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hadtochangemyurlquick · 4 years ago

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when toni and shelby reunite and toni compliments shelby’s buzz cut and shelby blushes then what

you: here’s a cute prompt of shelby and toni reuniting :)

me: thx! here’s a 1.4k meditation on solitary confinement and paranoid schizophrenia, tw for all that stuff.

you: did you get dumped again or something

Solitary, Shelby knew, was decided to be an inhumane punishment by the pilgrims in the 1600s. They originally thought criminals would take the time to study the bible and reflect on their misdeeds. Instead, well meaning judges would open the cell doors after even the shortest of sentences and find a wholly different person than the one they locked in there.  

There were a number of physical manifestations solitary can cause. A shrunken hippocampus, Shelby was pretty sure was one. Or perhaps that was just general trauma. She couldn’t remember.  

She was pretty sure having difficulty remembering things was another effect of trauma.

But there was other stuff too: insomnia, damaged speech patterns, mood swings, hallucinations, delusions, to name a couple.

See, in the ninth grade they read of Mice and Men and had to research mental health practices in that era. It was a group assignment and while others researched electro-shock therapy and lobotomies, Shelby was put on solitary confinement. It was a reoccurring nightmare for years after, just sitting in a room alone. Alone. Alone.

The “reintegration” therapy her father put her through in junior year was what later Martha would call “love-bombing.”

“It’s a cult thing,” Martha explained. “They get you involved by being like—the nicest ever. Like nicer and more social than any group of people ever normally would be.”

“Baby girl, how do you know so much about cults?” Fatin asked.

Martha shrugged. “Netflix documentaries.”

So the Bible sessions were mostly her father praying for her mortal soul, holding her, telling her how much he loved her, and getting others in the church to do the same. And it made her nightmares worse, her alone with her mind in that big empty room.

Loss made her fear that much more palpable, she supposed.

The real thing, the real and actual thing of being locked in her room, was not what she had imagined.

For one it was worse. Even with Dr. Faber coming in at least once a day she found herself confronting a migraine regularly. Voices faded in and out and a few times she caught Becca whispering for her to end it. She was sure the place was infested with mice but despite her turning over her bed and destroying her room, she never found pellets.

The worst was before they decided to break out. She had jolted up from her bed, bugs crawling all over her body, eating her alive.

She had scraped her skin raw, desperately hoping her panic hadn’t shown on camera.

After her allergic reaction, Dr. Faber no longer came to see her. She heard Young walk by on occasion, but she could no longer trust her hearing.

She didn’t know how many days passed, maybe it was a week or so, before the sounds of dozens of footsteps slammed through hallways and her door fell off its hinges beneath a military grade boot.

There was a lot of shouting and commands, so many hands touching her, around her, a shock blanket wrapped around her shoulders, people wearing white with red crosses asking her questions she couldn’t understand, the pounding of the ocean in her ears, struggling to find air, like everyone around was using too much.

A slight pinching in her arm told her it was done.

When she woke up again she was in a new room, lights dimmed like it was night, and two figures sat on either side of her.

Her hands told her the sheet was a different one, her eyes told her the room was a different one, hell even her memory was happy to recount what was more than likely a rescue. None of it was real, none of it was—

“Shelby?” One of the figures stirred. They got to their feet and took her hand, interlacing their fingers. “Hey.”

Reasonably, Shelby could deduct from the brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and dimpled smile that it was Toni. It could’ve been Becca wearing a mask, but it was likely Toni.

“Toni?” She asked, just to make sure.

“Yeah,” Toni said. “It’s me.” She smiled. “I missed you.”

“What’s happening?” Shelby asked.

“We got rescued, again,” Toni said. “The actual FBI came and fucked shit up. They got you but said you passed out from the stress, so we’re sitting in a hospital in California. Apparently we weren’t far.”

“California?” Shelby asked.

“Yeah,” Toni said. “By the bay actually. Near where Leah lives. I think.”

“Oh,” Shelby said. She tried to sort through her mind but it felt more cluttered than usual. “The others?”

“Leah had a similar thing, so she’s in a different room with Fatin keeping an eye. Rachel’s getting her hand looked at and Nora and Martha are with her. And Dot’s over there.”

Toni nodded at the other person in the room who chose that moment to stand up.

Dot asked her a question and Shelby tried to think of an answer. Toni was still holding her hand and with both of them in the room it was hard to remember which one to look at. Should she look at either? She should look at the person talking, that she remembered, but if neither were talking who was she supposed to look at?

“Shelby,” Toni squeezed her hand.

Shelby looked at her, “Yeah?”

“Dot asked you about your haircut,” Toni said.

Shelby had shaved it so the bugs that had woken her up wouldn’t get caught in it. She told the nurse it was a new look.

“Oh,” Shelby said. She kept her eyes on Toni. “You like it?”

Toni smiled. “Fuck yeah. It’s really you, you know?”

A heat rose to Shelby’s cheeks. It hadn’t been, before Toni said it, but there was a look in her eyes, and in an instant it was the truest thing there ever was. Toni was always able to see beneath the bullshit and—and she did look real in a way she never had with the haircut. She felt like she had nothing to hide. Not anymore.

“Yeah dude,” Dot added. “You look badass.”

“Thanks,” Shelby said. “How are—how are you two doing?”

“We’re okay,” Dot said. “Glad to see your ugly face again.”

“When you didn’t show up after the—after that stupid fucking plan—“ toni looked away. “I was worried.”

“Show up?” Toni asked.

“Yeah the—they let us all hang out, a week or so after Leah tried to escape,” Toni said. “They told us you were recovering but…”

“No it was just—it was just a punishment,” Shelby said. She tried to think. “Wait, what—what day is it?”

“November fifteenth,” Dot said. “You and Toni missed couples costumes for halloween.”

“Shut up,” Toni told her and “Shelby, are you okay?”

Oh, her fingernails had been digging into Toni’s hand. “Sorry.” She had been alone for months. Months.

Hadn’t been that bad, could barely remember it.

Difficulty forming new memories is an unfortunate side effect of solitary confinement.

Months of her life. Months.

Toni stood over her, saying something in garbled English. Shelby tried to focus on her, and decided it wasn’t quite worth it and that she’d prefer to pass out. She was tired from passing out earlier, anyway.

Toni didn’t let her, forcing her to breathe in and out, keeping her eyes focused and steady until the pounding of the ocean receding into the same dull pain she was used to preceding migraines.

Toni kissed her forehead, and her cheek is warm and damp from tears. She dragged a chair and settled beside Shelby, so they were on equal ground. Dot was no longer in the room, and Shelby tried to figure out if she left while Shelby was suffocating or after, and how long Shelby’d been dying with Toni trying to reteach her how to breathe.

They’d been separated for months, the two of them. Were they still—this was embarrassing right? Sobbing and dying in front of the girl you liked. Shelby was pretty sure they had said I love you but she was accounting for the months of separation.

“Nothing else is gonna happen,” Toni told her. She pressed a kiss to Shelby’s hand. “Fatin’s gonna buy us a big ass house with her one-percenter money, we’re gonna get our GEDs and maybe go to college, and we’re gonna sleep on a bed not made of sticks together. Every single night until we die.”

Shelby closed her eyes, nodding. “Hold me to it?”

“I won’t do anything else.”

#i'm so sorry i haven't even read this #gus answers #gus writes #the wilds fanfic #shoni #goodfoe fanfic #goodfoe

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jeongyunhoed · 4 years ago

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Past-Present-Future Black Dahlia

Two major tragedies bring Lee Mirae closer to the edge as she goes through the stages of grief in a more violent manner that would affect not only her relationships with her boyfriend Jeong Yunho and her half-brother Choi San, but also has her becoming closer with the immortal mutant Kang Yeosang. Fueled by rage, grief, and pain, along with a very rude awakening that has Mirae spiraling out of control and questioning everything she holds dear.

Group: ATEEZ Member: Yunho Pairing: Jeong Yunho / OC Genre: Action, adventure, angst, fantasy

Watch Out! : Violence, blood, death, grief and loss, major character deaths, use of weapons, some jealousy (but no cheating ofc), implied smut (not sure if there is any but i’m putting it out there nonetheless), mental illness (probably?), gambling and alcohol

Anything else? : Mentions of other idols of course as well as other characters. SuperM, Dean, Chanyeol, Zelo, soloist Park Jihoon to name a few.

Author’s Note: First chapter is here! Compared to the previous stories from the AU, this might have very long chapters, like more than 10 pages in google docs long. But anyway, tag list is open, and yeah. Enjoy the first of a rollercoaster of emotions.

This whole first chapter also, is me giving brief backstories of what happened before/backstories of many characters here. Basic plot is mine, characters are not. This is all for fun/entertainment/emotional anguish.

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Chapter 1

When one is at their breaking point, everything begins to change. The lines between right and wrong are blurred, and one’s moral compass begins to spin into oblivion.

9:00 p.m.

Laughter filled the almost empty space of Viva Polo, having closed for the night except for a table occupied by Lee Mirae, Park Chanyeol, and Kwon Hyuk. The rest of the tables had already been overturned, marking the end of another day at work, at least for Chanyeol. The three of them had a tradition of meeting up every week, something they started doing after the previous adventures they had.

The three of them were mutants, and to their knowledge, they were the last surviving members of the group that saved the country, if not the world during the Seoul attack. A year after that, the three of them found each other again, reuniting to save the country once again from an evil cult bent on achieving utopia through taking control of its citizens. Two adventures that had major consequences on the three of them, and events that they will forever remember.

Two of them, Mirae and Hyuk, were classified as omega-level or level 5 mutants, with powers that were impossible to surpass by any other mutant thus far. Mirae was not only gifted in a mastery of hand-to-hand combat, both armed and unarmed, but she had the gift of manipulating potential energy into kinetic energy. She could turn virtually any object into an explosive and if channeled to an extreme extent, was able to level a skyscraper.

With her abilities came the secondary gift of a healing factor that made her almost immortal and slowed down her aging immensely. Because of her ability to manipulate energy, she was also able to generate static that resulted in a very strong psychic block that was only made stronger by another omega-level mutant, Jang Ino. From the adventures she had on her own and even after the Utopian cult, another ability manifested itself in her; taking souls and trapping them into objects, usually her deck of cards.

Meanwhile, Kwon Hyuk, a well-known music producer and songwriter, was a level 5 telekinetic and could move anything with his mind. His psychic abilities also gave him the gift of producing shields that were almost impenetrable.

In their adventure into the Utopian cult, Hyuk developed his telepathic abilities, which he used to extract memories or read into memories of others. Hyuk was nearly captured by the goons from the Utopian cult when they met again, and has since tried to use his powers as discreetly as possible with some difficulty.

Hyuk didn’t formally join Mirae and Chanyeol until the later days of the Seoul attack, having laid low, undiscovered by Ino who was at the time, serving his father Professor Inhwan Jang. Hyuk had openly used his powers in front of the group during a time when Mirae and one of her other colleagues, a telekinetic named Luhan, were affected by the goblin king’s inducement of traumatic memories that caused their powers to manifest for the first time.

It was there that Hyuk realized that he could do so much more with his mutant gifts, rather than use them solely for trivial purposes.

Hyuk had a cousin, the singer Lee Midam, who was under his entertainment agency, in the 10-member group called Silver. Midam was, like him, a psychic, but of a different kind. Midam was a psychic that could make the worst fears or strongest desires of another person come to life before them. Midam also had the ability to sense when a person will die in the near future.

