. Whoever made the best impression, got to choose one of the other’s most prized possession and keep them for one day.

»Who wants to try next?« Nat claped her hands giddily, excitment clear in her voice.

»I’ll go!« Sam snickered before he started his impersonating. He leaned back, standing in what seemed to be the most unstable position one could master then started talking as if he had had at least five bottles of rum that day.

»Crazy people don’t know the’re crazy. I know I’m crazy therefore I’m not crazy. Isnt that crazy?« He slurred his words as much as he could, waving his hands frantically in the air.

The entire room burst out laughing, clapping and whistling while Sam stil continued on with the show. »Did everyone see that? ‘Cause I will not be doing it again.« After finishing that line, he too, took a bow and laughed along.

»A striking act of Jack Sparrow indeed.« Tony continued to narrate.

»Captain Jack Sparrow.« The entire team shouted at once.

»I want to go next.« Rhodey cleared his throat before doing his impersonation of Donald Duck. He was surprisingly good at it too.

Then next went Scott, impersonating Minnie Mouse.

»You know, it’s scary how your voice can reach such high octaves you know?« Bucky teased.

»Hey, sometimes having to entertain your daughter while being on house arrest can be challanging, you have no idea to what extents I had to go, learning how to talk like somebody’s squeezing my balls just so I could do the princesses’ voices when reading a story isn’t even half of it, but hey, it comes in handy at moments like this.« He chuckled.

»Okay Y/n, wanna go next?« Steve asked, seeing as it was only the two of you left, who hadn’t ˝performed˝yet.

»Sure.« You smiled, pulling the card off the deck. This one was going to be easy, you had done it a hundred times before. You cleared your throat and took a deep breath in before words just naturally rolled off your tongue.

»I gave my mum a cake, she turned into a big bear, my own dad tried to do her in, if that’s not pure mess i don’t know what is!« You finished off by plopping dramatically back into your seat on the sofa. However, there was no applause or whistles after that, only a bunch of shocked faces and wide open mouths.

»How… how did you do that?« Wanda asked, a curious tone coloring her words.

»Do what?« You asked, your voice now shy from feeling all the stares on you.

»The… the voice, the Scottish accent, all of it!?« It was now Scott who spoke, his surprise still written all over his face.

“Yeah, this was way to real.” Bucky added.

»Well… I… I used to voice cartoon characters before I became an Avenger.« You explained, a nervous sigh escaping your lungs.

»You what?« Sam, Bucky and Nat all spoke at once.

»Who else beside Merida did you do?« Rhodey questioned.

»Well let’s see…« you had to think for a moment, since it was quite a while ago »I did Ana from Frozen, Tinker Bell, Princess Jasmine, Rapunzel and…«

You were about to continue, before Nat interrupted you.

»Wait… you voiced Rapunzel?« She asked, exhilarated.

»That’s like, my favourite Disney movie ever!«

»Oh really? It was one of my favorite I voiced in.« You smiled at how enthusiastic she seemed to be.

»Alright guys, give her a moment to breathe.« Tony said, stepping towards you and outstretching his hand.

He coughed before swiftly lifting you back into a standing position.

»Ladys and gentleman, I believe, although our initial response might not have shown that, we have a winner!« He lifted your hand up, while everybody around started cheering.

»Hey, what about me? I didn’t even get my turn!« Steve pouted.

»You really think you can compete against that?« Bucky raised his eyebrow in amusment.

»You’re probably right.« He laughed, turning to you. »So.. Y/n, the big question remains, who’s the unlucky victim that will have to give up the thing they hold most dear to their heart for the entire day?«

You looked around the room, thinking about what would be most fun to use for a day.

Steve’s shield? Useful but boring. Nat’s guns? Meh, maybe some other time.Tony’s suit? Tempting.

Finally, it hit you.

»I want Scott’s suit.« You outed after a few seconds of consideration.

»What? Y/n! I thought we were friends.« Scott cluched his chest, acting broken-hearted.

You just snorted in response. »Hey it’s for a higher purpose.«You smirked, mischief seeping from your eyes.

»That being…?« Scott awaited an explanation.

»Getting back at my Maths techer from high school.« You simply said, shrugging your soulders.

»And that counts as higher purpose?« Tony raised his brow bemusedly.

»Well naturally, I will spare all the future generations of kids from having to listen to her and dealing with her inability to teach and that to me is a higher purpose.« You smiled cheekily.

»What are you gonna do? Crawl up her ass and then expand?« Sam joined in on the conversation.

»No, I was actually only thinking about getting an army of ants to her house, seeing as she hates them so much, but now that you’ve mentioned it…«

»Y/n no!« Scott almost stuttered, now semingly genuinely concerned aout his suit.

»Catch me if you can!« You yelled, already sprinting to his room, hearing how Tony shouted after you.

»Don’t let him get you Y/n, avenge the children!«

[willowdrabbles]

A million dreams part 2

Yutaka Tennoji x MC

Post wedding

Part 1 here 

Word count: 2009

Rated :M for language and intense situations.

Here is part 2 already! Only mention of Tennoji in this part, but there will be almost all him in the third part! (Which is already in the works yay!) I’m gonna tag @rubycomments since you enjoyed the first part so much! Comments and likes mean so much to me, reminds me that someone out there actually likes this crap I spew lol.

“I’m. An. Id.i.ot.” She muttered, banging her head on the elevator wall with every enunciation. A dull thud echoing every word. Eiki gently slid his hand in between her skull and the metal and chuckled as she was not phased to stop.

“I don’t think so. Just as hot tempered as your husband up there. Have you adapted his ways? Or is that some sort of new foreplay you guys do?”

“Help. Pervert alert. We’ve got a new Kyobashi.” Ellina said monotone, finally stopping her head banging when the elevator came to a halt.

“Now that is uncalled for.” Eiki said, feigning hurt as they exited the elevator and heading for the door. “You realize what he’s thinking right?”

“I’m not sure anymore!” Ellina wailed, shrugging in desperation. “I get the whole worrying about me, I haven’t seen my husband it weeks! I worry about him too but I thought.... I thought...” the pain in her chest pinged again, demanding she take a deep breath before tears welled up. “I thought we were over this after last time.”

“That’s why you brought up Yuuka’s case.” Eiki said it more as a statement than a question. “Because your brother was involved he made that jab out of concern and you lashed back thinking he really believed you would put personal feelings before the case.” He finished, glancing at her from the corner of his eye as they got into the car.

“I’m not sure what to think. I shouldn’t have gotten angry and said that. It was a low blow.” She sighed and rested her arm on the window sill, palming her chin and watching the traffic speed by.

“If you didn’t he probably would have kept pushing. He’s worried is all. I’ll bet anything he’s kicking himself as we speak for letting his worry get in between you and your work.” Eiki smiled reassuringly but Ellina only groaned.

“Oh no I hope not... No one is to blame here.” She murmured, slightly jumping when Eiki patted her hand. It was still a little hard to get used to his overly friendly and touchy demeanor.

“Well, even if he is, you guys will work it out. Now let’s get you some food and your change of clothes and get to it!” Eiki drummed on the steering wheel and grinned stepping on the gas. 

Many hours later after their undercover shift, once she had finished changing back into her normal clothes instead of her ‘struggling woman’ clothes, Ellina hopped into the car with Eiki. Eiki put a bag of buns in between them and handed her a coffee cup.“Thank’s Eiki.” Ellina said, taking the steaming cup from his hands. He nodded back at her. 

“No problem! Man I’m beat but you did great work out there I’m so proud!” Eiki cheered, pulling away from the nearby small station they usually changed at. “You got a meeting set up, half of a confession, and with that who know’s what else will be linked to the other case! You’re amazing Ellina!”

“Don’t you think your praise is a little over the top?” Ellina said, taking a long sip and letting the warmth spread through her. “I would have botched it if not for your suggestions on things to say.”

“Look at you picking up some slang from Yutaka!” Eiki laughed, earning him a glare. “No waaaayyyy, you’re awesome at what you do! I wouldn’t be able to pull off the innocent, absent, girly stare enough to convince him to open up to me.”

“Just because you said girly I’ll let that one slide.” Ellina grumbled at him, earning another laugh from Eiki as they pulled up to the precinct. 

“But really good job. Let’s get this information to boss and finish up for the night, you’re gonna need some sleep for tomorrow’s big finale!” Eiki cheered, thrusting a fist up in the air. Ellina laughed.

“Getting a bit ahead of yourself aren’t you?” She giggled, enjoying his antics the whole way up to the 7th floor. 

“Welcome back you two.” Kirisawa said as they walked in, the office dead silent besides the sound of him shuffling papers. “You guys are pretty late, everyone else has gone home.”

“We just wanted to debrief you then head out. If we stay too late we might not make our meet up tomorrow.” Eiki grinned, dropping off his radio and earpiece on his desk as Ellina did the same.

“Oh, did you guys catch a break?” Kirisawa put his papers down and looked at them expectantly. Quickly they both broke down the information they gathered, the meeting tomorrow, and the supplies and backup they thought would work best. 

“Perfect. We’ve got a lock down on where the ship for the human trafficking is at, but if we don’t time it right we may not catch everyone involved. With your information we’ll probably be able to catch them all at once. Good work you two, go get some sleep and we’ll get all the paperwork done all at once.” Kirisawa dismissed them with a wave. 

“Thanks boss.” They both nodded at the praise, gathering what few personal belongings they left in the office and headed out. 

With the thought of heading home plaguing her, Ellina felt her shoulder’s slump and worry begin to eat at her again. How would she face Tennoji after exploding on him earlier? She was so tired she wasn’t quite walking straight, She started to get more worried that in her exhausted state she would only make things worse. Tripping over a crack in the sidewalk, Eiki grabbed her arm and steadied her. She offered him a mumbled thanks as he let her go. Suddenly his hand clamped down on her shoulder, keeping her from walking.

“Your brother is staying just down the street isnt he?” Eiki asked quickly, tilting his head and staring into her face. Ellina nodded quickly, not sure what he was getting at. 

“Do you think he’ll mind us crashing there tonight? I for sure missed the last train and I don’t want to head all the way home and feel like I’m just turning around to come back.” Eiki whined, giving her a pleading stare. “He’s got a big place right? being a big shot doctor and all that?”

“Well y-yeah but....” 

“Please! I’ll crash on the couch! Or the floor wherever you deem fit!” Eiki begged, eventually she caved into his soft golden gaze and sighed.

“Yeah, I’ve got a spare key and he’s working nights still under surveillance. We’ll be out of there before he gets there.” She turned around and headed the opposite direction of home, feeling an odd mix of guilt and relief. Man she was a coward. 

“Don’t worry! Tomorrow after we get all this settled I’ll buy you both food!” Eiki flashed her his biggest most grateful grin. 

“Extra large pork cutlet bowl!” Ellina smiled softly back at him, but it didn’t last as her shoulder’s drooped once more, her thought’s going back to Tennoji and how he would be home alone. 

An arm dropped on top of her head. “H-Hey!” She yelped, pushing up on his elbow that refused to budge. “Eiki!” She complained, resorting to poking him in the ribs, making him laugh and dance out of her reach. 

“No frowns! Tomorrow we’re gonna get this closed up and you’ll have that hot spring trip to look forward to!” 

Ellina paused to look at him, struggling with the surge of emotions filling her. The things she wanted, the things she had to say to Tennoji. With a sigh she looked up at the moon above. A million dreams would be keeping her up tonight. 

“So you’re sure this is what you want?” 

For what felt like the millionth time Ellina nodded frantically. It was easy to keep up the desperate act, to make her hands shake as though she was in withdrawl, though it was nerves and fear making them shimmer. The girl with her gasped and nodded as well. She was just a poor victim in this, but she had no quarrel’s with helping place bombs for her next fix. 

The three perps in front of her were perfectly average men. Maybe a little dirty and skittish, but if she was not a trained detective, she would have never looked at them twice. Their planning was interesting, offering a drug deal in exchange for some ‘grunt work’ right in front of the rehab center was different. Who would look for someone so blatantly breaking the law in broad daylight? The arrogance made ehr unsettled, feeling like she was missing something. Her gun hidden in her boot felt like a hot iron pressed into her leg, the wire on her stomach as well. 

The courtyard was pretty strategically placed in their favor, filled with plants and trees. Their meeting spot was between a few trees, making vision undoubtedly difficult. She knew somewhere across the street, listening and watching would be two officers, waiting for the perps to lead her and the other girl to ‘the stash.’ They would follow and when the time was right, they would have backup units on scene. Eiki was just inside the facility, most likely watching from the windows. “So when-” She began, when an overly familiar voice called her name.

“Ellina!” 

Instinctively she turned, time and sound seeming to freeze as she did so. Even before she fully turned around her eyes widened as she realized her mistake.  An entirely rookie mistake. Stomach dropping through the ground, Ellina wanted to cry at what she had just done. Across the street was Yuuka, waving at her as she moved to cross towards them. 

“Who- Hey you said your name was Ryoko!” The perp that had been doing the most talking took a step back, his eyes narrowing at her. Yuuka called her name again. 

“Wait no-” Ellina started, turning back towards the four around her. Fear clogging up her throat as they all shifted away from her, each of them tensing up as they all realized what was happening. To her everything seemed to slow then move in hyper speed.

“Damnit this was a set up!” The second perp grabbed the other girl, dialing the phone in his hand. 

“Ellina what-” Eiki’s voice cut into her ear, before he was cut off by the sound of a grunt. His voice continued to fill her earpiece, but it was mostly incoherent cursing. 

“Move!” The head perp yelled, all three of them turnign and bolting, the main perp firmly dragging the unnamed girl with him, she seemed confused for a moment before being willing to side with the drug dealers over the cops. 

“Damnit!” Ellina yelled, dashing after them. Yuuka called her name once more and Ellina paused to yell over her shoulder. “Get out of here Yuuka! Get away!” She yelled as loud as possible, her feet pounding across the pavement after the perps.

“Waita-” Eiki’s voice cut into her ear once more just as she tackled two of the perps to the ground. One hit his head on a cement planter on the way down. Out cold, Ellina grabbed her gun from her boot and bashed it into the back of the other perp’s neck, grimacing as he went limp under her.

“Freeze now!” Ellina snarled, pointing her gun at the third perp who still had a grip on the arm of the poor girl. 

He stopped all the same, almost at the edge of the courtyard, turning slowly, keeping the shaking girl in front of him. Ellina glared at him, her gun not wavering. 

“Ellina get out of there!” Eiki’s sudden scream filled not only her ear but the courtyard as well, right before the entrance to the rehab facility exploded. 

“Eiki!” Ellina gasped, ducking from the explosion. Looking back up towards the perp and the girl, he shot her a sadistic grin, his eyes wild and unsane right before more explosions filled her ears and the courtyard was engulfed in flames.

[supersoldier-of-asgard]

Nodus Tollens (1/10)

• The realisation that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore •

Pairings : bucky x HYDRA!reader (gender-neutral) + Avengers

~2,5k words oop

Summary : you’ve been practically raised by HYDRA and The Wintersoldier has been your idol, someone you looked up to. What happens when you’re send to kill him and get captured by the avengers? 

Warnings whole fic : language, detailed discription of fighting and blood, a whole load of torture, trauma and a lot of angst ( if you want me to add something then please message me!)

Warnings for this chapter : needles (?) Detailed fighting and mentions of blood

A/N : so this is going to be a short series (hopefully) Please like/reblog/ tell me if you like it because I might not continue if no one reads it. I hope you enjoy! Leave feedback whether it’s good or bad!

OH AND ITS GONNA BE A SLOWBURN this isnt really gonna be a lovey dovey relationship.

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Masterlist

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March 2014, almost 4 years ago

“ Agent 0157, you’re expected at labratory 4. “ The scruffy voice through the intercom bounces off the walls, snapping you out of your trance. You take one last look at the small picture on your wall before making your way to the labratory. Men follow behind you and open the many doors before you, the sound of metal screeching open and closing overpowering the sound of the whispered voices in your head.

“ Sit down, please.” An unfamiliar man in a white coat stood by your chair, your usual doctor standing in a corner talking to the man you came to know of as boss.

You quietly obliged and took a seat, taking in a deep breath. Soft murmer filled your enhanced ears and you tried to focus on the conversation instead of the movements of the new doctor.

“—it doesn’t matter. He’s done for.”

“It’s vital we end it before he comes for us.”

“That will be no problem. We took this precaution years ago.”

“This won´t work-“

Their voices were muffled by your silent groans as the needles pricked your arm. You clenched your fists tightly as a cold shock waltzed through your nerves, tingling and eating at your skin. You were used to it by now, but the feeling of the serum intensified with every intake, leaving you to take the pain as it rushed through your veins like a fright train.

They paused their banter and watched in curiosity as your nails dug into your palms. The doctor looked at him with doubt, because he wasn’t sure if you could take what was comming. He was there ever since you were brought in years ago, and he knew you inside out.

The boss gave him a reassuring nod, whispering a quiet  ´ready’ before walking his way infront of you.

A wave of relief flooded you as the pain was digested, your muscles already seeming to grow stronger.

“How are you feeling?” Your eyes snapped to the source of the voice, a man in an all black suit standing before you with a wicked smile.

“Stronger,” you mumble, stretching your fingers and pressing them hard against your palm, flexing your muscles to feel the added power.

“Good. We have a new mission for you.”

You silently stare at him, awaiting his next words. But the name he uttered out of his mouth slapped you in the face, your head snapping to the ground in utter shock.

“We want you to kill The Wintersoldier.”

Your body tensed up, your thoughts flashing to the picture that hung on your wall of the man whom wore that name on his back.

“He escaped our grasp and fled. He isn’t our ally anymore, but our enemy. You have to make sure he isn’t a threat anymore.”

Your heart pounded in your ears as you awaited his next words, trying to share no sign of emotion.

“He has teamed up with Captain America, and is now probably planning his attack. I want you to do what we’ve trained you to do.”

It seemed as if your body couldn’t be more tense than it was, as you repeat the words at the same time it dripps from his lips.

“Be merciless, emotionless and don’t hesitate.”

June 2018, present

You stood a couple feet away from the infamous avengers building, contemplating your plan and going over every single detail as music filled your ears through the tiny musicplayer tucked in your pants.

You couldn’t mess this up. You couldn’t. This was your chance to prove yourself against him and you weren’t going to let something as stupid as emotions get in your way.

You knew what you were getting yourself into, but a well thought out plan wasn’t an option when you had so little time. They gave you a week.

A week to take The infamous, 101 year old assasin out. Oh, and not to forget he now has someone or maybe even multiple people protecting him with their lives. You had been prograstinating this mission since the words registered in your brain, and they didn’t have the patience left to spare. No one knew of your whereabouts, because a certain thought paced through your mind, begging to be freed in place of the one you were just about to perform.

You were wearing casual clothing, all of your weaponary under your clothes, safely hidden away. You knew their schedule by heart, the building inside out excluding the secret places since it’s hard to get access to that. Yet, you felt nervous.

You had never met him before, only seen from afar, on files you studied all night and hanging from your wall. How would you react when you would actually see him?

Be emotionless. You reminded yourself, taking a deep breath and letting your face fall into a blank stare. The music gave you courage to go inside.

It was 3 AM on a sunday, all of the avengers except Captain America and The Wintersoldier off to an unknown mission. The AI had been hacked a week ago to recognize your face as one of their own, so when you entered, you could easily walk through the first line of defence.

“Good morning Miss. Potts. What brings you here at this time?” You adjusted your ginger wig and cleared your throat.

“Just getting something important that I forgot.”

“Should I notify Mr. Stark?”

“No. It’s nothing important, he doesn’t have to know,” you calmly answered, clutching the little bottle in your hand while making your way to the elevator.

Once you entered the floor where all the bedrooms were, you made your way to the room of the Captain. Your feet dragged you to the door as if you had done it a hundred times, the place almost familiar to you.

You opened the door a creak without making sound, weary that he doesn’t wake up. He should be in a deep sleep now, as he normally goes to bed between 12 and 1 AM. You toss the bottle into the room and close the door, letting the gas fill the bedroom and into the system of the supersoldier. When a couple moments passed, you opened the door fully.