Park Chanyeol was a level 4 pyrokinetic, also known as an alpha-level mutant. He created and manipulated fire in all its aspects, from turning into a fire being to being able to put out and set fire onto virtually anything. In his fire form, he was granted the ability to fly and heal and even out of his fire form, Chanyeol could withstand extreme heat.

He worked with Mirae in the Center for Paranormal Research upon his discovery by Ino, leaving his work in his mother’s Italian restaurant behind to find purpose for his abilities. For some time after the Seoul attack, Chanyeol thought he was the only one left, until he was seen by another survivor, their tech guy Choi Junhong, looking over the remains of what used to be the Center, the epicenter of the entire attack.

From the adventures they had, the three of them still managed to continue with their lives. Hyuk stayed in his agency to work on music, Chanyeol helped around his parents’ restaurant and live club, while Mirae ran the music store that she took ownership in after the passing of her adoptive parents. Hyuk and Chanyeol also helped other mutants like them, Mirae’s old colleagues from her days as an assassin under a sanitarium, practice controlling their powers.

With the way the events of the past years shaped them, their lives would forever be intertwined and they knew it. Even with the disagreements that occurred in the final days of the Seoul attack, with the three of them being the only survivors from that group that acted, they were like family to each other.

“One of these days, we’ll go on a mission, do something, just the three of us again,” Chanyeol said fondly, finishing the last slice of pizza from his place.

“Even if we don’t go on something like that, we should still do something, just the three of us,” Mirae repeated with a grin. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah, someone needs to watch your back this time, you nearly got your powers taken away,” Hyuk pointed out, taking a sip of his iced tea.

The last adventure Mirae went on involved a demon and their followers, the one responsible for a long-running conspiracy that went behind the glitz and glamour of the country’s entertainment industry. Mirae was outmatched and captured, her powers being used to channel the summoning of the demon Ose. It left her boyfriend Yunho and her half-brother San, along with her old colleagues including immortal mutant billionaire Kang Yeosang, to be the ones to save her and the world.

Mirae shook her head. “It was only one time. Just one. But I’m starting to think I’m losing my touch, to be honest,” She looked down at her now-empty plate.

“I wouldn’t think of it that way if I were you,” Hyuk patted her shoulder. “You still have your powers, don’t you? Didn’t Junhong say your powers only got stronger after that? You’re practically invincible.”

“Says the person who is also practically invincible,” Mirae grinned.

“But I don’t heal like you do. Chanyeol doesn’t even heal like you unless he sets himself on fire.”

“Can you stop talking about injuries now? I think we’ll be late for that training session both of you promised the guys,” Mirae nudged the telekinetic.

Chanyeol got up at the mention of the training session. All of their plates floating in mid-air, the cutlery and glasses sorting themselves out, as Hyuk followed the taller male into the kitchen, making sure nothing dropped. Mirae smiled to herself as she removed the tablecloth and the napkins.

The boys at the safehouse would be waiting for them, San and Yunho included. Choi San was her half-brother, and had almost the same abilities as her, including her healing factor and a mastery of martial arts. Unlike Mirae, who channeled her powers mainly through her extendable staff, San channeled his into a harpoon gun.

San’s powers first manifested in his high school years, as a result of the constant pressure placed on him by their father, who wanted him to pursue a career he himself wanted. Upon learning how to control his abilities better, San ran away from home, eventually learning the skills he knew to become a paid hitman. San also witnessed Mirae getting taken away to be interned at the sanitarium, and he looked everywhere for her.

Jeong Yunho was Mirae’s boyfriend. Yunho was also like her, skilled in hand-to-hand combat, both unarmed and armed. Yunho was also a mutant, an immortal mutant who possessed the ability to teleport, but could only do so in dark places.

Yunho’s powers manifested when he was killed in Morocco during what would be Mirae’s final mission before she was discharged. Her memories of him were seemingly erased in the final electroshock therapy session used to alter her recollection of missions. They only found each other again when Mirae was being targeted by the Kang crime family, descendants of Yeosang who held a disdain for mutants.

Hyuk returned from the kitchen. “What’s that smile about?” He asked.

“Nothing, nothing, I just realized how it’s been a while since we did something like this together,” Mirae replied.

“Lee Mirae, you’re getting sappy.”

“Did I lie?” She laughed.

“No, but that’s weird of you,” Hyuk laughed as well. “I mean you are right. I’ve been busy practically managing the group, Chanyeol’s busy here, we’re just busy living our lives.”

“My point stands that we’ve never done anything together in a while, unless those goblins come up again and try to kill us,” Mirae joked.

“Hopefully not,” Said the psychic, the table in front of them turning itself over on top of another table. “Even with the way things ended back then, I’m glad the three of us found each other.”

The kitchen doors opened and Chanyeol returned, wiping his hands, with his backpack in tow. “Whose car are we using?” He asked.

Without another word, the three of them extended their fists. Both Mirae and Chanyeol had scissors, while Hyuk’s hand remained curled into a fist. “Guess it’s yours then, Mr. Psychic,” Mirae grinned.

“Be glad I stopped for gas before coming here,” He gave them a look as they left the restaurant.

The car pulled up in front of a brick-walled building that had a vending machine. It was the entrance to the safehouse that now became the headquarters of everything mutant-related. It was also where Mirae’s old colleagues were now staying, with the exception of two; Jung Wooyoung and Park Seonghwa.

The three of them got out, sensing the slight change in the air as they approached the machine. They knew there was a sort of cloaking over the spot that shielded anyone from seeing that the vending machine moved to the side to reveal a secret passage. Chanyeol, Mirae, and Hyuk entered the dark passageway and stopped at the red door at the very end.

The safehouse was similarly modeled to the recreation room in the Center for Paranormal Research, with a couch and beanbags surrounding a flat-screen television and several game consoles. There was a sleeping quarters and a shower area and a kitchen that was only stocked with instant food. Ino and Junhong’s labs and offices were in the two other doors in the kitchen area that had a small dining table where they would at least take turns in eating.

This time, the safehouse had since expanded thanks to Ino’s ability to manipulate matter. Junhong’s lab was much bigger, more beds were added to the sleeping quarters, and there was a small training room that Junhong fortified. A shelf was behind the television, showing all the weapons carried by the group of men who now resided in the place; a rapier, a set of nunchaku, and a few axes and shurikens. Those belonged to three people: Kim Hongjoong, Choi Jongho, and Song Mingi.

All of them were trained assassins, skilled in hand-to-hand combat both unarmed and armed. While Mirae and Yunho were no longer part of the group, the remaining members were turned into personal guards of the Kang crime family and underwent several experiments to turn them into super soldiers. All of them were impervious to pain and were a lot more agile in their movements.

It was those experiments that triggered the mutant gene in each of them, their own mutant abilities manifesting around the same time. Hongjoong possessed superhuman speed and could be as fast as the speed of light that also enabled him to heal if wounded. Seonghwa was a telekinetic, whose powers also made itself known if his eyes and fingertips glowed green. Mingi, like Chanyeol, was also a pyrokinetic, but unlike Chanyeol, could only manipulate flames that already exist.

Wooyoung on the other hand, possessed the ability to turn into a shadow being. His shadow form allowed him to be intangible, as well as give him superhuman strength and a healing factor. But along with his shadow form, Wooyoung developed a kind of extrasensory perception, where he could see past and future events from a person or an object, or even a name.

Jongho had the painful ability to manipulate his bone structure, and his arms and legs would produce a sharp spike that could pierce anything.

They immediately noticed that a few other weapons were shelved, as they were likely in the labs or in the training room; a set of sai, katanas, a bow and a quiver full of arrows, and the harpoon gun. Everyone was indeed present.

“Hello?” Hyuk called out as they closed the door behind them.

“We’re here!” Chanyeol called out as well.

“Yunho? San?” Mirae spoke, looking around the empty living room.

Suddenly materializing in front of them was Ino. “Good! You’re all here! The rest of them are in the training rooms, but can you wait a little bit? There’s something I’m finishing and I hope the three of you can test it out for me,” He said.

Jang Ino was a prime example of a true omega-level mutant, with abilities so powerful he was almost like a god. Ino had the gift of manipulating matter, inter-dimensional teleportation, telekinesis, telepathy, duplication with sentient clones, intangibility, precognition as well as the ability to see everything as it happened. Ino’s abilities manifested much later than the rest of them despite not being much older than Chanyeol, Hyuk, and Mirae, and thus had more difficulty trying to control each of his abilities.

“Really? What is it?” Mirae asked as Chanyeol put down his backpack while she put down her staff.

Ino looked excited. “Another training room, or…?”

“Another Danger Room,” Hyuk nodded. “Can it not turn into a vortex manipulator again?”

“I can’t promise that, but it’s as safe as ever, right? Just like old times,” Ino was beaming. “Ah, well, you might as well see it for yourself. I’ll call the rest of them,” and he disappeared.

“Are we supposed to wait for them here?” Chanyeol glanced at them, and they shrugged.

A commotion erupted from the door that was Junhong’s lab, making them turn around. “For a telekinetic, you could’ve aimed better! You could’ve killed me!” Hongjoong appeared, shooting Seonghwa a look.

“You sped away in time! You knew it wasn’t going to reach you anyway!” Seonghwa argued back.

“Well I wasn’t able to, not when Mingi keeps playing with that lighter of his! It’s like having to pass by a dragon each time I’m next to him.”

“So your situation is actually my fault, is that what you’re saying?” Mingi spoke, looking at them incredulously. “I was practicing my pyrokinesis the way Chanyeol hyung showed me, right, San?”

“Stop including me!” said the male who had a visible white streak in his hair similar to Mirae’s.

“This was a department store-bought shirt and Jongho just had to ruin it!” Wooyoung shrieked, pointing to the tears in his sleeve.

“Welcome to my world, Wooyoung! Live with it!” Jongho shot back.

“At least I don’t have spikes coming out of my sleeves and pants!”

Chanyeol and Mirae exchanged looks. Hyuk stifled a laugh. “Kind of reminds you how much we bickered back then, huh? I bet those guys would’ve loved to see a repeat of this,” He chuckled.

“Nothing seems to have changed after all,” Mirae laughed, their reactions making the group stop in their tracks. “We just had dinner,” She explained. “I see training’s been going well?”

“Not so much when the rest of them bicker more than San and I do,” out of the group came Yunho, who immediately swept her up in a hug then exchanged high fives with Hyuk and Chanyeol as he pulled away.

The taller form of Junhong appeared from the crowd as well, with scorch marks on his lab coat and a hole in his clipboard. Ino had materialized again as well. “So, the Danger Room, Junhong?” Hyuk asked.

“Yes, yes, the Danger Room,” Junhong led them to the pair of doors on the other side of the space. He pushed the button, the doors opening up to reveal a dark room covered in what looked like steel tiles. There was a panel of buttons near the doors from the inside and on one side of the room, was a booth. “Ta-da!” He announced, looking over at the three of them, while the rest looked amazed.

“A little shift in elements here and there, I was able to expand this entire space of ours, make it a little more familiar, don’t you think?” Ino smiled.

Mirae approached the panel of buttons near the side. “Ice fortress, dystopia, post-apocalypse, zombie invasion, alien invasion, gladiator arena,” She read out. Mirae turned to the next set of buttons and looked over at Junhong. “Why is my name at the top of this panel? Am I a level of difficulty?” She asked, looking puzzled.

“The highest,” Ino spoke. “But that level’s reserved for the three of you, not that these guys can’t do it, but the three of you are more experienced.”

“San and Yunho are just as experienced, if you ask me,” Mirae pointed out with a shrug, choosing not to argue any more.