He was laying peacefully on the bed, his chest heaving up and down in the dark. You quickly walked up to him, pricking the needles in his arms and filling his nerves with the numbing serum.This would give you an hour to do your job, so you quickly closed the door and walked to the room opposite.

Once you got closer, your enhanced ears picked up the rapid thumping of a heartbeat behind the booming of the drums from the music through your earphones.

He was laying on his back, his chest rapidly moving and his metal arm clutching the sheets as tightly as he could. His sweaty hair stuck around his face, grunts leaving his clenched teeth.

He was having a nightmare or a panick attack.

You watched in curiosity as the plates of his metal arm moved and jittered at his movements. His eyes were tightly closed, causing crinkles to form that stretched across his nose. you could see the way he tried to hold back his screams, rigged breathing and muffled screams leaving his lips. You wondered what he was dreaming about.

This was going to be quick and easy, and you were almost disappointed he wasn’t going to put up a fight. The Wintersoldier shouldn’t be taken down this easily.

You slowly took out the needle and with a quick movement went to stab it through his arm. Before you could though, the coldness of his metal hand spread across your wrist, your movements coming to a halt as your bloodflow stopped for a couple seconds. Your breathing involuntarily hitched as your other free hand went to your gun when his eyes shot open.

Talked too quickly.

He tossed you to the other side of the room, your back colliding with the wall as the needle flung to god knows where. You quickly stood up again, throwing one of your knives through the blanket of the dark his way, only for him to dodge it.

He charged your way and flung his arm to your face, causing you to duck and take the opportunity to hit him in his abdomen as hard as you could.

He just woke up from a nightmare, so he was still trying to come to his senses and make out what was happening. He blindly fought the intruder, his mind not registering a plan or even a tactic.

You had advantage. You slid your knife across his right arm, the night showing his blood a dark red oozing out of the wound, rolling behind him as he tried to kick with his bare feet. You fired your gun at him but he either dodged it or hit it with his metal arm.

Blood pooled in your mouth as his knee collided with your face, but you spit it in his face, jumping to the needle that caught your eye. He kicked it away before swiftly kicking your face to fling you across the room.

“STEVE!” His raspy voice shouted for his friend and you smirked, knowing he won’t wake up soon.

Bucky caught the look on your face as rage pumped through his veins and drew the curtains from his eyes. He messily tried to punch you, but you blocked his metal arm with ease, stopping all his other movements and headbutting him to the floor.

You finally grabbed the needle, throwing one of your knifes his way to distract him. It scraped his face, but he whipped his sticky hair out of his mouth and charged your way. His fingers caught the strands of your hair as he yanked it.

Or should it be wig, as he ripped it out a little too harshly and stumbled back from the force. Before he could process anything, you stuck the needle in his leg. He stumbled to the ground but kicked you down with him, almost in sync with the drop of the beat from the melodies occupying your hearing.

You rolled around quiet some time, him trying to pin your arms down and you trying to free them and punch him, before he had the upper hand and closed his left hand around your throat while trapping your body between his and the floor.

You kept your straight face as he clenches his fingers, trying to make you give up. You thrusted your hips foreward and closed your legs aroung his waist, pressing as hard as you could to weigh him down. You could see he was struggling as the serum kicked in.

“Who the fuck are you and what did you just put in me?!” he spat, standing up and smashing you into the wall. Your feet dangled above the ground but you continued to stare blankly at him, his pale blue eyes still clouded by his lack of sleep.

It was a wonder your earplugs hadn’t flung out yet.

Your hand quietly pressed a button on your sleeve, a knife emerging that you stabbed through his chest with as much force as you could muster. It went pretty deep and even surprised you. He let go, clutching his wound while trying to stay on his feet.

Whatever you had put in him, made him weak and he hated it. His long brown hair stuck on his face and shielded his eyes, as he blindly swung his arms, denting walls but not touching the person he has yet to identify.

You hit him hard in the back, causing him to fall on his knees. You quickly took control and held him down on the floor, placing a tiny device on his shoulder that would make him lose control of his left arm. He turned and gasped in shock as he couldn’t move his arm, instead headbutting you.

You stumbled back and just as he was about to sit on you, you kicked his chest where you had stabbed him, throwing a metal bounder on him that wrapped itself around him like a blanket. He went to charge at you but dropped on his knees as electric shocks numbed his body.

Bucky couldn’t seem to find the strength to stand up anymore, let alone fight. The metal bound that kept his numbing arms down pressed cold against his chest. Breathing was hard and the coldness of the metal forced him to stay awake.

He was starting to accept his fate when you walked up to him with another needle. Before you could inject him, something hit your hand hard and made you drop it.

You turned around to see Captain standing there, analyzing the situation before him as he charged as hard as he could. His hair was still messy and the pyjamas clung to his body. You had injected him with two serums as well as the smoke bomb so he was weaker than soldier was.

He grunted as he couldn’t seem to control his arms and legs, moving slower than usual and out of breath faster than normal. He picked his shield up as you two began to fight for what seemed like eternity, bucky watching in agony at the sight before him.

It was still night, the rest of the world asleep and the lack of sound from cars making everything surreal and feeling like he hadn’t woken up from the nightmare he had had a couple moments ago.

Captain screamed in pain as you shot him in the legs with your gun, taking his shield and throwing it out of the window. You shot him three more times on both of his shoulders and watched him fall to the ground, out of breath from the fighting.

“Steve!” Bucky croaked out, not accepting the fact they lost so easily. This had to be a dream.

You injected both of them again to make sure it doesn´t wear out and enclosed the metal bound around Captain too. He looked up at you from the ground and screamed.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS.”

You didn’t answer him as you stepped towards the former Wintersoldier.

“LET HIM GO I WILL KILL YOU!” Steve fought against the metal but couldn’t find the strength to break it. He wasn’t about to let his best friend he just found again be taken away for the second time.

The music danced through your ears as you filled up and cocked your gun, the sound of Steve’s pleas drowned out by the lyrics. You aimed it at bucky’s head almost robotically, his blue eyes watching you without emotion, accepting his fate.

You tapped your finger on the trigger, your thoughts screaming at you to stop. You shook your head and held your breath, gripping bucky’s hair in your fist with a quick motion. He grunted and looked up at you with furrowed eyebrows, the words seemingly writting on the creases of his forehead. The blood that you spit on his face smudged around his eyebrows, his sweaty hair clinging to your bruised fingers.

“Be merciless, emotionless and don’t hesitate,” you whispered to yourself in encouragement, your voice sounding foreign to your ears. All these years you’ve prepared for this moment, and all you had to do was pull the goddamn trigger.

Your eyes stared at the helpless man before you, the deep dark ocean-blue of his eyes locking you in place. The same blue that kept you going when things got tough, the same blue that encouraged you to become stronger, the blue that lulled you to sleep. The blue that lightened your vision when all you could see was red.

“Look at how pathetic you look right now,” you whispered harshly, not able to hold yourself back to say the words that you were dying to say to him, as these were going to be the last words he was going to hear anyways.

“You were strong, vicious and the best soldier ever known to men and now... crouching at my feet like nothing more that a regular man.” Your grip on his hair loosened, instead your gun caressing his face as he motionlessly locked your gaze.

“You were The Wintersoldier, but now you depend on a weak and stupid old friend that makes you vulnera-“

Your speech was cut short by a familair burning feeling on your back, followed shortly by a blow to the head. Your vision darkened more than it already was at this time of the day in the night, as you slowly turned your head to see a faint red smudge standing at the doorway.

The floor pulled you to the ground, the music in your ears slowly fading out and becoming incomprehensible as you let the night swallow your soul.

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A/N : as you might have guessed, civil war never happened in this story and I’m also not going to include wanda or vision! Everyone is happily in avengers tower

part 2

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[cannibalisticshadows]

Nightcall (1/2)

Inspired and named after the song “Nightcall” by Kavinsky 

Rating: T

Pairing: Megamind/Roxanne

Tags: Angst with a happy ending. 

Summary: Megamind can’t take it anymore. He has to tell her.

(ao3 link) | (part 2)

He’s sick.

It’s shameful how badly the words sit on his tongue, begging as if it’s life or death to be said. And it’s sick. So, so sick. Evil gods above, common sense screamed that everything about this was wrong on a million levels. Though “common sense” never applied to him much, this was a boundary even he was unwilling to cross. Their relationship was professional!

But how can he help it when he sees her walk away, hips swaying side to side like a metronome that seems to beat to his heart. He wants to cry out from the tugging at his soul the farther she is from him.

So, he supposes that’s why he’s always taking her. Mr. Tighty-Whities goes out and entertains hundreds of woman, but there’s only one woman that’s worth the effort.

These day’s he’s taking her more frequently. Half-assed schemes be damned, all he cares now is seeing her face again, right in front of him and not on television. To hear her voice being spoken just for him, tones low and seductive and just for him.

Temptress...

He can’t even...

He digs his fingernails into his palms so hard that even through the kid leather it hurts. He can feel it behind his gums, unsoothable even with his own tongue, which drools with the mere thought of being allowed to touch her in the most chase of ways.

The need to have her to himself has become overpowering. He writes out absurdly poor or well-thought-out plans just for the sake of telling Minion to fetch Ms. Ritchi. Once every-other week has become weekly.

Weekly incidents have become twice, or even thrice, a week.

“Are you okay?” She asks suddenly, tied to her chair and being quieter than usual. No. No that’s not right. She’s supposed to be talking about the plan. Taunting him. Bantering with him. Why isn’t she!? "You kinda seem... tired."

He nervously runs his hands down the crappy built control system of today’s Evil Scheme. It’s cold here, biting at his exposed skin, but the heat of his desperate, sick want keeps him heated. Bitting into his lower lip, he hunches over the buttons and knobs with his back turned to her. But he watches her from the little mirror he put beside him.

“I am ecstatic,” he says with false, half-mad cheer. “Today is the day Metro Man will die.”

“Wow,” she says mildly. She pauses. “Never hear a death threat before.” Despite her tone they both know it’s true. He usually says defeat. Is she frightened for once? Nowadays he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. He bites harder, this time on the tip of his tongue.