“Yes, but they’ve never been through the same missions as you and Chanyeol did back at the Center, remember?” Ino reminded her. “The creatures at the museum, the goblin warriors at the train station, and their throne room, and the jewelry store at night?”

“I remember the jewelry store one,” Hyuk said, glancing at her. “We were coming from dinner when the store exploded. It was the time I found out Mirae was a mutant.”

Mirae smiled at her friend’s recollection. “Yeah, you came from that singing competition too.”

Chanyeol grinned. “The train station, I remember that well. Everyone hated us when they saw what was happening in broad daylight. Junmyeon got hot coffee thrown at him...” He looked down the more he remembered.

Ino noticed Wooyoung squinting at him, the rest of them looking fascinated by their brief trip down memory lane. “Well, I thought I’d show the rest of them how the three of you would do things in these simulations. Hyuk, I know you joined us late at the time, but you still know a thing or two on how to handle non-human entities, right?” He said.

“Oh yeah, I was with you all at the Esteholm,” Hyuk smiled. Sensing everyone else’s confused expressions, he chuckled. “It’s a hidden marketplace for non-humans, goblins, witches, warlocks, ogres…”

“You mean those things were actually here all this time?! On this planet?!” Mingi gaped at him and they nodded.

“Okay, okay, we’ll have a lot of time to talk about that later, but let’s have the three of you take this new Danger Room for a test run?” Ino suggested. “The rest of you follow Junhong into the booth, we’ll all watch from there.”

“What are we taking on?” Mirae asked.

Hyuk approached the panels. “What about…” He stopped when he read the mode at the bottom. “Evil villain mansion? What kind of mode is that?” He laughed.

Chanyeol and Mirae laughed as well. Mirae glanced at the booth, giving a thumbs up to Yunho and San, who looked excited as did the rest of them. “It’s exactly what it is. The mansion of the bad guy,” Junhong said from the booth.

“Alright then, put up the difficulty rate to my name, I guess,” Mirae said.

“That’s what I had in mind. Initializing evil villain mansion, Lee Mirae difficulty,” Junhong announced.

Hyuk backed away, until he was back to back with Chanyeol and Mirae. They heard tiles shifting and a swirling of colors all around them, bringing in a strong gust of wind. Mirae took out her staff from her jacket pocket and extended it. After a few moments, the swirling was disappearing, and they found themselves in what was the ballroom of a large, abandoned house that had some bits of modern technology on the locks of the doors and the windows.

“Okay, so this is the evil villain mansion,” Chanyeol mumbled as they took in their surroundings. “Where’s the evil villain, then?”

Mirae took a step forward, seeing two metal circles near the large fireplace. There was a seven-pointed star engraved on one circle, a hexagon that had the shape of a keyhole in the middle engraved on the other. The circles began to turn, until it slowly went up to reveal coffin-shaped tubes.

“This is oddly specific,” She muttered.

Hyuk and Chanyeol stared at the tubes as well. The closer they looked, they saw bodies, blackened and as if they had been mummified. “This is very specific,” Chanyeol nodded, feeling a chill down his spine as they approached the tubes.

Back at the booth, the rest of them stared at what was happening. “Can they see us?” Jongho asked curiously.

“I don’t think they can, can they?” Hongjoong glanced at Junhong, who was looking at the panels of controls. “But the surroundings look so real.”

“I know I should be used to this, but this is something I’ve never seen before…” San was staring at the tubes that were opening up in front of the three.

“Me neither, and I thought I’ve seen everything,” Yunho nodded.

From the side of the room, Wooyoung could suddenly see flashes of scenes in his head. He looked back at what was happening, seeing Hyuk, Mirae, and Chanyeol nearly destroy the surroundings they were in as humanoid demons with large talons began to attack them. The flashes kept coming. He could see people he hadn’t seen before having been inside the very booth they were in. Yet, Wooyoung wasn’t sure if this had already happened or it was about to happen. He stayed watching the simulation that Mirae, Hyuk, and Chanyeol were in.

“Kind of familiar, isn’t it? The train station,” Mirae’s eyes and fingertips were glowing as she sent shockwaves towards the two demons, but to no avail. Instead, the demons clapped their hands, sending similar shockwaves towards her. “They’re parrots.”

“What do you mean parrots?” Chanyeol had transformed into his fire form, dodging the attacks that were coming towards him.

“They’re copying everything we do,” Mirae spun her staff a few times before hitting the demon, only to be sent back by the other, who had turned into a fiery figure as well.

“Can they copy this?” Hyuk waved his hand, sending the two demons in mid-air. His eyes widened when the figure also raised their claws at him, lifting him up and off the floor. “This is impossible-” He crashed into the wall, moving away when some of the decor fell down.

“Looks like Junhong had his work cut out for him,” Chanyeol tried to burn down the doors of the room until the surroundings changed into what looked like a massive dock full of zeppelins and tables full of volatile chemicals in test tubes and beakers. “Yeah, now I can see why Mirae turned into a level of difficulty.”

“Let’s try not to touch anything, or interact with anything on those tables,” Mirae looked around on alert.

They heard a blast from all the way on the other side of the room. “Looks like they found us,” Hyuk said, trying to move the zeppelins as carefully as possible towards the source of the blasts.

“Those might explode if you let them get blasted,” Chanyeol called out at the telekinetic.

“Would you rather we get out of here with those? We don’t even know what to use these for” Hyuk pointed out, still trying to move the airships as the blasts grew louder, the impact exploding the tables closest to it. “At least they get blasted and we don’t-”

Boom.

There was a blast on their side of the dock, sending the three of them to the floor, as bits of shrapnel and the chemicals on the tables exploded. A large cloud of smoke enveloped them, soon revealing that they were no longer at the dock. They were back in the Danger Room, or at least what was left of the Danger Room.

Mirae opened her eyes, feeling considerably beaten as she looked around, surprised at what she was seeing. Her clothes were scorched, her staff was gone, and from the gust of wind that hit her, she realized what happened.

The safehouse seemed to have exploded.

Mirae looked around for a sign of Chanyeol and Hyuk. Was she still in the simulation? “Mirae! Mirae! Mirae! Are you alright?” She turned around, seeing Junhong, Yunho, and Hongjoong run up to her. “The machines overloaded when I was about to take you three out of there,” The tech guy explained.

She nodded, a feeling of dread suddenly overcoming her as she looked around the area. “Chanyeol? Hyuk?” She called out, kicking away a few bits and pieces of the rubble that surrounded them. “Chanyeol-” She stopped, feeling her heart sink.

Chanyeol was lying on the floor, a puddle of blood near his head, and bits of shrapnel having hit his sides. Mirae looked around for a sign of the telekinetic, only to realize that he was also lying on the floor, eyes glazed over. A piece of shrapnel hit his head.

“Chanyeol, Hyuk,” Mirae bent down, moving the rubble away from her best friends. She refused to believe it, refused to think that what happened really happened. “Chanyeol, Hyuk,” She took one of the sharp rocks and cut open her wrist, pouring some of the blood into where Chanyeol was hit. “Come on, both of you, this isn’t funny,” She saw that they weren’t moving while her wrist had already healed.

Junhong bent down to check Hyuk’s pulse, only for his expression to fall when he realized there was none. “Mirae,” He tried to say.

“No, I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t believe you,” Mirae shook her head profusely, crawling up to Hyuk. Tears were already falling from her eyes as the reality was hitting her bit by bit. “No, no, this can’t happen, not here, not now, no,” She patted his face, but no response. “No, Hyuk, no, don’t, please-” A sob escaped her as she held his body. “Hyuk, no, no, no, no, no,” She sobbed, reaching out to hold Chanyeol’s hand that was going cold. “No, please no, Chanyeol, Hyuk, you two can stop it now, please…”

“Mirae,” Junhong said again.

Hongjoong and Yunho exchanged looks, hearing the rest of their colleagues including San appear, all of them had traces of the smoke from the explosion on them.

“No!” Mirae shook her head again, until she broke down. They were gone. Her best friends. Gone.

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mymarvelbunch · 5 years ago

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Be Your Own Hero - Steve Rogers x Reader (part 5)

Masterlist

Summary: Y/N has lost all her family and most friends in The Decimation (I refuse to call it The Blip). Refusing to believe their deaths are permanent, she dedicate years to find a way to reverse it. When she finally finds something that might help, she searches for the Avengers. It’s Steve Rogers x Reader, but there is also a lot of Badass!Reader. Also, Non-American!Reader. If you are American, think of a country you’d have loved to be born into :D

Warnings: none!

Note: Y/Co = your country. Y/Ci = your city; Y/N/L = your native language.

It’s training month! Enjoy!

Previously: “You heard her”, Rogers said at your side as you got in the building. “Training time. But first, let’s get you in shape. You do look a little sick.”

Part Five

You barely did any exercise on the first week, except for morning runs with Steve - now you felt more comfortable in calling by his first name, especially after he switched from ‘Y/L/N’ to ‘Y/N’. You didn’t really know how you got into first-name basis with someone in this country, so you just followed his switch.

Anyway, Steve took you to eat in many different places, though most of them were of the ‘healthy food’ type. More than once they’d be called a couple; at first you tried to deny it, but eventually you both gave up. “It does look like a date”, Steve said nonchalantly, but you got flustered just the same.

It was surreal to think of you having a date with Captain America of all people. Actually, you barely remembered how it was to date someone, as immersed as you were in your grief and your goal.

Now the work was on Stark’s hands (and whoever helped him). You could take a whole month to relax and focus on different tasks.

You and Steve talked a lot over food. He already knew some things about you, thanks to Natasha’s questioning on your first day there, but he kept asking more stuff. In turn, you began to ask about his personal life as well.

You talked about your relationship with your family, and he told you about his mother and how his father inspired him to become a soldier.

You mentioned some friends, and he told you about Bucky and his family.

You talked about med school, he mentioned his pre-war art classes. He even drew a portrait of you one day, at your own request, after sending him a selfie. He also told you about the weekly group therapy sessions he led, which you began to attend as well.

You mentioned all the things you used to love doing before the Decimation: dancing, muay thai, volleyball, gym, singing, playing violin... how you always tried to balance the mess that was college with these things, until you lost everyone and focused on your self-assigned mission.

He talked about the Howling Commandos, about Howard Stark and Peggy Carter. You could see it in his eyes; he missed the past and grieved the life the war took from him.

“Sorry if it’s too personal”, you asked over dinner at the end of the first week. So far they shared nothing truly personal, only life facts. “But do you wonder how would your life would have been if you had managed to go back to US? If you had crashed that plane?”

He stayed silent for a long time. You were about to apologize when he finally said, “Sometimes. There are a lot of possibilities to entertain myself with. I try not to, though. It’s useless.”

His voice left unclear whether he succeeded or not. Then he changed the subject to your future plans, and you accepted the topic was over and should be touched on again.

“After reuniting with my family and friends, I’d love to become a psychiatrist”, you replied. “I’ve always loved to take care of people’s mental health. It’s when I feel the most useful, and most fulfilled.” Your turned to him. “What about you? Are you going to give yourself a rest?”

“Does Captain America ever rest?”, he asked back and glanced away. “I took my 66-year-nap already.”

You didn’t reply to that.

Only after you were ‘properly fed’ that training started. Most of it was on weapons, though, instead of hand-to-hand combat. “We’ll focus on that later”, he explained when you asked. “Personally, I think your best chance will be with weapons.”