He tastes metallic, and it burns his throat.

“Just shut up and be a damsel for once?” He sneers, baring his teeth and turning around to show her. He’s angry at himself, not her.

But it makes Roxanne jolt in her seat, comically surprised. Then she goes still, eyes wide with... Something. He can't read her. Always guessing, with her. She doesn’t respond, but shrinks a bit in her chair, glowering at him with suspicion.

It’s a weird feeling to drawl out this reaction from her.

~.~.~

He’s becoming more desperate to help his vice. Withdrawal starts the second Wayne throws him into prison, keeping him quiet and brewing over the duration of his stay. The guards notice; they steer clear of him.

No one is surprised when he breaks out not twenty-four hours later, snarling at the one puny guard who dares to raise a gun at him when he comes charging out.

Minion, barely given the warning he’s breaking out on his own, manages to catch him a few miles away from the prison he’s running from.

He’s sick. Still sick. Still wants to barrel himself through this confusing life with the little bits of the drug that’s pretty much the only thing keeping him afloat. An unquenchable hunger that has nothing to do with food, and it gnaws at him like a flesh-eating parasite. And it’s so, so wrong. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. Shouldn’t be physically shaking everything she moans his name in tiredness at yet another kidnapping. Shouldn’t be crying into his pillow at night because he wants to hear her voice outside of the television.

Kidnappings are more frequent. At the third kidnapping this week, Roxanne is barely awake which slightly pisses him off. This is a two-person job. He can’t just broadcast their trysts with her snoozing!!! He wants to grab this little woman by the shoulders and shake her—gently—because he just wants to talk to her.

Curse his alien psychology. Because he damn well knows what is happening to him. He knows why he’s resorted to spending more time in his room, biting at his own flesh because he can’t have what he wants. No. What he needs. Minion is starting to catch on, a bit, and Megamind cannot let that happen. No. No he doesn’t feel anything more than an annoyance for Ms. Ritchi, Minion! I am not falling into the same cycle my ancestors did!

He has to convince himself that his tone is somewhat convincing. Because it isn’t.

Tonight he’s determined to do it better. Today’s kidnapping ended before it even began, thanks to a sloppily build machine. It ended with a bitter, nasty remark at her choice in dress. He feels like a boy on schoolgrounds, tugging at the cute girl’s hair to get her attention.

But anyway. He fixed the machine and he demands a do-over. Tonight. At this very moment.

She’s at home, according to one of his spy-bots. not gonna admit that he’s so wretched over his own alien heart he’s started to spy on her in an indirect way.

He’s already on his hoverbike, because Minion, bless him, finally passed out from being worked too hard. He’s getting really close to Roxanne’s place when—

“Oh, no you don’t,” says a disapproving, gruff voice.

Snatched out of the air, his bike’s handles caught in the same beefy hands used to grab his collar, Megamind finds himself dangling and flailing his limbs.

Fucking Wayne. Fucking fucking fucking Wayne. What does he have to do at this time of night around Roxanne’s place, the bloody creep.

Oh. No. Megamind’s the creep, he viciously realizes, eyes ablaze with fury. Wayne’s the perfect boyfriend. Fuck him, Megamind weeps internally.

“Listen, little buddy,” the meat-head starts, pissing off the other alien even more. “You’ve kidnapped Roxie four times this week. What’s your problem?”

“You are my problem,” he hisses vehemently. “Let go!”

“No,” Wayne sighed, flying off closer to her apartment. Still spitting curses, but also rather confused, because why bring him to his destination when he was usually dropped off at the prison when caught? “You need to see this.”

Wayne drops him on the balcony without delicacy, making Megamind hand on his side with the air sucked out of him. Huffing, he stands and wipes dust off him. He breathes in, catching the faint vegetation scent of her potted plants.

His long-time enemy lands beside him on his white-clad toes, staring inside of the glass doors. Peeved, he meets where his gaze lands.

It’s Roxanne. Yes, she is home, and not at all conscious.

She’s still dressed in the same outfit from earlier; a sleeveless, deep wine-red—almost black—dress that flared at the knees, hugging her hips and derrière like a godforsaken glove. She looked good enough to drink. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, earlier,

That could have been a terrible, terrible tease if she hadn’t spent the duration of their short encounter today falling asleep. Why was she so tired lately?

She’s conked out on her red couch, one leg hiked up over the back of the couch, the other hanging off with her heal barely hanging onto her big toe. Her hair is completely disheveled, her mouth parted open as she drools slightly onto the couch’s fabric. One of her arms is curled up behind her hair, with the other hanging off the side of the couch.

And with that hand she’s gripping onto a bottle of wine. Her mascara has smeared down her face like black veins.

“You need to back off a bit,” Wayne said, his heroism voice gone and replaced with something that actually sounded human. It made things a hundred times worse because Megamind knew what his problem was.

He stood and stared at his poor Roxanne. Why. What the fuck is wrong with him!?

Wayne grabbed him by the collar before he could linger another moment, and he’s being thrown back into prison, to the bewilderment of the Warden. Can’t blame the old man; everyone could see Megamind was finally losing his marbles. He could see the thoughts in their eyes.

But as he sat in his cell, the tv on but muted, familiar orange jumpsuit scratchy against his sensitive blue skin, he thought over this hell of a month. He was sick of this. Sick of his wretched alien secret of this… need.

It should be below him. It should be abolished from his DNA; a trait his pre-evolved ancestors needed for… things. He was a scientist; an evil genius; a lone wolf. He shouldn’t be made weak by the simple, kind smile of a blue-eyed reporter.

Yet he was.

And he knew what he had to do.

Before it destroyed him.

[susan-gampre]

Ship questions (au of course): Lochlan and Susan

1. Made the first move: God forbid there be a time where Lochlan and Isolde ultimately break up, or never were (fuck off thats a brilliant pairing of peeps there), but if there were such an au… I believe Lochlan would be the one to make the first move. But in a dorky way, like where he’d dress up as a cupid angel, throw a plush love arrow at Susan’s head then immediately show her a picture of him lookin’ finer than wine, so she’ll fall in love with the first thing she see’s.

Or something equally dorky.

2. The big spoon: Susan. No competition.

3. The little spoon: See big spoon! You know what that means? Susan’ll wrestle Loch into being little spoon - and then maybe she gets hurt alil, whines and whimpers and guilts him into fetal position.

4. The cuddler: I think Susan may have found a challenger to take her reigning crown as cuddler this time around. I feel it deep in my soul that Loch would cuddle as much as possible – like he wouldn’t even be moderately irritated when Susan just spider monkey’s him at random. Just curls his arms around her, kisses her forehead (if able) and resumes with whatever he was doing.

5. Cries during movies: Unless it’s a movie where the animal dies (98% certain they both would cry), or its a sarcastic kinda sobbing (Lochlan might do that in a joking manner)… Neither of them.

6. More affectionate: It may depend on the situation, in which Lochlan might win this honor, but what I can be certain is it’s Susan – though she’d be most affectionate in private.

7. Their favorite non-sexual activity: I believe they’d be the kinda couple who trains together. Just out in the field doing sword play, in a gym practicing hand-to-hand combat, or out at the shooting range making use of their guns/bows.

Maybe thats just me.

8. More nervous to meet the parents: Like every fucking ship prompt I’ve done, these two dont seem to be the kinda people who give a crap for the opinions of the other’s family. Susan isnt dating his parents, Lochlan isn’t dating her mom.

The only opinions that matter is eachothers of eachother.

9. More protective/jealous: I believe this is an equal sortta thing.

I kinda think Lochlan would be protective? I dont believe he’d really accept her choice in remaining in her career as a Madam, so he may get jealous easily if he happens upon seeing her with a customer.

Susan would be super jealous and protective, because he’s hot, so much of a goof that he reminds her of her late boyfriend Tomen, and he’s just over all a good guy.

So she’ll cut a bitch’s throat open without hesitation if they try to rub up on her fella.

10. Sneaks into the shower with the other in the mornings: … Lochlan.

11. Initiates sexy times the most:  I think it depends on the kinda day they’re having. It could very well be equal.

12. Fuck or make love: Make. Love.

13. Behind the wheel more often during road trips: That’s all Lochlan. Susan’ll be too busy bitching in the passenger seat while trying to read the map.

14. Gives the silent treatment when they’re mad at each other: Susan. She’s just petty and easily made angry, so while the silent treatment is an attempt to punish her beau, it’s also her attempt to calm down so she can return to the conversation to discuss the issue rationally.

15. Reaches for the other’s hand first: Loch. I feel like he’d do it just cause he understands that she enjoys small, intimate moments like that, but doesn’t wanna bother her sweetums with such things.

16. Whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear at inappropriate times: I think it’s gonna be the both of them. They’d make a game of it, really.

17. Comes up with cheesy pick-up lines: Lochlan. He’s a cheeky kinda guy who seems to make jokes and tease alot. Cheesy pick up lines just seems like his kinda thing.

18. Their ship name: S.S. Sulan / Lochan

Bonus…. Just cause I love doing it!