He first taught you to how to fire a gun and how to aim. For that, he’d keep touching your arms, hands and shoulders, and speak really close to you. You had to hold your breath if you wanted to stay minimally focused on the tasks at hand.

How long had it been since you last had such close contact with someone? Granted, Steve was being strictly professional, but your interactions made you realize how affection and touch-starved you became. You’ve spent for too long in isolation, and now your body was trying to catch up.

Still, you managed to shoot right at the end of your second day. He complimented you, and you felt your cheeks red as you thanked him.

Next was knives. Way more interesting, in your opinion. He didn’t really teach to stab at first, but to throw them at distance. “Given your lack of training”, he said, “I’d recommend you to stay as far away as possible from any possible enemy.”

Steve touching you has soon become a routine, thanks to all corrections he made on your technique. Day by day, you got used to it, but it still made your heart race.

Your post-training hang-outs didn’t help at all. You’d usually stay at the headquarters, watching a movie or two. On your third training day, Natasha gave you the task of “helping Steve catch up with the last 70 years”.

“Oh, come on”, he said. “I’ve watched all Star Wars and Harry Potter movies!”

“You know what”, you replied, “we should watch time-travel movies. Have you seen the Back to the Future trilogy?”

He hadn’t, so that’s what you did that evening, with Natasha. You three shared a huge bowl of popcorn, and it still wasn’t enough to last for half of the first movie - thanks to Steve’s super metabolism. “Do you have a black hole for a stomach, or something?”, you asked after he emptied the second refill.

He actually laughed at that. “I might”, he replied teasingly. You were sure your cheeks were slightly red, but you turned your attention to the movie.

Natasha wouldn’t always join you two, though. She often had calls to make, and time zones meant she sometimes had to do said call at odds hours. You also suspected she was leaving you and Steve alone on purpose, but decided to stay quiet on the subject. It didn’t make much sense in your head, to be honest; why would she try to set Steve, a long-time friend, to a near stranger (you)?

On your second day of knife-throwing, you asked him, genuinely curious, “Was this a skill you had to learn on your war times?”

“Actually, I learned this after I was defrosted”, he replied. “Back in the war, I only got gun training. They said ‘HYDRA won’t attack you with a knife’...”, he trailed off after that, with a distant and sad look.

You waited for him to resume his story, but when it didn’t happen, you asked, in a low voice, “Are you okay?”

He blinked, seemingly coming back to reality. “Oh, it’s just... Bucky attacked me with a knife when I met him as Winter Soldier.”

He spoke of the memory with odd fondness, but you didn’t ask further questions. “Guess your superiors were wrong, huh”, you said instead.

He nodded, a ghost of a grin in his lips. “Yeah, they were. Anyway, back to training. Here, you have to position your arm like this...”

And he was back to touching your arm, making you way too flustered for your liking. But you did everything right afterwards, so he most likely didn’t notice anything, much to your relief.

The last thing you wanted was for Steve to find out about your crush on him.

“We can take a break, you know?”

He raised his eyes to look at yours. “Why do you think we need one? Are you tired?” He sighed. Before you could reply, he kept on talking: “I should have realized you’d be. You’re not a super soldier, you wouldn’t pick up on my spe-”

“It’s not that”, you interrupted. He frowned. “I’m following you just fine, despite our... speed differences, or whatever you want to call it. I’m talking about... you, actually.”

His frown deepened. “What about me?”

You bit your lip. “You seem... down. Ever since breakfast. Like... like you woke up with less energy than usual.”

Silence followed your statement. You were about to dismiss your own words when he spoke up. “It’s my mother’s death anniversary.”

You felt your own face soften at that. “Oh, Steve”, you approached him and placed both hands on his shoulders. “We really should take a day off then.”

He closed his eyes and seemingly leaned into your touch, though it could have been an illusion on your part. “I... would mind hugging me?”

Your eyes widened, but you wouldn’t deny such a request. You hugged him as tightly as his physique let you, and he circled his strong arms around you. You heard sniffing. “It’s okay”, you whispered.

“It’s been over eighty years”, you heard him say. “It shouldn’t hurt this much anymore.”

“It will always hurt”, you replied, voice as soft as you could manage. “And Steve, you missed nearly 70 of those years. It hasn’t been that long for you, and no one is allowed to judge you for mourning your mother.”

He sobbed a for couple minutes and then broke apart from hug, a tear still visible. You were tempted to take that tear away with your thumb, but managed to stop yourself.

“Is there anything you’d like to do today?”, you asked. “I’ll stay with you. This is no time to be alone.”

He gave you a weak. “Thank you. It means a lot.” He took a breath. “I haven’t visited her grave since the Decimation. It only reminded me that Bucky, Sam and the others didn’t have a grave of their own. But now that there is hope they won’t need it...”, he trailed off again.

“Oh well. let’s go then.”

You looked for Natasha before heading to the cemetery, but then you remembered she had gone abroad to get Hawkeye.

The ride to the cemetery was quiet, and so was the path to Sarah Rogers’ grave - which, as you found out, was next to her husband’s. Steve knelt in front of both of them and you stepped aside, distancing yourself from the scene enough to give him privacy, but still close enough that you could quickly go to him in case he needed.

He stayed there for almost an hour, but looked at peace when stood up and called you to leave. You smiled at him, and you two went back to the Headquarters.

“You know what would cheer you up?”, you said after you changed clothes. “YouTube. I know just the thing, if you want to.”

His eyebrows arched. “I’m a bit afraid of what you’ll show me, but... let’s give it a try.” You beamed at him and asked for a tablet, which he promptly gave to you.

Two hours later, there were tears in his eyes, but of laughing too much. “Wait, there’s more!”, you said, laughing along.

“More? What happened in 2019 for people to make these crazy Freddie Mercury videos?”

You shrugged. “No idea, but I always laugh like an idiot when I see them. Thank you, YouTube recommendations.”

“Your recommendations page includes the entire Bee Movie voiced with 80s pop songs.”

“Exactly! We should try that one later.”

“Y/N no.”

“Y/N yes!”

“You’re insane.”

“That’s part of my charm.” You looked up and saw a fond expression in his face as he nodded.

“You have a point”, he said. Your face burned.

He eventually taught to you stab. Where to go for a kill, and where to go if you just wanted to incapacitate. You still trained your aim, of course, and he showed you a few fighting moves - mostly self-defense, since you were more likely to need to block attacks than doing them.

“If you ever get attacked, do everything in your power to stay away. Only then, if needed, you attack”, he explained. “I know you are not a complete beginner, but you still have to think of every move you do when you attack. We can’t have that, and you should avoid relying on instinct.” A pause. “God, I hope we won’t ever need to see if these lessons will pay off.”

You nodded. “I hope so, too.”

Then you heard Natasha come in. “Guys”, she said. “We have a problem.”

Carol Danvers (the one named Captain Marvel), appeared immediately after. “Thor wants to send his right-hand Valkyrie. Said he isn’t needed.”

“What?”, you exclaimed at the same Steve said, “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

Natasha shook her head. “Carol and I wen to see him in New Asgard. We wanted Bruce and Rocket to go at first, because he’s closer to them, but apparently they were in the final stages of development of the time machine... Anyway, he hasn’t been doing well there last three years at all. Valkyrie said he spends the whole day in his cabin, drinking and gaming. I saw him. He’s like, twice his weight, and not on muscles.”

You took a step closer to the two. If things with Thor were going like it seemed to, maybe you could help. “He’s having a drinking problem and refuses to fight”, you summarized.

Natasha nodded. “You didn’t see him right after the Snap, Y/N. He barely talked, barely ate, barely lived. This is the first time I see him smiling, and it’s not even real.”

You nodded slowly. “Alcoholism, depression, possible PTSD”, you mumbled, but they all heard you anyway, and stared at you. “What? I’m a doctor.”

“Do you think you could help him?”, Steve asked.

“I can try. Can’t guarantee anything, though.”

“You should go, then”, Natasha said. “I can’t leave again; Clint needs me around.” Apparently, Hawkeye had gone mad with grief and busted on a killing spree, murdering criminal around the world. So far he had calmed down, thanks to Natasha, but he was still deemed unsafe to be near others. “You don’t have to go by yourself, though.”

“I’ll go”, Steve offered. “If Y/N wants to, that is.” You turned your head to face him.

“Of course I want to! You don’t think I’d willingly go there alone, do you? I don’t know Thor!”

“Hey, there’s me”, Danvers protested weakly.

Three hours later, you, Steve and Danvers were on your way to New Asgard.

Valkyrie, who looked every bit like a mythological legend, led you to Thor’s cabin. “Be careful”, she whispered.

“I’m bringing a super-human with me”, you replied, patting Steve’s shoulder. “I’ll be fine.”

She didn’t believe you, but knocked on the door anyway. Thor opened a whole minute later.

You took a moment to look at him as he excitedly greeted Steve. He was shirtless, and it was clear Natasha wasn’t kidding when she said he was twice his weight; that much was clear, even if you had only seen him through pictures. His beard and hair were longer than you had ever seen, and he looked like he hadn’t taken a bath in days.

“And who are you, lady?”, he asked, turning to you.

“Y/N Y/L/N, Your Majesty”, you replied politely.

He laughed loudly at that. “‘Your Majesty’? Ha, that’s funny! That’s how you introduce me to newcomers, Val? M’lady, I don’t even run my own life, let alone this entire… village. No, no, I’m no king. Val’s in charge. Of everything.” He tried to sound cheerful, but failed miserably.

“Y/N is a friend, Thor”, Steve said, seemingly ignoring the Asgardian’s rant. “Mind if we go inside?”

Stumbling, he moved to let you two in. You took in your surroundings. The living room had a TV with videogame equipment, a fireplace, dozens of beer cans (half of them obviously empty), a very used couch, and a corridor that led to a kitchen you didn’t dare enter.

“Welcome, welcome”, he said loudly and… well, a little drunkenly. “What do I owe you the pleasure? I hope it’s not to try to make me fight, like Nat and Danvers wanted. Because I’m over it. I’m a peaceful man now.”

“Oh, really?”, you asked, looking at the TV screen. “That Fortnite game over begs to differ.”

He let out an embarrassed laugh. "Oh, that thing over there? It's nothing, just something I do when I have friends over."

"Oh, okay." You didn't believe that for a second. Although Danvers did mention some 'weird-looking' friends when she and Natasha came, he was alone this time. "Anyway, I came here to meet you, Thor. I've met all of the Avengers, but I was looking forward to fight with you. I've been a huge fan of yours-"

He raised his hand, frowning deep. "Fight with me? Are you going into battle, Lady Y/N? Because with all due respect, you are in no shape to fight. You are far too skinny for a warrior." He turned to Steve, who was standing by the corridor. "Is this true?"

He nodded. "Y/N is the one who gave us a reason to fight. It's in her right to join us." You knew Steve was as worried as Thor, but you were grateful that he hid it. "It's about having a right to fight", Thor snapped, "It's about risking a life! Why are you allowing such a risk?"

"We need numbers", you replied. "That's why Natasha and Danvers came here. We need as many as we can get. But I see it now. You are the one in no condition to fight, and I'm sorry for bringing it up.”

“I’m in perfect shape!”, he snapped. “My current looks may fool you, but I’m still stronger than any Midgardian!”

“Oh, Thor, I wasn’t talking about shape.” You sat down, and gestured for him to follow you. When he say by your side, you continued, “I can see it in your eyes. You’ve lost a lot, haven’t you? Your mom, your dad, your brother, your friends, most of your people... You haven’t moved on, have you? Not from the, not from Thanos... from anything at all.”