19. Their theme song:

@waroftwowolves

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

As Long As I’m With You (pt. 5)

Last part guys! Thank you to everyone who’s read this, and for being so patient in the wait for this part, I know I kept you waiting a long time. @rejection-isnt-failure @babywolverineswift @useless-lesbian-nikki

*BANG* The world seemed to stop turning. There was no sound. No movement. Nothing. For that brief moment all seemed calm. All seemed safe. And then, the world came crashing back into life, Amy stopping dead in her tracks as Hobart reeled backwards, the snipers bullet hitting him square in the chest. She ran to him, dropping the bag on the floor as she went. He may have hurt her friends, but at the end of the day he was still her father. She still loved him despite everything that happened. No, she didn’t condone what he’d done, nor did she understand it, but this was still the man who raised her, villain or not, and this was the man who had taught her to sing. Dropping to her knees, she realised the bullet had been fatal, and death instantaneous. Amy let out a sob, wishing that the situation hadn’t come to this. In her heart of hearts, she’d always known that this was how things between her and her father would end, but it didn’t make it any easier. “Why couldn’t you have been a normal dad?” she whispered, tears pouring down her face, “Why did you have to be like this? Was I not enough for you?” She sniffed hard, reaching forward and closing her father’s eyes, taking a few moments to herself to mourn her loss. Amy knew that the other Bellas wouldn’t understand why she was mourning him, given everything he had done, and so these few minutes that she had were her only time to do so. She heard the thudding of footsteps and knew that Chicago and his team were rapidly approaching. Her gaze turned her friends, assuming that the gun shot she’d heard had been the sniper. To her horror, she saw the damage that her father’s gun had caused. The dark red of the blood contrasted sharply with the pale skin of the bullet’s recipient. There seemed to be too much of it, but Amy could just make out the rise and fall of her friend’s chest. The other seemed relatively unharmed, tears pouring down her face as she gently pulled the injured party into her lap, stroking her hair. “Why did you do that?” She asked, blue eyes glittering with tears. “I couldn’t let him shoot you weirdo.” Her voice was soft and raspy, every word a serious effort. “You’re going to be okay.” The words of comfort were met with a snort of derision. “You’re Beca ‘effin Mitchell.” Beca rolled her eyes, wincing as a wave of pain ran through her. She looked into deep into Chloe’s eyes past the fear and the sadness, and saw love. This was it. It had to be now. If she waited any longer she might not get to say it. “Chloe I-” She was interrupted by the arrival of a small group of soldiers, the paramedic amongst them kneeling down to inspect the wound. “It’s better if you don’t talk hun.” She smiled at the brunette who frowned in response. “But I-” “She’s right Beca. You need to save your strength.” Beca bit back a scathing retort. Of course Chicago was here. Why wouldn’t he be? Why wouldn’t he be here telling her to shut up right when she was about to tell Chloe that she loved her? “We need to get her to the hospital STAT.” “I’m going with her.” Chloe’s tone was insistent and non-wavering. She couldn’t leave Beca now. She’d saved her life. She needed to be with her, now more than ever. “I don’t know if-” “It’s okay. We’ll follow in a separate car.” Chicago interrupted the paramedic, knowing full well that the lack of space was his comrades primary concern. “No, no, I have to be with her, I can’t leave her.” The red-head protested, looking back down at Beca who was slowly losing consciousness. “I’m sorry. If you want to come with us to the hospital this is how it has to be. And it has to be now.” Chloe looked down at the brunette again, tears spilling down her cheeks. Beca’s eyes were beginning to flutter shut, and Chloe knew that now was not the time to be selfish or stubborn. She’d have the time to say it later. Right now, the only priority was saving Beca’s life. She gently stroked Beca’s face, smiling softly. “I’ll be right behind you. I’m not going anywhere.” She whispered, gently getting to her feet, stepping back as the paramedic attended to the struggling brunette, tears pouring down her face. She tore her eyes from Beca, looking around the square, eyes meeting Amy’s, the younger blonde simply watching the situation unfold. Chloe walked over to Amy, the Australian taking a deep breath as the ginger reached her. “Chloe I’m-” Chloe interrupted Amy, throwing her arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug. “It’s okay.” She whispered in her ear, fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her, “It isn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known.” “I should’ve. He’s my dad, how could I not have seen this?” Chloe pulled away, cupping Amy’s face in her hands, “It’s not your fault. I’m serious Amy. I’m gonna go with Beca okay? I’ll keep you updated. Mourn your dad. You’re entitled to.” Amy simply nodded, overwhelmed by the kindness shown by her friend. She didn’t deserve it. She should’ve seen this coming. She could have done more. Chicago placed a hand on Chloe’s shoulder, who lept away, instantly defensive. “Whoa, whoa, it’s okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump.” The soldier held up his hands defensively. “Are we going or not?” Chloe snapped, the only thing on her mind was Beca’s condition. “Y-yeah. Amy, the guys are gonna take you back to the base, you’ll be safe there.” Chloe had walked off before Chicago had finished his sentence, clambering into the waiting vehicle. She lay her head against the window, closing her eyes as the vehicle rumbled down the roads. She was exhausted, her thoughts only of the brunette in the transporter in front of them. She couldn’t lose her. Not now, not after everything they’d been through. She drifted off, sighing softly. “Please let Beca be okay.” She mumbled. *** “Aubrey, will you stop pacing! You’re making me dizzy.” Cynthia-Rose complained, shaking her head. “I’ll stop pacing, when you stop cracking your knuckles!” Aubrey snapped, head whipping round as she glared at the young singer, “Sorry…” she sighed, “I pace when I’m nervous, you crack your knuckles for the same reason… I shouldn’t have snapped.” Aubrey sank into a seat, head in her hands. Cynthia-Rose placed an arm around her shoulders, smiling softly. “It’s okay. We’re all anxious Bree.” “I know. I just- shouldn’t we have heard something by now?” Aubrey was exasperated at the seeming lack of progress. They had been sat in the army base for over two hours with no communication from Chicago. Cynthia-Rose opened her mouth to respond, interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up. The Bellas unanimously stood up, praying beyond hope that it was good news. The soldiers walked in, Aubrey’s breath catching in her throat as she scanned the entering group looking for her friends. And then, there she was. Tear stained, but still very much alive, Amy stood in the foyer. There was a brief pause, before Aubrey, closely followed by the rest of the Bellas, ran to Amy, pulling her into a tight hug, the younger blonde sobbing into her Aubrey’s shoulder. “You’re okay Amy. We’ve got you. You’re safe now.” Aubrey held back her own tears, comforting Amy after all the turmoil she’d been through. Aubrey pulled away, smiling softly and looking around for her other missing friends. She frowned when she realised that Beca and Chloe were nowhere to be seen. “Where are-?” She started, looking back at Amy who shook her head, unable to form words, “No. They’re not-?” Amy shook her head again, clearing her throat, “They’re at the hospital. Beca she- she pushed Chloe out of the way- there was so much blood- I-” Aubrey pulled her into a tight hug again, rubbing small circles on her back, shushing quietly as Amy broke down, completely and utterly broken. “It’s okay. We’ll go and see them at the hospital. They can’t turn us away if we turn up with the U.S. Army.” Amy giggled slightly, nodding. The Bellas walked in unison towards the group of soldiers, heads held high, determination radiating off them. “We need you to take us to the hospital to see Beca and Chloe.” Zeke turned to face the group, coming face to face with Aubrey, her eyes blazing with determination, almost daring the soldier to say no. “Alright. Chloe probably needs you all for support.” Aubrey simply nodded, leading the rest of the Bellas to yet another transport vehicle, wondering if this ordeal was ever going to end. *** Chloe lept out of the car as they reached the hospital, rushing over to the transporter as Beca was lifted onto a waiting trolley. “How is she?” She asked, barely holding back the tears as she watched the brunette be rolled into to the hospital, barely keeping pace with the paramedic. “She’s certainly a fighter.” Came the response, the paramedic too preoccupied with her patient to give the red head a definitive answer. Chloe all but ran after the paramedic, stopping only when a nurse blocked her path as Beca entered the ER. “You’re going to have to wait outside miss.” “No. She needs me, I promised I wouldn’t leave her!” The flame haired woman went to move around her, the nurse moving with her. “I’m sorry. No non-essential personnel in the ER. I can show you to the relative’s room if you like? I’ll make sure the doctor updates you with any progress.” “No, I need to be with her!” Chloe was becoming frantic, desperate to know what was happening to the woman that she loved. “I really am sorry. But those are the rules.” The nurse placed a gentle hand on Chloe’s arm, causing the young woman to flinch away, “Sorry. Sorry. Why don’t you come with me? Hm? We’ll get you something to drink and something to warm you up. You’re freezing.” Chloe threw one last, desperate look at the ER, dreading the thought of losing Beca again. She couldn’t just walk away. She couldn’t willingly leave Beca, not after everything that had happened. “Come on sweetheart. There’s nothing more you can do for her now.” “I can’t lose her… not now.” Chloe shook her head, tears pouring down her cheeks. The nurse reached out again, placing her hand on the red-heads arm. This time she didn’t flinch, simply standing there, eyes fixed on the closed doors of the ER. “Alright. Why don’t we just stand here then, wait it out a little?” The nurse saw the haunted look in the blue eyes of the woman in front of her, realising it was best to let her take it at her own pace. They stood in silence, the department bustling around them, as Chloe stood transfixed, eyes not once leaving the ER doors as she waited for something to happen. Anything that would tell her that Beca was okay. The nurse eventually managed to guide Chloe to the relative’s room, sitting her down on a chair in the corner. Time seemed to pass exceptionally slowly, every second feeling like a minute, every minute feeling like an hour. What was going on in there? How was Beca doing? Was she going to be okay? Did she even know that she was here? The red head sniffed softly, pulling her arms closer to her chest, shivering slightly as she realised how cold it was in A + E. She felt something be placed around her shoulders, jumping slightly as she met the nurse’s gaze. “Sorry love, I just figured you’d want a blanket. You’re shivering. They took your friend up to theatre about half an hour ago. I’ll let you know when I have more news.” “Thanks…” Chloe mumbled, pulling it tighter around her, not really registering what was going on, too preoccupied with all the what-ifs in her head. She was running through every possible outcome, each one more terrible than the next. She could feel herself spiralling out of control, drowning in her thoughts, unable to anchor herself without Beca. Chloe closed her eyes, ready to let go of her sanity. “Chloe?” The red heads eyes snapped open, as that familiar voice rang around the room, her eyes meeting the warm blue ones that had comforted her for so many years. “Aubrey?” She whispered, not quite daring to believe that she was here. The tall blonde gave her a watery smile, running to her as Chloe stood up. Aubrey hugged her as tight as she could, Chloe sobbing into her shoulder, so relieved to see that her friend was okay. The other Bellas soon joined them, each taking it in turns to give the ginger a tight hug, grateful that at least one of them was okay. There were plenty of tears, all worries briefly forgotten as the young women were glad to be reunited with Chloe. Eventually, Chloe sat down again, the release of emotion utterly exhausting her. Aubrey sat next to her, putting her arm around her best friend’s shoulders. The rest of them settled in the room in various seats, none of them sitting on their own, all feeling the need to be close to each other. “How’s Beca?” Aubrey asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room. Chloe sniffed, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t know. I think they took her up to theatre, but that’s the last I heard.” Aubrey simply nodded, squeezing her shoulder, her head resting on the other shoulder. They sat in silence, all of them concerned for Beca, a noticeable dynamic missing from the group. “You know, if Beca was here she’d be making some inappropriate sarcastic comment about now…” Cynthia-Rose smirked, shaking her head fondly. Smiles spread through the group as they murmured in agreement. “Yeah, can you imagine? ‘Jeez lighten up guys, it’s not like anybody died yet’.” Ashley giggled. A ripple of laughter spread through the group, even Chloe managing a small smile. “Oh my God, do you remember the time we had to leave that bar really quickly after Beca got sassy with that biker?” Emily rolled her eyes. “Jesus, I actually thought we were gonna die that night.” Aubrey laughed at the memory, “He was twice her size, and I still would’ve backed Beca.” “That was the last time we let her drink sangria…” Amy chuckled, shaking her head. The Bellas laughed, exchanging more stories in which Beca’s antics had nearly ended up landing them all in hot water. Chloe said nothing, content to listen to them swapping stories of the woman she loved. This, for now at least, was enough to keep her mind from wandering. Aubrey had noticed the haunted look in the red-head’s eyes and whilst the others were swapping tales she got to her feet, pulling Chloe to one side. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, a couple of bruises but nothing serious.” Chloe shrugged, arms folded across her chest. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.” The blonde arched her eyebrow, her eyes full of concern. “Aubrey…” “No. You can brush it off with everyone else, but not with me Chlo. I know you, and I know what you’ve been through.” Chloe looked away, tears welling in her eyes, “I don’t want to talk about it. Beca’s the priority here.” Aubrey placed a hand on her arm, frowning as Chloe flinched away. “Chloe it’s okay. What you went through-” “What I went through is none of your business. Just drop it Aubrey.” Chloe snapped, sitting down again, leaving Aubrey shocked at her friend’s uncharacteristic outburst. The Bellas were interrupted as the door to the waiting room opened, all eyes turning to the doctor who walked in. He looked around the room, frowning in confusion. “Is everyone here for Beca Mitchell?” He asked. Chloe stood up quickly, nodding in response, “Is she okay?” “She’s out of theatre. She sustained significant injuries to her torso. The bullet tore her spleen and punctured a lung. Now, we’ve managed to repair to the tear in her lung, but the spleen was so badly damaged that we’ve had to remove it.” “Doesn’t she need that?” Chloe exclaimed, colour draining from her face. “Not necessarily. She can live without it, but she will be more prone to infections.” “So… she’s going to be okay?” Aubrey was cautious of being hopeful, but she couldn’t help it. Was this finally over? “She’s stable, which is not the same thing unfortunately. Your friend has lost a lot of blood, there’s still a chance she won’t make it. The next twenty-four hours are crucial.” Aubrey nodded, holding back tears. When would this nightmare end? “Can we see her?” The Bella leader asked. “Not all of you at once I’m afraid. I don’t know if there’d be much point anyway, she’s been sedated, and we don’t know when, or if, she’ll wake up.” “What about Chloe? Can she sit with her? Just so there’s somewhere there just in case.” Aubrey nodded at the red head, who’s eyes pleaded with the doctor in front of her. “Okay. Just Chloe though.” “Of course.” Aubrey pulled Chloe into a hug again, “Go and sit with her.” She whispered, “Forget everything else and just tell her how you feel.” “How did you-?” Chloe gasped. “I know you Chlo. I’m here whenever you’re ready.” The red head pulled away, tears in her eyes, nodding at her best friend of over decade. She followed the doctor to the ward, her head spinning. Would Beca be okay? Had she waited too long to tell her how she felt? Would she lose her after all? “She’s in here.” The doctor opened the door for Chloe, nodding as she thanked him and walked in. Chloe’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell upon the woman she loved. Somehow, despite all the tubes and wires that surrounded her, Beca was still breathtakingly beautiful. The red-head moved to the side of the bed, tucking a lock of hair behind Beca’s ear, smiling fondly. “What sort of mess have you got yourself into this time Mitchell?” She took a seat next to her bed, her eyes never once leaving the beautiful woman. “You really scared me back there y’know? I can’t believe you did that for me. You’re crazy you know?” Chloe snorted, rolling her eyes. “You’d be taking the piss out of me if you could hear me now. I know you don’t do sappy, and I’ve got nothing but sappy stored up. Mind you, it’s not like you even know what’s going on right now. There’s so much I need to tell you. So much I should have told you a long time ago.” She sniffed, tears falling down her cheeks again, rolling her eyes. “Dammit, I bet you’re sick to death of my crying. I know I am. Why can’t I be strong like you? I’ve watched you deal with so much adversity in the last seven years, and you’ve come through all of it. I would have crumbled at the first hurdle. I know you think that I always see the good in everything, and that I’m this insanely positive person, but it’s all just to hide how insecure I feel. Honestly if you could read my mind you’d think every little situation was a Doomsday scenario.” Beca’s finger twitched, unnoticed by Chloe who was too busy looking fondly at the brunette’s face to notice it. Beca had stirred quietly just as Chloe had tucked her hair behind her ear a few moments ago, but had decided to keep her eyes shut, preferring to let the ginger ramble on. Now however, she had taken all the rambling she could handle. “God you don’t half waffle on.” She croaked, letting her eyelids flutter open. Chloe gasped in surprise, her tears falling faster as she looked into those deep blue eyes. “How much did you hear?” She asked, a grin plastered from ear to ear. “Literally all of it, I just wanted to see how long you’d ramble for before you realised I was awake. Then I realised you probably wouldn’t.” Beca grinned, wincing as she went to sit up. “Hey, hey let me help.” Chloe got up from her seat, gently easing Beca into a sitting position, rearranging her pillows for comfort, “I can’t believe you let me just ramble on like that…” “Oh come on, are you really surprised?” Beca laughed, the force of it sending another twinge of pain through her. Chloe simply rolled her eyes in response, taking Beca’s hand in hers. The brunette simply smiled, squeezing it. “I thought I was going to lose you Beca.” Chloe’s voice was barely a whisper. “Nah, you’re not that lucky.” Beca grinned, “You’re stuck with me for a while yet Beale.” “Good… there-there’s something I need to say Beca, and I don’t know how to do it.” “Wait, me first. I was trying to tell you something back in the square before fucking Chicago turned up, and if I don’t say it now, I might never say it.” Chloe nodded, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. She had to tell Beca how she felt about her, but she knew the brunette was stubborn and so she had to let her go first. What if Beca was about to tell her that she wanted some space from her? Or that she was moving out? “Chloe… I- I know this might come as a shock, and I know that you probably don’t feel the same way but… well, ever since me met I-” Beca struggled with her words, her nerves suddenly getting the better of her. Why was it so much easier to do this on the brink of death? Chloe frowned in confusion, not quite understanding what the brunette was getting at. She couldn’t possibly be… could she? “I-I- fuck it.” Beca growled, ignoring the pain that shot through her as she reached over, sitting up and grabbing Chloe’s t-shirt, pulling her into a kiss. For a few heart-stopping moments the kiss went unreciprocated, Beca beginning to pull away convinced she’d made the biggest mistake of her life. It was at that point that Chloe chased her lips, returning the kiss with as much emotion and passion as she could muster, making up for lost time. Beca eventually pulled away when the pain in her abdomen got too much to bear, wincing as she lowered herself back into a comfortable position. The red-head grinned, biting her lip as their eyes met. “I love you Beca Mitchell.” She said, stroking the side of her face. “I love you too Chloe Beale.” Beca couldn’t stop smiling, unable to believe what had just happened. Chloe got to her feet, walking round to the side of the bed, gently clambering up next to Beca. She lay next to her, smiling softly as Beca adjusted her position again so she was curled up in the red-heads arms. It wasn’t long before both of them drifted off, exhausted from the day’s events but utterly blissful in each other’s arms. *** Beca stirred, smiling softly as her eyes fell upon the still sleeping red-head. This wasn’t the first time she’d woken up in Chloe’s arms (they did share a sofa bed after all), but none of those times compared to this one. Chloe Beale loved her back. She bit her lip, leaning forward and kissing her softly. The older Bella mumbled softly, eyes opening softly. She grinned at Beca. “Hey you.” Chloe stroked Beca’s face, “How are you feeling?” “Like I’ve been shot weirdo.” Chloe giggled, rolling her eyes. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?” “Little bit…” Beca winced as she sat up, Chloe stretching out the ache in her arms and neck. “Do you want a coffee or something?” Chloe offered, standing up. “Sure, that sounds good.” Beca smiled, watching Chloe leave. It was only when she was alone that Beca let the smile drop from her face. She knew there was something going on with Chloe, something she wasn’t telling her. The red-head kept crying out in her sleep, waking Beca up several times, the brunette unsuccessful in her attempts to wake her girlfriend settling instead to sooth her cries until Chloe settled again. She sighed softly, leaning back into her pillow and closing her eyes. “I should of expected you to be asleep lazybones.” Beca’s eyes snapped open, a wide grin spreading across her face, “Bree? What’re you doing here?” Aubrey gave her friend a watery smile, rushing to the side of her bed and pulling her into a tight hug. Beca grimaced, hugging her back as her wound throbbed. The rest of the Bellas flooded in, tears a plenty as they were reunited at last with their best friend. “What’re you guys doing here?” Beca asked, wiping at her eyes. “The U.S. Army. Chicago brought us with the rescue team.” Aubrey settled next to Beca on the bed, the rest of the Bellas quickly settling around them. Beca rolled her eyes, causing Aubrey to chuckle. “I’m sorry, I knew you’d hate it. But we had no other options.” The older blonde smiled. “Ah it’s okay. I got a mean-ass scar out of it. And Chloe’s alive.” “Mmm something tells me there’s something you wanna tell us.” Cynthia-Rose smirked, noting the smile that tugged at the corners of Beca’s mouth when she said Chloe’s name. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The brunette was immediately defensive as Emily raised a knowing eyebrow. “Yeah okay. That’s why you’re grinning like a Cheshire cat?” The Bellas mumbled in agreement, throwing Beca knowing looks. “Hey guys!” Chloe walked back into the room, holding two coffees and smiling widely, “I didn’t know you guys were gonna be here or I would’ve got us all coffee. What’re we talking about it?” She handed Beca the coffee, the other Bellas giggling. “Oh nothing. Just the fact that you kissed Beca.” Amy cocked her eyebrow, smirking at the red-head. “You told them?” Chloe gasped, eyes wide looking to Beca who closed her eyes and sighed. “No idiot. You just did.” The Bellas laughed as Chloe blushed furiously, hiding her face in her hands. Aubrey got to her feet and put an arm around her friend’s shoulder. “Oh honey, it’s okay.” The older blonde giggled, “We all knew anyway, Beca didn’t have to say anything, it was written all over her face.” “Hey, be nice. I was shot remember?” Beca scowled, Aubrey simply rolling her eyes in response. “Yeah… that’s gonna be an excuse for a lot of things going forward isn’t it?” Emily sighed. “Forget that. Bhloe is official!” Amy cheered, the other Bellas grinning. At this point, the doctor entered the room frowning. “I’m sorry, but we can’t have this many people in here. One at a time please.” The Bellas sighed, getting up one by one and saying their goodbyes to Beca as they headed out back to the hotel. Amy was the last to get to her feet, her eyes filled with tears. “I’ll give you guys a minute.” Chloe smiled, hugging Amy tightly and planting a kiss on Beca’s forehead, leaving the two young women to talk. She knew at some point Amy would want to talk to her about what had happened, but for now she let Amy and Beca talk. She wasn’t ready to talk about what she’d been through. “Beca I-” Beca shook her head, “Don’t. You don’t need to apologise. It wasn’t your fault.” “But-” “I’m serious Ames. There is no way you could’ve know any of this was going to happen, and you apologising isn’t gonna change any of that. The only person that owes me an apology is your dad.” Amy looked down, playing with the cuff of her sleeve as tears slipped down her cheeks. “Amy. You’re allowed to grieve. He’s your dad.” Amy snorted shaking her head, “You know, Chloe said the same thing. You guys are made for each other.” “Pfft.” Beca snorted, “Really?” “Hell yeah! Look I know we all joke about you and Chloe, but it’s only because we can all see how much you love each other. We were trying to get you guys to see it.” Beca smiled, biting her lip, “Really?” Amy simply nodded, squeezing Beca’s hand tight. Chloe poked her head around the door. “Can I come back in now?” She asked, smiling softly. “Yeah… quick before Amy makes that face again, or I’m gonna cry.” Beca held out her hand to Chloe, encouraging her to join them. “I’ll leave you two in peace, seems like you’ve got a lot of… talking to do.” Amy wiggled her eyebrows as she headed out of the door. Chloe giggled shaking her head. “I love that weirdo.” Chloe smiled, sitting next to Beca on the bed again, slipping her arm around her girlfriend’s shoulder. Beca snuggled in close, smiling happily. “I love you weirdo.” The brunette mumbled. “Bet I love you more weirdo.” Chloe kissed her forehead. The couple sat in silence, no words needed. It was finally over. They were safe, and they had each other at long last. Everything was going to be okay.