His face contorted in anger. “How can you possibly know that”, he said, “how can you possibly understand what I’ve been through? You’ve never suffered like I have!”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Steve taking a step to your direction, but you raised you hand to stop him, while placing the other on Thor’s shoulder. “When someone goes through as many traumas as you did... it leaves a mark. We all have our scars; but not all of them are visible to the eye. And there is no shame in having them. It makes you a great fighter.” A pause. “I lost my whole family too. In the Decimation.” At that, Thor looked up. “But I hope to bring them back. And I’m sorry I can’t offer you the same hope, but... that’s why I’m fighting, even though I lack expertise.”

A long silence followed your words. Suddenly Thor stood up and walked up to the TV corner, grabbing a huge axe you hadn’t noticed until that moment. He then walked to kitchen, and you saw him moving to get a bottle of drink. Steve stopped him, though. “Not on my watch”, he said. “We need you sober for this, buddy.”

“Oh, c’mon”, Thor snapped again. “You want to take me away from my only joy?”

“Yes, we do”, you said. “Because we want you to have joy from other things too. It’s time for you to move on, Thor. It’s what your family would have wanted.”

Valkyrie and Thor stayed on the back of the ship. You overheard her giving him tips on how to deal with the first alcohol-free days. You then glanced at Steve, who smiled at you.

“You did a great job, Y/N”, he said. “For a moment I thought everything was lost.”

“I thought so too”, you admitted. “And this is just the first step. He needs professional help if he wants to take the rest of the journey.”

“Then let’s make sure he sticks around long enough for us to help us find it.”

You nodded and rested on your seat. Then you noticed something on his left pocket. “Is that a rosary?”

He followed your gaze and nodded. “I always carry one with me.”

“Do you want to pray?”, you asked. “I’m Catholic too.”

He smiled, and led your prayers.

A few hours later, you landed in front of the headquarters. Natasha waited for you, along with Clint Barton and James Rhodes (aka War Machine).

“We have great news waiting for you inside”, Rhodes began, but interrupted himself upon seeing Thor. “You alright, man?”

“Nope”, he replied. “But give me a few training days and some meat, and I’ll be good as new.”

Well, at least he didn’t ask for a drink.

“Okay, then”, Rhodes shrugged. “As I was saying... Tony and his new team managed to build that time machine.”

“Rocket has already tested it”, Natasha added. “It’s safe.”

You and Steve exchanged glances and smiled wide. From your side, you heard Danvers say, “Let’s get it started, then.”

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If you are going through hard times, do not hesitate to seek professional and trained help. Check local resources and ask for recommendations. Bottling up never did anyone any good. I’m free to listen, if you want.

As I said last chapter, part 6 will feature major changes in canon. Stay tuned!

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like-a-bag-of-potatoes · 5 years ago

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Hunted - Chapter One

A/N: This series is a military AU that will feature characters from Marvel and Supernatural. This will be a rollercoaster and I will try to warn accordingly for every chapter. Also, I want to throw out there that feedback is the fastest way to my heart. And last but not least, a shout out to my girl @thorne93 for betaing all of this (and yelling at me), and to my girl @superapplepie for letting me test this story out on her, you guys are the best.

Flashbacks are italics.

Warnings: Angst.

Characters (this chapter): Julia Smith (OFC), Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Wordcount: 2736

Series Summary:

Julia Smith has spent her entire adult life serving her country, but now she lives her life as an inactive marine in New York city. She’s trying hard to find her footing as a civilian, but she can’t shake the restlessness that has settled in her bones. One day she gets an anonymous note with information about a friend’s suicide, and the chase for information begins.

Her first stop is her old comrade, James Barnes, and together they set out to reunite their old squad, to gather intel, and to solve a mystery. The deeper they dig, the more dangerous it gets, and it does not take long before they understand that they’re being hunted. Now it’s a race against the clock. Can they get to the bottom of this and find out who’s hunting them before they lose anymore men?

The squad is united again for one last mission, and it’s gonna be one hell of a ride.

May 16th 2018, New York City:

“So, how are you doing today, Julia?”

The bright, homey office of Dr. Maria Madsen had become Julia's refuge after coming home from the war. She could close her eyes and still see every plant, picture, and piece of furniture in there, right down to the little notebook the doctor had next to her phone. Even the lavender scent that filled the office gave her a sense of calm now, even though it had given her a headache in the beginning. At first, Julia had been in here three times a week, but because of the progress she was making, it was down to once a week now.

Julia Smith was a simple woman in many ways, but her mind got complicated after the war, something she was still trying to adjust to. During the last six months of her deployment she had thought much about life as a civilian, how peaceful and simple it would be. She had hopes and dreams for her future, but it proved to be much more difficult to adjust than she had imagined. “I'm doing alright,” she said, locking eyes with her therapist. “Been sleeping and eating well, and the nightmares aren't as frequent anymore.”

Maria looked at her patient, trying to find something in her body language that indicated a truth that wasn't spoken. She was used to veterans lying to her, telling her what they thought she needed to hear to give them a clean bill of health, but Julia wasn't like the rest of them. She had come here voluntarily, and even though she was reluctant to talk at first, she had opened up and kept the dialog going, making Maria's job a little simpler. Still, she couldn't help her instinct, so she always looked for subtle clues in her patients. “And how are you dealing with Sam Wilson's suicide?”

It had been three weeks since Julia got the call from her comrade, James, that Sam had ended his life. “I'm dealing. The funeral was hard, but I'm glad I got to say goodbye to him,” she said, averting her eyes to try and hide the tears that stung behind them. “It was nice to see the squad again too.”

Maria watched her patient, the slight quiver of her chin and the way her eyes glossed over told her that Julia was still mourning her friend. “You're allowed to grieve,” she noted.

“I know.” Julia was tough, she had to be to make it through this life, and showing her vulnerable side like this was something that didn't come naturally to her, it was something she had to learn, something she was still working on.

Julia had the military running through her blood. She came from a long line of military men, so when her father was killed in combat there was no doubt in her mind that she was to follow in his footsteps. The day of her eighteenth birthday, she enlisted. Camp Lehigh became her home and her squad became her family, but as a girl, she had to prove herself every day, she had to prove that she could hold her own. She had to be tough.

“You have lost a lot of your friends-”

“Family,” Julia corrected.

“Sorry. You have lost a lot of your family since you got deployed the first time, and a couple more this past year, do all those memories resurface when you get a phone call like the one you got when Sargent Wilson died?” Maria asked, trying to get Julia to talk about her losses.

“They're on my mind every day. Everyone we lost in battle and everyone we lost since. I don't think that there will ever be a day that they aren't on my mind,” she said with a very defensive tone, feeling like her doctor didn't appreciate how closely knitted one became when you went into battle together.

“That's understandable,” Maria mumbled while she wrote something down on her notepad. “Does it affect you differently when they are a victim of war as opposed to victims of suicide?”

“They are all victims of war,” Julia stated simply. “Whether they died in battle or took their own life after, they're still victims of war. The things that we see, the things we have to do… they never leave you, the war never leaves you,” she said coldly, her eyes drifting to the vast window that overlooked some of Manhattan.

“How about you? Can you live with the things you have seen and done?” Maria asked, sensing a change in her patient. Right now she couldn't put her finger on what it was, but something was different today.

“Are you asking me if I'm suicidal, doc?” Julia quizzed, raising her brows in disbelief as her attention was drawn back to her therapist.

“Maybe.” Maria shifted in her seat, leaning forward as she awaited the answer that never came. “Are you still going to group?”

“No. I haven't been there in a few months,” Julia informed. “Sitting in a ring with old geezers talking about their old army buddies wasn't exactly therapeutic to me.”

“Alright. Do you at least have someone else to talk to? A friend maybe? Someone who can check in on you every now and then?”

“This is bullshit. I'm not suicidal,” Julia snapped.

“Okay. It just feels like you're in a different headspace today, that's why I'm asking,” Maria defended as she leaned back in her chair.

“You know, I think I've had enough therapy for today.” Julia got to her feet and grabbed her purse from the coat rack in the office.

Maria also got to her feet. This was not the first time that Julia finished a session early, but there was something in her behavior on this particular day that worried Dr. Madsen. “Do you want to schedule your appointment for next week before you go?” she asked as she put her notes on the chair she had just been occupying.

“I'll call and make an appointment,” Julia said dismissively, storming out of the office without looking back at her therapist. For the last nine months she had been coming here, any therapist worth their degree would know by now that she wasn't suicidal, it was insulting that she even got asked that question.

“Ms. Smith?” Dr. Madsen’s receptionist called after her, but Julia didn't stop so she had to run after her. Once out in the street, the dirty blonde woman caught up to Julia, waving an envelope in her hand. “This was left here for you,” she said, handing Julia the piece of paper.

“Who gave this to you?” Julia asked after seeing her name neatly written on the envelope. No address or stamp on it, which meant that someone delivered it personally, someone who knew she'd be here. An uneasy feeling crept up on her as she looked into the secretary's blue eyes.

“I don't know. It was on my desk when I got back from the bathroom, figured it might be important,” she said with a shrug.

Julia's eyes was trained at the envelope as she offered a quick thank you to the woman next to her.

***

The door to the small studio apartment in Brooklyn flung open and was shut just as fast when Julia finally reached her home. The small space wasn't really decorated at all, no personal belongings except for a picture on her nightstand of her squad, her family. She had all the necessities of living, a kitchen, pots and pans, a bed, a small television, a tiny bathroom, but there was absolutely nothing in there that would give any clue as to who lived there, and that's exactly how she wanted it.

Grabbing her trusted bottle of whiskey, she sat down on the lumpy couch and took a big gulp of the golden liquid, not bothering with a glass. The uneasy feeling that had settled in her after she got the envelope put her nerves in high gear, and she needed some liquid courage before she opened it. Ever since she got the news about Sam, she had been on edge, her instincts telling her that something wasn't right, but ultimately she had chalked it up to grief. However, she had spent all her adult life relying on her instincts, so why should this be any different?

With a deep breath she ripped the envelope open and pulled out the note that was folded up inside of it. It was handwritten, neat and easily read, and just by looking at the letters she knew it was a woman who wrote it.

Julia Smith.

You don't know me, and you have no reason to trust me, but I have been working on a case for the past year, and now it has lead me back to you and the last mission you worked during your deployment last year. I can't give you much information, but I wanted you to know that Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanoff were murdered.

A higher power is at work here, and I am working the case on my end, but dead soldiers are a bit beyond my pay grade. I don't care what you do with this information, but I didn't feel right sitting on it.

Regards,

Anonymous friend.

“Shit.”

Julia ran over to her closet, knocking the whiskey over on her way, but there was no time to worry about that. Her military issued duffle bag lay on the bottom of the closet, already packed and ready for a quick get away, so she pulled it out and threw it on her bed before she started taking off her clothes to get changed.

Out of the duffle, she pulled a black pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that she threw on before grabbing her combat boots from their place by the front door. If anyone had seen her like this, they would think this all happened in a frenzy, a person panicking and acting irrational, but it was everything but. She was calm and collected, she knew what had to be done, and she did it efficiently.

When she stepped into the bathroom, she put her brown hair up in a high ponytail and put on a black baseball cap, pulling the hair through the little hole in the back. She needed to hide her face as best she could. When she left this apartment, she needed to be invisible.

The last drops from the whiskey bottle fell to the floor as she shoved her gun into the lining of her pants before she put on her leather jacket to hide it. Now all that was left was the photo on her nightstand. Her slender fingers picked it up carefully, the smiling faces of her squad, her family, greeting her. These people were all she had in her life, and she intended to keep the rest of them alive, no matter the cost. The last thing she did before leaving her apartment was to fold the picture in half, putting a little more wear on the crease that had formed down the middle of the photo, and securing it in her back pocket.