[castlehead]

beauty seems to be really funny most of the time and i like dat.

this idea that sends pop definitions of beauty running for the hills makes for some

quality distance, if only one step back.

what if i had any idea who i was but could see into everybody else

phone home cheeky cosmic touch m8 gonna think this is too easy

yeah but not let’s feel this way without before examining ourselves

for anything fake about it first parting from the idea that there wasnt anyway

and then parting cuz that knows so much

that part of me knows so much abt what do you call it extreme fear of maudlin

i run naked thru the grass singing abt yesteryear

                        ...There’s a move in social situations I like to call, “around the sun” whereby you wait for the game to end to play music, or wait patiently for one plan of another to say its peace so you can say yours. I like to take it to a more extreme level and say, turn down the fuckin tv, I want to listen to a thing I find beautiful.

SONG ONE : like the earth

1. Sit back and dream of clouded metaphors Reveal the schemes that we devised Back in the day, when ur hands were small And the WORLD splayed out colorfully Before our eyes

(chorus)

Take ur thronging bussloads of the living dead Take all the lifetimes of a million busy heads Ur sly intellectuals that laugh in the dome The only place, the only place is in the peaceful tones Of singing birds perched on ascending wires, like notes

2. Caught u up past three, sitting on the porch I woke up from a dream that I immediately forgot That seems to happen a lot, especially if previously I torched a dutch and passed the fuck out But from the ether of my dreams I heard, from the scope of reality I heard you shout

(chorus)

3. The sun and the moon both live in a box And the box is a square made out of lead And the square lies motionless in ur head Like a body on the rocks

Watch the hour tuck away into an evening A day nestled in afternoon light From the beginning In ur mind that made all minds the same The twilight creeping across ur paper brain And I can only burn and burn and burn

And I can turn round like the EARTH And I can be a sphere like the EARTH And I can stitch up the nations With fear, like the EARTH

(chorus)

                        ...people who call it a false flag just don’t wanna think it’s their own who bomb, if it can’t be a towelhead.

SONG TEW : the rainbow

The sinister rainbow blinks over the clover And the dawn is a monster in my brain I'll take a picture before this song is over And I’ll fix u in a wheel to keep me sane

Don’t break out the gin for the old lady creepers Smoke until the blur makes ur head float around I live in hades, burn my tongue on the heater When I lick this heaven ill taste yur sound

(chorus)

What Im saying isnt deep What Im stealing isnt cheap But I know that if i play it loud and long That this song in my head will instead Form a beat

Like a stranger in the rain Slowly driving me insane There's a fork in the road And I dont know whether Or when, all this shit will come together In the end

2. I got a stupid friend who lives in a pause He takes life from the tiger’s jaws, and prays

That life begins again, after it is over And the rainbow shines like a dream, in a daze

Ill take u thru the eye of the needle Ill breathe a testament to ur false gods Ill tell the truth, and contaminate the evil And zap u like a lightning rod

(chorus)

3. Dont you know that the rainbow is the world? Dont you know that the news is already told? Im gettin too old to be unfurled Im seein the rainbow in my mind Im waking up for the daily grind Im singing useless things for useful people The rainbow is not evil, its kind Dont u know that the color kings rattle like a marble In a tin can? And the rainbow eats the darkness like a mother Without a son? Dont u know that u can never be a man? And the rainbow drags across the empty land And the rainbow drags across the empty land

(chorus) (chorus)

                        ...the only division is classical and romantic. all else is contributory to these two. postmodern, modern, no. romantic. it all follows the romantic objective. one is ruled by the time at which it occurred, and the other is ruled by the mechanism of breaking from any present time.

SONG THREE : an ending that promises to begin again

1. A legend sleeps in yur head somewhere You take yur trembling hands And grope for mine, like a bum for spare Change... You cant explain

This strange perdition that engulfs Yur position in the sane... And the trouble of the pulse That leads a broken synapse Up into my eccentric brain... Theres a clot in my neck And the ruins of time Keep me from being able to find A comfortable spot to rest

(chorus)

Im stuck in erasure--a constant exposure To the elements still provides me with eyes To see bad karma writhing in my spleen And I wonder if ill dream While the whole WORLD is awake Will I be the manufactured figure, Will I be fake?

Or will I take these petty abstractions And roll them up into a ball And put them in my pocket Just to feel the reason stall In my throat... Is life a puzzle, or a joke?

2. The life you led one sunny afternoon Is the life you never led again... I can appreciate the reasons For why you did not blend Like a chameleon in the room But cant discern the seasons Of the moon

Yur whispers prosper, loud Like a passionate apostle And the lords are proud of ur Painting on the wall... That skritter of an evening gone Is enough to scatter colors When the sky finally falls, And the lords are like the brothers Of what lorded over them... Take these idols and shatter them... The racket in my brain is loud And does not end And does not end And does not end, even when the jig is up Cuz ive gotten fucked by time: Its an ending that promises To begin again

(chorus)

                        ...Nobody starts an Apollonian, and only those are Dionysian who have the capacity for restraint needed to confer the Apollonian chariot, tho some die without a revision of the vision etc. some die restraintless

SONG FOUR : chauncey ames and the case of jenny preston

1. Chauncey loved the flowers Chauncey loved the trees Chauncey smelled the wind And knew that he was free

Chauncey took a cab home Chauncey felt the air flow Thru the window He paid the driver extra Just for keeping him From being alone... Back, once again To the place that he had left Long ago

In fact, it had been years and years and years Since the man had seen walls Not fortified in concrete... In fact, it had been years and years and years Since this man had put to rest That lying cheat

(chorus)

Chauncey was a killer That was his disease Got off on manslaughter: Fingerprints on a pair keys Got him twelve years For offing someone's daughter Even tho she was eighty three Cuz no matter how old u are Everyone Is a daughter or son To someone

2. Now he's out, but he has his fears... Maybe people will not like him For his past It is unclear Even after all the facts Had been presented... Whether Jenny Preston Was murdered, or just had a bad fall Onto a bed of broken glass They found her in the hall At the head of the stairs, flat on her wrinkled ass

(chorus)

Chauncey was a man of few words But in the end he was unheard His eyes were petrified In delirium His arms shook As he held the gun He took aim On the good book Instead of his brains just to prove a point His neck is craned His eyes like coins That shine their milky matter On the barrel of a luger

(Chorus)

                        ...doubt any of y'all would live up to the wit/confidence/sardonicism y'all judiciously sculpt for hours on the book of face.