***

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes was the only one other than Julia that lived in the city, so he was her next logical stop, that didn't mean she felt good about what she was about to tell him. Navigating the streets of New York was simple enough, hiding in the masses of people, going unnoticed. But Julia had been looking over her shoulder the whole way, backtracking and making detours to make sure she hadn't been followed before she finally knocked on his door.

“Jules?” he questioned when he opened the door. It wasn't like her to show up unannounced, or at all for that matter. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to see her, but an unannounced visit normally came with bad news, and by the look on her face, this wasn't any different.

“Hey, Bucky,” she said, looking over her shoulder and down the empty corridor. “Can I come in?”

“Sure.” He opened the door wider and stepped aside to let her in, also letting his eyes scan the corridor. Bucky had known her for years, they had trained together, served together, basically spent all their adult lives together, he knew her better than he knew himself it seemed like. Just one look at her today, and he knew something was wrong, something big. “Want to clue me in here?”

This apartment looked a lot like Julia's, sparsely decorated, small, the bare minimum of what someone needed to live. The same photograph that she had in her back pocket was stuck to his fridge with a magnet, but other than that, no identifiers of who lived here. It's strange how this becomes the norm after spending most of your life moving around the world.

“Something happened today.”

“What?” he asked, concern flashing over his handsome face, his blue eyes narrowing as she pulled out the envelope and handed it to him. “What is this?”

“This was dropped off for me at my therapist’s office today. I don't think I was inside for more than ten minutes,” she informed.

Bucky kept his eyes on her as he opened the envelope and pulled out the note inside, unsure that he wanted to know what it contained. When his eyes dropped down to the words written, Julia kept a steady eye on his face, how his eyes moved across the page, how his eyebrows scrunched together as he took in what was actually written, and how his strong jaw flexed under the dark scruff that was covering it. She watched him get angrier and angrier with every word, until his eyes met hers again, a fire ignited behind them.

“Is this a joke?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Do you think I would show up here like this if I thought this was a joke?” Jules challenged. As marines they were taught to hide their emotions, to bury them until the mission was over, and Bucky was normally one of the hardest to read. That wasn't the case now though, and she couldn't really blame him. “I told you that something was off about Wilson's death.”

“His suicide, you mean?” he countered.

“His murder.”

“You’re being paranoid, Jules,” Bucky said dismissively as he shoved the note back into her hands. “Natasha and Sam killing themselves was a tragedy, but it's not exactly uncommon for veterans to commit suicide. Doesn't mean that there are some kind of conspiracy behind it.”

“Come on, Buck. You have to admit that something isn't right here. Can you honestly tell me that the Sam Wilson you knew would blow his own brains out?”

“Hey!” Bucky warned as he took two steps closer. “He was a good man and a great marine, but he wasn't immune to the shit we did. We don't know what was going on in his head, maybe he couldn't deal with it anymore.” Bucky was a big guy, a head taller than Julia, and muscled from head to toe, he looked scary as all hell, but Jules knew that he had an even bigger heart than most people she knew, so she wasn't afraid of him.

“I don't believe that for a second,” Jules said stubbornly. She didn't as much as flinch as he came closer, towering over her while his voice was low and gravelly. She knew that the only reason why he was showing his emotions was because he was having doubts as well, but maybe he needed more time to get on board with this. “I'm gonna get to the bottom of this, and I'm here to ask for your help,” she said calmly and with as much resolve as she could muster up.

“Jesus, Jules. This isn't real. There's no story here, just leave it alone.”

“You know I'm not gonna do that.” She shoved the note back in her duffle and threw it over her shoulder. “Thanks for nothing, Sergeant Barnes,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she turned away from him and made her way towards the door.

“Don't be like that,” he yelled after her in an exasperated tone, but he got no response from her. “Fuck,” he muttered when she slammed the door shut behind her, leaving him alone.

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‘Sucker’ Punch: The Behind-the-Scenes Players to Launch Jonas Brothers’ First No. 1 | Variety

The trio's manager, A&R and label chief explain how an authentic thaw in sibling relations led to a strategy of silence, then shock and awe.

March 11, 2019 by Chris Willman

America is collectively a sucker for the Jonas Brothers again — or at least that’s the strong indication from first-week results for their comeback, a full decade after the trio last had a top 30 single. “Sucker” just became their first song ever to top the Billboard Hot 100, and the first by any band to debut at the top of the chart in more than 20 years. According to Buzz Angle Music, the first seven days for “Sucker” racked up a combination of 30 million audio streams, 16 million video streams and 88,000 digital sales, on top of a fast radio start that found nearly every pop station adding the tune.

How’s it possible one of the biggest phenomena of the late 2000s never had a No. 1? Back in their original heyday, radio and older fans were both mutually suspicious of any act coming out of the Disney camp, no matter how massive the ticket sellouts or record sales (they had four straight platinum or double-platinum albums, if you count the “Camp Rock” soundtrack). Ten years later, pent-up fan energy is meeting no such gatekeeper resistance.

“As big as they were previously, they’ve never seen this kind of chart action, which is pretty wild at this point of their career,” Monte Lipman, the chairman/CEO of Republic Records, tells Variety. “They were an arena act, but in terms of the traditional record flying up and down the charts, they never had that. From the outside looking in, I was always intrigued by their success and thinking about what would happen if they had a record that stormed the charts on top of all of that, like they do now. So we’ve been having a blast.”

Crucial parts of the campaign: “Having Nick’s and Kevin’s wives and Joe’s fiancée be a part of the video was really powerful, and that visual provided a lot of fuel at launch that was beneficial to the whole campaign,” says Phil McIntyre, founder/CEO of Philymack, their management company. “And the platform of James (Corden, whose show featured the Jonas Brothers for an entire week) was phenomenal and made for great, fun content that travels.” The “Carpool Karaoke” was even revealing enough about the brothers’ personal story to make up for a lot of interviews they could have done and didn’t. But prior to the video and Corden, the perhaps even more critical component in the plan was… silence. “It was definitely part of our strategy, to try to keep it under the radar, and it was helpful that it stayed there,” says McIntyre, “because we were totally expecting that it wouldn’t.”

“As hard as it is to keep a secret in 2019, especially when you’re three of the most followed guys online,” says Republic’s EVP of A&R, Wendy Goldstein, “they did a great job at keeping it quiet. And the Jonas Brothers as a band may have been dormant, but their individual development and success probably contributed to amplifying excitement. They’ve been out there for six years in the public eye, but not as Jonas Brothers,” she says. “It was the perfect tease.”

Adds Lipman, “Because when you think about the marketplace, nearly 150,000 new songs are made available every single week, and the greatest competition we’ve got right now is that sheer volume — the static, the noise. So in this case the best thing to do was almost the opposite, something without any messaging, and literally just drop it out of the sky — and ka-boom, it’s the loudest bang you can create.” But everyone was concerned the secrecy could be blown at any moment. “Any time the guys were ever seen in the same room together, the rumors started flying. So there was a lot of denial, absolutely.”

Plausible deniability, though, because the Jonases really did have another reason to be in one another’s company — a documentary — and the recording was an outgrowth of the unofficial on-camera therapy sessions undertaken for that.

“A year ago, we started making a documentary with just the intention of telling what an incredible story these brothers have of taking this journey together and growing up in the public eye together as a family, and the ups and downs of it,” says McIntyre. “And it was not to necessarily make new music or anything like that. So it unfolded in the most authentic way possible, and I think that’s part of why there was an element of surprise, because for the most part when they were seen together, most people thought it was for the documentary.”

When did a documentary shoot turn into a resumption of the Jonas Brothers as a commercial and artistic enterprise? “I would say it was toward the end of the summer last year,” McIntyre says. “Because we probably did four or five different trips with the brothers: They went to Australia where Joe was shooting ‘The Voice.’ They went to Jersey and to a couple other locations, and probably after the fourth or fifth location, they had sort of processed through so much of the things that tore ‘em apart earlier in their career, and just started to get honest with each other. And there’s a magic to when they’re together, and as much success as anyone’s had on their own solo journey, it doesn’t necessarily compare to what they’ve experienced as brothers. So it was toward the end of summer that they started to have the conversations around it, and it was at that point that I said, ‘I’ve got to get with Monte and talk through this.’ Because in my mind, there was only one place to do this, and that was with Republic. I just knew that they would they would be able to nail it.”

Finding a new label home for the Jonas Brothers, many years after their departure from Disney’s Hollywood Records, wasn’t a stretch. Republic had had Joe’s interim project, the group DNCE, and been jointly involved with Island Records on Nick’s solo career.

Lipman says he didn’t offer any preferences for which stylistic direction the Jonas Brothers should take their new music, once he was brought in. “Monte Lipman? No,” he chuckles, as if the idea that he’d get personally involved in their A&R is a laugh. “I learned a long time ago just let them let them do their thing. The cool thing about working with the Philymack camp in particular and the Jonas Brothers as their partners is that when they come to the table, so much of it is been vetted, and ‘Hey, this is the way we’d like to present the music. This is the aesthetic.’”

But Goldstein did get highly involved as recording continued — and had a strong preference when it came time to pick a single out of the supposed two albums’ worth of material the trio has recorded. “There are some really powerful bangers ready to go,” she says. “But ‘Sucker’ just had a vibe. It felt like a great way to come out. I think everybody agreed on that.” After her persuasiveness, anyway. “There definitely was a debate as far as what the first look would be,” says McIntyre, “and to Wendy’s credit, she was the one who said, ‘I feel strongly that “Sucker” is the right first sound and first song.’”

“Sucker” is much more akin to the dance-oriented material Nick and Joe have done in the interim years than the guitar-based, power-pop sound the brothers played in the 2000s. At recent “secret” shows in New York and L.A., the group sounded like they did in the first part of their career — that is, like a straight-up, heavy-on-the-hooks rock band — and they rearranged the one new song they played, “Sucker,” just enough that it fit in with the guitars-and-live-drums ethos of their old sound. But that may not be an indication of where the eventual album will be headed.

“Creatively, they’ve evolved, as any artists would after a decade,” says Goldstein, not quite willing to commit them to a genre. “I don’t think it’s tied to any era in particular. They were adamant about making an honest, real and somewhat raw comeback. They draw on their history together, but it’s an exciting new chapter.” McIntyre is a little more committal about how fans shouldn’t expect the new material to exactly revive the 2000s: “I would say that you will be able to see and hear the influences of what Joe did in his solo career and what Nick did in his solo career come together in a very natural way.”

It was a good time for the brothers to reunite, personal reasons aside, because although their solo endeavors had kept them somewhat in the limelight — Nick as a solo artist and Joe with DNCE had both made the top 10, and had ongoing success on the dance charts — neither had had such an ongoing run of hits that a resumption of the brother act would seem like a step backward. Nothing was guaranteed: The last time the Jonas Brothers tried coming back after a layoff, in 2012-13, on an indie label, the media and radio weren’t much interested, and their personal disagreements took such a toll that a planned album and tour were canceled as they officially broke up. But clearly a few years of their absence as a collective made the public heart grow fonder.

“They were part of a lot of people’s most influential years, of their childhoods or beyond,” says McIntyre, “and so I think that the timing of them bringing those positive, good times has resonated, and people appreciate them now for being the soundtrack to their lives.” Plus, there’s the small matter of the song being good, “so we do get the opportunity to get a whole new audience that isn’t there for nostalgic reasons. It’s very much a two-pronged strategy.”

As for an album, “We’re working through the timeline now,” McIntyre says. “I think everybody would like to get it out as quick as possible, so I would look to the first half of this year.” As for a live return, the brothers had 35 minutes of material very solidly rehearsed for their secret El Rey show last week, but the nature of a tour is still under discussion. Picking up where they left off at the height of their careers, in arenas, has been part of the conversation, but so have more modest venues. Nick leaves this week to shoot a “Jumanji” sequel, which may put a slight speed bump in those discussions.

Will the documentary, done in partnership with Amazon, come out simultaneously with the album? “As of right now they’re separate things,” McIntyre says, “but we’re looking at it. Because as you tell this story, you realize that so much of the story revealed itself through the process that then led to the music. So we’re playing with just how to kind of roll out the two bodies of work.”

McIntyre says some healing had gone on before work on the documentary started, but the filming process caught any sense of alienation further breaking down. “I think that they are like most families out there — that they had touched on the issues enough to be able to move forward, but they didn’t really get into it,” says the manager. “They didn’t go into the depth of where the hurt was each one of them really felt in those moments, and being able to articulate it and explain it to each other. That was a discovery along the way of making this. It wasn’t something that we knew was there, necessarily; it was once we got into it, we sort of all looked at each other and were like, ‘Wow, there’s a lot of layers to this that need to be discussed.’”

Lipman also says the documentary will further reveal that the reunion “is not a marketing ploy. It’s not anything that was calculated. It wasn’t a money grab.” But if they’re able to mint some out of the finally refreshed brotherly love, that will be a significant Jonas bonus.

Source: Variety

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rarestereocats · 7 years ago

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rundown of the wednesday/thursday session!

we start off already with a nice morning Roast Fest of me while i’m unable to defend myself or beg for mercy. Xaren tells Rikius my embarrassing pier talk and Industria decides to jump in and says how i can’t stop talking about his casting hand apparently. with my ears ringing, i get out of bed and meet up with Elathera who asks for my aid in dealing with Existential Tenin later.

we head downstairs to meet up with everyone else and i slap my crazy idea for the day on the table. seek out Lucky for their help in dealing with Velevana. with Miss McNasty pairing herself with a god of undeath though, they could very easily turn Lucky against us, so that option is brushed off. Rikius then asks for some context about my pier talk and i realize Xaren has betrayed me. revenge for the Thompson situation.

after meeting with Thaddeus and getting our next mission, Elathera, Tenin, and i head outside to do some bird watching. Tenin needs some hobbies of his own and with him really loving birds, it’s the perfect hobby. i try to call a bird down, but it displays casual catfolk racism and favors Elathera instead. she hands the bird off to Tenin carefully who is in awe of this tiny thing perched on his finger.

in a total Disney moment, we instruct him to pet said bird and he does so. i ask him what he’ll name them and he says “Courage”. he whistles to the bird and Courage whistles back, flying up to sit on his head. Tenin is revived by this encounter and as the bird flies off, he says they’ll meet again.

our next mission is to deliver treaties to the capital of the Teme-rasadar nation. we spend two weeks on the road and Xaren gets another vision from Remy. the beginning of the ritual that Lucky performed to become a lich. pulled back to reality, he seeks out Elathera to do some of that crystal ball shit she does to dig deeper. he tells her how the ritual would also bind Remy and Lucky’s souls and bind their families so they would always be connected.

Elathera sets up for this and Xaren brings up that i should be there for this too, so she goes to wake me. interrupting Rikius’s meditation, he’s curious as to why she’s waking me at 1am. she explains so he asks if she’s using divination magic, but Elathera says no, so he says that she’s waking me up for a scam. despite her now hurt feelings, Elathera pushes through the pain and eventually gets me up, so the four of us go to her tent.

i hand Xaren Lucky’s dagger and we all wait in anticipation. pulled back to Remy, he sees they’re in a cave and there’s symbols on the floor. Lucky cuts their hand open with a dagger and expects Remy to go along too, but when Remy hesitates and finally admits they don’t wanna do it, Lucky cuts them to join their blood and then pushes them into the flames, watching them burn to death. Xaren is pulled back to reality and explains and with me now going into crisis mode, i manage to wake everybody else up.

with no sleep coming to any of us, we hit the road for the capital again. Industria asks Rikius if that is indeed his real name or if it’s actually Richard and things get a little heated. she asks what kind of person names their kid Zakina and implies i’m actually just Zak, but i very angrily warn everyone to never call me Zak. so Rikius decides fire back at her and say that her name’s actually Jennifer and we all descend on her like a pack of dogs (what’s wrong, Jennifer? don’t be mad, Jennifer!) until she casts silence on us all.

we reach the capital and are escorted to meet up with diplomats and generals. we deliver our treaty and walk them through the terms, do a little negotiating, and the council says they’ll vote on it in two months time. we head home to alert Thaddeus of this success and we’re rewarded handsomely and given a week off.

Elathera now enlists Industria’s help in fixing Existential Tenin and she nails that shit with flying colors. they have a nice therapy session in her garden and she reassures him that him and OG Tenin are two totally separate beings. before Elathera can say anything to ruin her progress, Industria covers her mouth and continues on until they can both see our boy coming back to us. he brings up missing Courage and so we should really contemplate buying a bird feeder or two.

Xaren really wants to meet my family, so he comes to the manor and finds me and Rikius just chilling. how convenient that i also have to make a visit home, so the three of us head to my farm. Xaren starts on his first lesson with Sirqi and she’s is excited as shit. she can’t meditate for shit though, but goddamn does she try. cue 80s training montage and as Granny joins us, i go to fetch Xaren and promptly get kicked in the ankle by Sirqi.

upon getting back inside, Sirqi and Sanna are all over a very annoyed Rikius, braiding his hair as usual. Sirqi lets him know that if he does anything to me, she’s got kung-fu moves and yanks his hair, so i have to step in and ruin her fun and shoo her away. she reluctantly goes upstairs to practice meditating and Sanna joins me and Xaren as i pull Granny away.

my reason for this visit is to drop off a nice, hearty 10,000 gold. life insurance basically. Granny is shocked and goes to give it back, but i tell her i need to make sure they’re all taken care of in case something goes wrong. it’s at this moment Xaren gets upset and drags me outside to question why i’m even thinking of chasing after him to the Underdark when i have a family. Rikius comes out and Xaren asks him to convince me not to go, but he doesn’t try at all and even if he did, i am going.

so he tries his next best option and tells my dad, who is shocked and horrified. he grabs his greataxe and tells me he’s coming to, so haha, that backfired. i manage to talk my dad out of going and he’s a little sad, but he understands. we head back out, Xaren going back to the monastery, and me and Rikius heading back to the manor. Industria and Elathera are hanging out and an important letter arrives.

Industria reads it first, exclaiming loudly “dark elves!?”. she hands it to Elathera who then asks who ms. Kociak is and immediate panic sets in for me. i go to leave, but Industria stops me. Asri is traveling with a group of dark elves near the border, so we gather our crew and head out to catch up with them. we reach the camp through the rain and upon approaching, two drow tell us we need to leave. Xaren says we’re here to see Asri and they’re still not convinced, so i yell that she’s gonna wanna see me.

and so she steps out. Junior McNasty herself, Asri Kociak. she goes on and on about feeling a call. something pulling her north and she was apparently joined by Xaren’s dad, Antony. Xaren gets to be reunited with his dad while me and Asri get heated cuz surprise! her abusive ass hasn’t changed a bit. Antony says Asri fit in the Underdark very well which is not surprising at all, i punch my mom and it’s all downhill from there. she was also traveling with a high priestess from the underdark, so oh god.

Asri gets sucker punched by Xaren (hell yeah) and in a surprising turn of events despite the shitshow this battle started as, i pretty much flay her alive and kill her and after taking anything useful off of her ass, i ask Industria to burn the body. can’t take chances when you’re related to a lich, ya’ know? we take down the high priestess who rambles on about Velevana, so Xaren curbstomps her until she’s dead. the drow bodyguards are reluctantly let go and i watch Asri burn away.

Antony intends to keep on the journey though, so Xaren asks him to at least come spend some time in Florence, to which he agrees.

and that’s where we left off.

#adventures of the volunteer fire department #oc: zakina kociak #game: pathfinder crusades

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princeparkersmythe · 7 years ago

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Hit Me Like A Flash → Wendy & Parker

Involved → Wendy Anderson & Parker Smythe. Location → Blaine’s 80′s party. Time Frame → Saturday, September 16th, towards the end of the party. Notes → Parker accidentally drinks something that was spiked and confesses way more secrets to Wendy than he probably should. Warnings → Mentions of alcohol, depression, anxiety, and abuse. Also explosions.

Wendy was enjoying this party about as much as she enjoyed the last one. Perhaps this was was a bit more fun because of her and Parker’s themed outfits. Still, the night was going about the same as last time, until she somehow managed to lose track of Parker and Danny. Looking around in an attempt to reunite with them, she finally spotted Parker with a cup in his hand, hurrying over to him. “There you are... I’ve been looking for you and Danny for nearly a half an hour.” she said before raising her eyebrows slightly. “I thought you said you weren’t going to drink tonight..?”

Parker wasn’t exactly having a good time. He liked being dressed as JD, but for the most part he felt even more out of place at this party than he had at the last one. It felt like everyone was having a good time except for him. He was still dealing with that last remaining bit of getting over his crush on Mason, worrying about his date with Blaine (that he wasn’t even sure was actually happening since Blaine seemed more interested in Kane than him), and his depression and anxiety levels were through the roof. The worst part was that nobody seemed to notice... that or nobody cared. When Wendy found him, he shrugged slightly at the question before taking another sip. “I’m not drinking.” he said as the cup reached his mouth.

Wendy raised her brow before looking Parker up and down. “I’m pretty sure that’s spiked, love.” she informed him. She had noticed Parker slowly starting to spiral over the past week or so. She assumed it had something to do with him feeling alone or left out, so she’d done her best to make sure he felt included during rehearsal when they had down time and to hang out with him as much as she could throughout the week, but maybe there was more to it than that. “How much have you had?”

Parker felt his eyes go a bit wide as he looked down at the cup. “Oh.” he said before biting down on his lip. “I didn’t know that.” he admitted through a slur before slowly lowering the cup a bit. “Not enough to be super drunk... enough to feel something.”

Wendy reached for the cup before nodding slowly. “Uh huh, well, either way, I’m cutting you off.” she said before looking him up and down again. “Come with me, I think you need a party break.” she stated as she took his hand, leading him to her dorm room. She thought about taking him back to his own, but hers was closer so it seemed like the wise thing to do. Relieved to find that Van wasn’t there and that they were alone she sat him down on her bed and crossed her arms. “Okay, talk, you’re in need of a friend therapy session and what better time to do that then when you have alcohol in your system?” she joked.

Parker allowed her to lead him through the crowd, sliding off of her bed so he could sit on the floor. “I’ve got a lot of stuff going on.” he said with a sigh. “Got my first crush, the guy didn’t like me back because he likes someone else. Complained about that to your brother and he asked me out, but I think he likes Kane better than he likes me... and why wouldn’t he? I got so lonely I called my ex girlfriend... I keep telling myself that it’s okay that I’m alone... I’m going to spend my life that way anyway, I might as well get use to it. But every time I think I am use to it, something happens to send me flying backwards.”