SONG FYVE: my summer home

1. This is food for thought Write it down in chalk: The chimney puffs From the fire in the fireplace And erupts in a black plume And with luck The old man Balances a spoon On his nose He sits inside a room As the room grows Smoking from a pipe While its raining outside And the light Is waning, slowly waning, outside

My fingers and my toes Are numb to the bone And I will have my wish To swim with all the fish In the sea of my mind In time ill find A little spot in the country Somewhere peaceful and secluded Ill save up all my money And hope im not deluded And hope that I can find a place Thats nice, a lush spot For a good price

(Chorus) Do you feel that I feel you? Do you feel that you feel me? The time is right to live again To let the atoms wiggle In our spherical galaxy That seems to have no real end But the one that we assume Is reality, and soon We'll eat up all the doom

2. Concentrate upon a single understanding Dont let the sisters on the throne Rage in the dome And find out that this trip Needs more planning to exist

The sky is silver and the universe is green Ill show you things in this world That you have never seen Things that have been waiting So long to be unfurled Things for boys and things for girls Without an explanation Ill bring the nation together And hold it by a tether Show you things for boys And things for girls

(Chorus)

                        ...for example i would never be able to muster the cognitive stones to say all of this, in order, amongst the company of people, even friends

SONG SIX : notion

#1 im in the middle of this phrase Stuck between the lines Bless these simple chains I'll see what I can find In my simple mind To lead to some way out The drip, drip drip of water From the trippy rusty spout Keeps me awake I'll explain that to ur daughter The world is fake The world is miles away:

Chorus: Put a notion on the river And see it travel downsteam Suspended on liquid creature dreams I sweated thru the fever And, between the middle of this phrase Passed all my days in solitude And grew weaker, as the days Passed on in solitude

You can call me daft You can say im frozen In technicolor time That im stranded on an island In the middle of the ocean But I dont have the spine To wiggle thru the shaft And give you back This simple notion

#2 I gots a paper boat Lofting on the water It travels down ur purple throat And dissolves in the water

I set a fire just to see if it could think And I questioned the venom Just to see if it could blink Nonsense on the edge Of the bullshit day Chillin on the ledge, you shape the clay And drive the screws on down And drive the screws on down

I thought of you, thought of you And I felt like a clown

(chorus)

#3 I crawl out, I crawl out I crawl out of bed I walk down the hall To turn the notion into thread And whisper rumors to the dead Sometimes I try to talk And my voice drops Sometimes the vague paralysis Defies analysis And you are left sitting on a chair In a yellow room That is a technicolor tomb Without a door, confined and spare, I crawl, I crawl I crawl out of bed And walk down the hall And fall and fall and fall Into the creation of sound Until I hit the ground And everything is mother night And the imperfections in yur eye Spangle in the strange notion of the twilight

(chorus) (chorus)

                         ...the broad concept of subjectivity has as much to do with a detailed exegesis of one tenet of it as death itself with the specific way we die

SONG SEVEN : collected and connected

You're a sharp one You're a dumb one You got nobody But the people in yur head

And everybody is connected But you aint connected to them Yur a ghost, on the interim While the fringes die out You live them out To the last splinter Until it is winter And the trees are all white with snow And the blue wind blows

Yu spend twenty minutes Feeling for the lightswitch In a room made out of figments That you shovel into a ditch And bury, along with all yur Dangerous ambitions And as you drive away, you feel The religion Of yur memories corrupt u And yu reel

CHORUS. Cuz everyones connected Everyones collected Into the same intangible organism That lives life in the schism Of ur teeth I watch ur lips move And cannot hear u speak I pick up on the clues and watch the pressure leak Until all of it is used And nothing much is left To be abused

Everyones connected by a string That trembles across the space Of every living thing The fractions of my face illuminate in the light I shake when i sing I am a yellow kite Mangled in a tree Forgotten by the breeze I am a thing, wafting in the breeze But I have begun again, my friend, Just by following the string Follow, follow the string

#2 Two days ago the WORLD was made of angles I opened my eyes to the lost ways And came upon a shallow swale The brush and branches tangled And the rays of the sun, barely Coming thru the jail Of the scary fray

Dont you think that yur fellow men Would like to lend a hand? And dont you think That this desert you have crossed Only gets u more lost Until u arrive at the brink Of the sahara, and find A single, solitary house Where a mumbling old man Is confined

(CHORUS) (CHORUS)

i always dress nice when i have no place to go. otherwise i look like a sweaty coked up hobo. its my chic, paranoid hobo chic. my comportment u say? quirky to the acquaintance, somewhat sad to the friend, an endearing mix of both with a dash of worry to the best friend, and an embarrassment to the significant other. im usually the life of the party bc i bring drugs so people are forced to tolerate my horror of a personality.

rejection is a rare and beautiful flower my time is spent tending it my life wants it to be a gift i water the flower it sits next to my bed it is next to a lamp littered under the lamp are dead ladybugs ladybugs are all over my house but if i am not meant i am not meant and i cast my line of poetry here trying to figure out if it was meant to be there wonder exactly why what is innumerable can be rare and think of lots of things

[myriadimagines]

I Believe We Can Do This Together

Marvel (Guardians of the Galaxy) One Shot

Characters: [MALE] Reader x Drax the Destroyer

Warnings: mentions of death, violence and alcohol consumption

Request: “im sure youre drowning in oneshot requests so im sorry abt this but could you do a oneshot based on the gif imagine where you lost your spouse and child like he did? male pronouns for the reader if it isnt too much of a problem. thank you uwu*” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,003

A/N: I’m assuming you’re talking about this gif imagine [x] or else this is gonna be awkward. apologies that this is a lil short.

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You leaned back in the ship and watched as it sped away from the Kyln. You had no idea how you ended up with this strange group of bandits, yet here you were. Peter, Gamora, Rocket, Groot and Drax, as you heard them introduce themselves as, were headed to Knowhere, and you had managed to tag along. As far as you knew, Gamora was a daughter of Thanos who had betrayed him, Groot always accompanied Rocket and could only say ‘I am Groot’, and Drax’s family was killed by Thanos. You had overheard him when he was about to kill Gamora before Peter stepped in, and you couldn’t help but feel an immediate connection to Drax; although Thanos did not kill your family, you did lose both your spouse and your only child, and you carried the burden of their deaths every day.

“He killed my family.”

You could still hear Drax’s words echoing in your ears, and you felt a pain in your chest every time you thought about it. You shyly looked over at where Drax was sitting, curiously observing Peter’s ship, but you were too timid to say anything to him.

“Well,” Peter said, steering the ship towards a large, skull shaped station. “We’re here.”

“One question,” Rocket raised his finger as he hauled his gun over his shoulder. Peter looked at him expectantly, and Rocket pointed an accusatory finger at you. “Who the hell is he, and what’s he doing on our ship?”

“I have a name, and I helped you escape!” you responded defensively, and when Rocket raised his eyebrows you shrugged meekly. “I fought a couple guards to defend you guys. And my name is y/n.”

“Whatever.” Peter said, shrugging. “Let’s just get this thing to the buyer, and we can work all of this out later.”

The group exited the ship, but not before you noticed Drax’s gaze fall on you. He looked you up and down before following Peter, Gamora lead everyone into a packed building, with loud music and flashing lights. Peter and Gamora wandered off together, leaving you, Drax, Rocket and Groot in the bar. Shrugging, Rocket said something to Groot before waving him off, before turning back to you and Drax.

“We deserve a drink, don’t you think?” Rocket grinned as Groot returned with four large glasses, handing one to the each of you. You were about to protest when Drax gulped his drink down. Shrugging, you chugged your drink down too, already feeling tipsy.

--

The drink was strong. You had barely finished two glasses, but your head was already pounding. You had lost track of what had happened in the time between when you had started drinking and now, but you didn’t think whatever happened in between mattered. There was a fight, and explosion, and now, Ronan had somehow found you all.

You stumbled behind a fallen structure and peeked out to see Drax standing in front of Ronan’s ship, wielding two blades.

“Ronan the Accuser,” he bellowed as Ronan stepped closer.

“You were the one who transmitted the message?” Ronan asked, and your eyes widened as you tried your best to stay hidden.

“You killed my wife.” Drax continued. “You killed my daughter.”

There was a pause before Ronan smirked and turned away, and you could see Drax’s shoulders slump from behind. He flinched and suddenly lunged forward, and you jerked forward.

“Drax, no!” you screamed, by Drax had already attacked Ronan. You watched as Ronan effortlessly deflected Drax’s advances, punching him and throwing him against the wall. You tried stumbling to your feet as you watched Drax getting defeated by Ronan, but you were too unstable. Finally, you watched as Ronan pinned Drax to the ground, knocking him unconscious, before dragging him away to a nearby pit of liquid. Your breaths got shaky as you watched Ronan dump Drax’s limp body inside the pit before walking off, and you scrambled towards Drax.

Without thinking, you dived into the pit, seeing Drax’s blurry figure through your squinted eyes. You reached for his arm and tried to pull him up, but he was too heavy. Your vision began to darken, and the last thing you felt was Groot’s arms around you as he pulled both you and Drax out.

--

You gasped loudly and sat up, spluttering slightly as you tried to register your surroundings. Drax was sitting at your bedside, a hand on your arm which he quickly drew away when you woke up.

“y/n, you’re okay!” Drax said, looking relieved. You took a deep breath and noticed Rocket and Groot at the front of the ship, but no Gamora or Peter.

“Wh-what happened?” you asked, sitting up, and Drax sighed.

“Groot saved us, and now we’re trying to rescue Peter and Gamora.” Drax explained, and you nodded, dazed. There was a pause before Draz cleared his throat. “Thank you for trying to save my life.”

“Sorry I wasn’t very successful.” you muttered, and Drax reached out to grab your hand.

“It doesn’t matter. I am still very grateful.” he said, and there was another pause as you began blushing. The memories began flooding back to you, and you remembered Drax fighting Ronan.

“I know how it feels to have lost everything, Drax…” you said quietly, looking away.

Drax looked up in surprise, his expression softening as he replied, “I am sorry to hear you have suffered as I have.”

“It’s okay, I am slowly learning to let go. But in the meantime, I’ve think I’ve found someone to help me bear the pain.” you finally looked up at him and smiled, and a small smiled appeared on his face too. “As much as you’d like to get vengeance, Drax, it may only cause you more pain.”

“I have realized that today.” Drax responded, looking down at his hands. “Do… do you think we can get through this together?”

You smiled at him, nodding, and Drax smiled back wider as you said, “I believe we can do this together.”