Wendy listened carefully as he spoke. She’d known he had anxiety and depression, but he had a lot more emotional turmoil going on than she’d realized. “Parker, you’re not going to end up alone, you’re a great guy. You don’t need to be calling some ex. What did you call her for, anyway?”

Parker looked down. “That’s what everyone keeps saying, but the more I hear it, the harder it is to believe.” he looked back up at her. “She always told me if I didn’t stay with her that I’d end up alone, that she was the only person who would care about me because I wasn’t good enough and she was the only one out there kind enough to put up with me and settle for me. Guess I just thought I should let her know she was right.” He fiddled with his coat a bit.

Wendy was taken back by Parker’s words. “Parker, no one should talk to anyone the way she spoke to you. You don’t deserve that. Is that why you broke up with her?” she asked. “Don’t let lies she told you get to you, especially not when you’re drunk. None of what she said is true, you know that, right?”

Parker scoffed. “I spent most of my relationship with her drunk. Too drunk to even know what was happening, most of the time. Not that I wanted to be, but she made me, that was the easiest way to control me. I left because I couldn’t take it anymore. I left because I was gay and I wasn’t attracted to her anyway. But sometimes I think... as horrible as she was to me, at least I wasn’t alone.”

Wendy felt herself exhale before crawling over from her spot on the floor to hug him. “Oh, Parker.” she pulled away from the hug and lightly hit him in the shoulder. “You stop that talk right now, you hear? No amount of loneliness is worth being with someone who is abusive. You did the right thing getting out of there and I’m so incredibly proud of you for that. You should be proud of yourself for that. Whatever guy picked someone else over you doesn’t know what he’s missing... and you know what else? Maybe there won’t be another guy who’s smart enough to see that for a long time, but that doesn’t mean he’s not out there.” She sat herself on her knees. “You’re truly one of a kind, Parker Smythe, you are a light in a very dark world and I don’t ever want you dim that light just because other people are too busy to notice it shine, okay?”

Parker hugged her back before blinking in surprise when she hit his shoulder. It was playful, so it didn’t hurt, but it surprised him. “Ah, okay.” he responded. He listened as she spoke, only feeling himself get emotional as she continued. He let out a shaky breath in response, giving a small nod. “Okay.” he said again. Her words resonated with him. It was definitely something he needed to hear, but not anything he ever expected anyone to say.

Wendy reached up to wipe his face gently. “Good, and if I ever come across this ex girlfriend of yours, my arrow is going to go through more than just her door.” she stated. “I know it doesn’t seem like it right now, but you’re going to be okay. I promise.” she said seriously. “I know you didn’t ask me to, but I promise I won’t tell anyone about anything you told me, I assume you don’t want people to know.”

Parker nodded a bit. “Thanks. You assume right.” he hesitated a moment before letting out a small sigh. “It’s just so much harder than I thought it was going to be. I thought the reason my life was so difficult was because I was in the closet, I thought coming out, a weight would be lifted off of me and all those it gets better videos would finally make sense... and it’s not like I thought I’d end up married to my first crush or anything crazy like that. Even when I got my first crush, I knew he wasn’t going to like me back, but it’s not the moments where he and I are hanging out together or even with a group of friends that are hard. Those moments feel like our friendship survived and everything’s going to be okay... it’s the moments at rehearsal when he’s with that other person or when I see them in the halls together that I suddenly feel like I’m being crushed under an enormous weight and like I’ll never recover, you know? I’m not even having fun at rehearsal anymore, it’s just hard and painful being there. I’ve never felt that way about a show before. Theater use to be my escape from my problems, now it’s partially the cause of it.” he looked down at his outfit before sighing. “Sometimes, I wish I was more like JD...”

Wendy let him vent. “I’m sorry about that, really, I am. I’ll do my best to make sure you feel more included at rehearsal. Or distracted. Whichever you think you need more.” she promised. She could understand the way he felt, it was shocking to hear him say that he wasn’t having fun at rehearsal anymore because he was feeling so depressed, but she understood. If Danny hadn’t returned her feelings, seeing him around campus with someone else would’ve utterly crushed her, despite the fact that she would never admit to that out loud since she never admitted to those sorts of feelings. If people asked, she said she didn’t even have feelings, it was just easier that way. At the last thing he said, she gave a playful smile before letting her head tilt to the side. “You want to blow up the school?” she teased.

Parker let out a small sad laugh. “Not exactly, no. I just wish I could go for the things I want. Everything JD wanted to do, he went out and did it. Sure, the things he wanted to do was murder a bunch of people, I definitely don’t want to do that. just... I don’t know what I’m saying...”

Wendy gave a tiny nod of understanding. “I think I do.” she said honestly. “You want to be reckless without worrying what other people will think. You want a level of confidence in yourself to say what you want to say without fear of being judged... it’s the same reason you want to dye your hair purple. I’m sure we can find some way to give you that feeling that you’re looking for. But there’s no use assuming that how things are now are how they’re always going to be. Whether you never get married but end up with 6 Tony Awards, have a husband and 3 kids, or if you convince Danny to leave me and you two run off and have some sort of epic adorable nerdy affair, everything’s going to turn out exactly the way it’s suppose to, and it’s going to be great.”

Parker quickly nodded. “Exactly.” he said before letting out a sigh of relief. “It’s nice to have someone who gets it.” he admitted quietly. “Psh, yeah right, like I’d really steal Danny from you, I don’t want an arrow through my door.” he laughed before wiping the remaining tears off his face. “Maybe I am JD... only the explosion was the random outpour of my feelings... kaboom.” he let out a bit of a drunken laugh before scrunching his nose up. “This is exactly why I should not be given alcohol.” he said before laughing again. He climbed back onto the bed, sitting against the wall before closing his eyes and letting out a soft hum.

Wendy let out a laugh of her own. “Smart boy.” she said before kissing his cheek. At his JD comparison, she let out a bit of a giggle before pushing some of her hair out of her face. “Well, I’m glad you could open up to me, it’s good that you got all that out, I don’t know how you were functioning as well as you have been with all that inside you. But no matter what happens, you’re going to be fine, because you have me, and I feel it’s safe to say that you have Danny too. You’ve got people who care about you, we’re like our own little Addams Family and we’re always going to look out for one another.” she said before standing up. He didn’t exactly seem up for heading back to the party, which would probably be over soon anyway. “Maybe you should take a quick nap, sleep off some of that alcohol.”

Parker didn’t bother to open his eyes. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be fine here, you can go find Danny... if I’m still like this when you come back just knock me out of the bed and I’ll head back to mine. But maybe I won’t be, maybe I’ll rejoin the party later.”

Wendy smiled. Part of her wasn’t sure if she should leave Parker by himself when he was like this, but he wasn’t terribly drunk, and he seemed to feel better than he had before so she supposed leaving him alone for a tiny amount of time wouldn’t hurt. He probably needed a little while to collect himself anyway. “You got it. Text me if you need anything, okay? I’ll be back in a bit.” she said before heading out of the dorm room and back to the party full of people who had no idea that their classmate was going through so much.

#p:hmlaf #para #//its a heathers lyric and has the word flash in it it's a win/win. lol

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thank-you-for-the-vampire-money · 8 years ago

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ALL THE BEST PEOPLE ARE

Request by @buckyshattergirl : “This is gonna sound weird but I just came up with this in like five minutes. So we all know Jefferson belongs in the mental hospital. He is a danger to society by being so hot and crazy at the same time. And one day reader, who is also completely bonkers, and him get put together for group therapy. Now turns out that they kind of make each other better. And after a few months/years of this they both are dismissed and they go to live together and they try to get custody over Grace and stuff And they try to live their lives as normal as possible but it isn't always as easy. And if you could write this that would be very cool. Thanks and I love you!!! ❤❤❤”

A/N: Yay! A Jefferson request! I love this idea, thank you! Hopefully I wrote it out well…

Jefferson x reader

Word count: 826

Summary: He’s called the mad hatter for a reason, but when he meets an equally mad girl, they make each other sane and whole again… mostly.

Warnings: mentions of crime… I think that’s it.

(GIF not mine)

Storybrooke really took a toll on Jefferson’s mental health. He was barely keeping his head, both figuratively and literally, while he was in Wonderland, but, living in the real world and not having his daughter remember him was absolutely maddening. He literally kidnapped two people, swung a gun around their heads as a threat, and forced one of them to make a magical hat. Who does that?! Not normal people. Not to mention the other things on his crime records: six accounts of trespassing, two accounts of breaking and entering, theft, destruction of public and private property, disturbing the peace, resisting arrest, and suspected possession and substance abuse. Quite a list.

At this point, the curse was finally broken and Jefferson and Grace had reunited. But, even with his daughter back and his family now together again, Jefferson still felt like his mind was slowly degrading. He felt that he was still a danger to society and little Grace.

With a little support from Emma, Mary Margaret, and Henry, Jefferson decided it was best to get some help. He sent Grace back to her Storybrooke family, the Petersons, to be taken care of while Jefferson was in therapy. He checked into the mental institute, started getting counseling from Dr. Hopper, and even went to group therapy, so he didn't feel so alone in his situation. And that, that is where he met- her.

Her name was (Y/N) and she was the best person in the world, despite her being completely insane. She was very sweet and very kind, she always smelled like lavender and roses, and she had the cutest laugh that was very contagious.

Jefferson quickly became friends with (Y/N). They were in the same therapy group so they knew every little bit about each other; no secrets were kept. They often ate meals together and talked, since they were in different wings of the building and couldn't talk much anywhere else. And, every so often, their sessions with Dr. Hopper overlapped a bit, so they were able to talk with each other there on a fairly regular basis.

After a few months, Jefferson and (Y/N) started seeing each other. They weren't hardcore dating yet, they were still learning to keep their heads and learn to live independently. They weren't big on PDA, mainly because the nurses wouldn't like it, but also, because they didn't need to flaunt their budding romance. This didn't mean they weren't affectionate towards one another. Every now and again they would hold hands or give a peck on the cheek, maybe a hug if they were feeling especially cuddly.

Somehow, having one another, made them heal faster. Just knowing they had each other seemed to calm them down. Because of this rapid, tag-team healing, both Jefferson were able to leave and live on their own after just eight months in the program.

Jefferson and (Y/N) moved into the mansion together and Grace was able to come home to their new family and mostly sane household. They all tried to live normal lives- well- as normal of a life that clinically insane fairy tale characters stuck in the real world could live.

It wasn't a perfect, apple pie life, but it was a good life. Jefferson and (Y/N) danced and played piano together like the ideal couple might, Grace went to school and went to sleepovers like a normal ten-year-old girl should; they ate family dinners together, they went to the park and fed the ducks, they went to movie theaters every once in a while, all like a normal family.

Now, as normal as they tried to be, they were still a wacky clan. Not wacky as is dangerous, more like wacky as in the sense of quirky or unique. Grace and her father would have dance parties in the living room whenever one of their favorite songs would come on the radio, they would have food fights in the back yard when the weather was good, sometimes they would see who could swim in the park's duck pond the longest without getting noticed, weird stuff like that. But, that's what made their life so much fun.

Sometimes, when his family would get weird stares from people on the street, he would think, 'why?'. It's not that he regretted the oddly fun things he was doing with Grace and (Y/N), it just that... they were weird, and he wasn't sure of that was entirely healthy. He once asked (Y/N), "are we crazy? is this too much?". And you know how she responded? She looked into his eyes, took his hands in his and said, "no, it's not too much, we're not hurting anyone or doing something dangerous,". Jefferson smiled a bit at her reasoning. "So what if we're crazy? All the best people are,".

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