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ohmyitsfaith · 4 months ago

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The sunshine and the grump / Part 4

Pairing: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: With your curiousity for Jennifer satisfied, but your anger about your husband’s dismissal still burning high, you decide to stay just a little bit more with the Umbrellas.

Warnings: fighting, Jayme using her power on the reader continuously

Word count: 2.1k

A/n: Honestly, I realized what my problem was when writing the last two parts of this. I was leaning too heavily on the show and not enough on my own ideas. So here's a part that I wrote on the train where I had no access to the actual show other than my memories.

Five’s reaction wasn’t comforting, but he was ambushed by Klaus the next moment and you went back to eating your breakfast. What could you do?

Technically what you came for, you already got. You now knew about Jennifer, at least you knew what mattered. Though you didn’t really know what to do with the information, your curiosity was satisfied. But thinking about going back… back to the family you thought loved you…

Well, they did love you. You knew that. Ben loved you as much as he was an asshole to you currently. And Jayme and Fei. Sloane especially. Alphonso loved you too and Chris… well he tolerated you. Only Marcus was a bit of a tough nut to crack. You didn’t give up yet on him, but… still. You didn’t want to go back.

Here, at least Klaus liked you. He talked to you, shared the information you needed with you. You wanted to get to know the Umbrellas, if you were honest. They seemed like a… very interesting bunch.

You looked at the Umbrellas that were around you. Viktor was trying to stop everyone from leaving. Klaus and Five were going on a road trip, if you heard it right. Diego and his alleged son were going to the store. Luther was nowhere to be found. And Viktor, giving up on the others, grabbed some breakfast on a tray and walked off.

You had two chances at getting to know the Umbrellas: either wait for Viktor to come back or go with Diego and his son. You quickly weighed your options, then ran after Diego.

“Diego, wait for me!”

“I still don’t like that you’re here” Diego grumbled as you walked down the street. “You’re the enemy.”

“Technically, I’m not” you pointed out. “I’m just a mere human without any powers. I’m harmless.”

“Not if you report back to your little birds” Diego rolled his eyes.

“They don’t listen to me” you sighed. “I’m not part of the team, the academy. I’m just Ben’s… wife.”

“That’s… sad.”

“It really is.”

“Okay, I’ll bite” Diego looked at you. “Why did you come to us? It can’t be just your curiosity about Jennifer.”

You looked at him for a few seconds. “No, you’re right” you sighed and looked at your hand, where your wedding band sat. “We… Me and Ben… had a fight. If I can even call it a fight.”

“I can’t read in your head, woman” Diego urged you to explain.

“Well… I think it started with me searching for information about Jennifer in his room” you started and noticed Diego’s facial expression. “I know, I shouldn’t have. But he was busy and I wanted answers” you put your hands up. “I understand why he was mad. But then he told me that I was too naive and they don’t need my help.”

“Well… that’s an asshole move, but maybe there was some truth in that. You’re… what do you even do?”

“I’m an interior designer” you supplied.

“Well then yeah, you probably wouldn’t have been able to help” Diego nodded, thinking.

“Asshole!” you hit him on the arm.

“Look, all I’m saying is that he had a reason to be mad at you. And with your job, you’re nowhere near the place where you could help anyone strategically plan” he explained.

“Why am I even here” you grumbled.

“I wonder that myself.”

You glared at him, then just entered the shop. You wondered whether it was even worth coming along with him. If staying at the hotel would’ve been better. You also wondered what Ben was doing. He was no doubt busy with his plan against the Umbrellas.

Which was stupid, in all honesty. Just because they caused some trouble at the mansion, why should they die? The Umbrellas didn’t want them dead. Well… other than Diego. Diego was all for beating them to a pulp. But the rest just wanted their home back. Which was honestly understandable. If what they said was true and they did come from a different timeline, then the fact that they lost everything and were left without even a home to go back to was… jarring, fear-inducing. Kind of what a tree would feel if it was uprooted and placed elsewhere. You could almost share the feeling. Almost.

Because you still had Ben to go back to. This was just a stupid fight, you’d be over it sooner or later. You just had to… talk to him. Alone, preferably.

And that… pretty much settled it. You’d go back and… see how things go.

You suddenly saw Diego duck behind a shelf, which made you suspicious. Especially when you saw him peek out from behind it just a moment later. He didn’t seem the type to play hide-and-seek in a convenience store, so, furrowing your brows, you went over to him.

“Diego, what-” you started, but were interrupted by Diego pulling you down beside him.

“Shush” he said lowly, then peeked out again. “They’re here…”

“Who-” you looked where he was looking and noticed Jayme and Alphonso. “Oh…”

Diego pulled you down again, glaring at you. “Try not to get me caught.”

“Oh god” you rolled your eyes, but Diego was already moving away from the spot where you were crouched. “Don’t try it, Diego!”

But no matter what you said, Diego was already standing up, right in sight of Alphonso. You held your head in your hands, unsure what you should do. Diego wouldn’t back down and would get hurt. Then again, it wasn’t like you didn’t try to stop him. It was his own fault if he got hurt. But still, you didn’t want him to get hurt. In all honesty you just wanted peace. No more fighting, no more arguing. You knew things could be fixed if everyone just sat down and talked.

You heard Diego get slammed back into a shelf and you made a decision. You stood up and ran for Alphonso. You weren’t going to stand by and just watch as the two of them fought it out in the convenience store. So you were going to stop them, whatever it took.

And it seemed the first thing it demanded of you was to take a punch in the face. Okay, it wasn’t that easy. Technically you should’ve expected the punch and ducked out of the way of it. You knew Alphonso was on high-alert and if he saw someone at full speed rushing up to him, of course he was going to act in defense and punch without checking who it was.

“Ow!” you yelped as you were thrown off your balance.

“Y/n?” Alphonso turned at your voice. “What are you-” but in the next moment he was pushed by Diego, who ran at him like a bull.

You cheek was throbbing with pain, but you forced yourself to focus on the fight. You got to your feet and saw Diego try to punch Alphonso without feeling the pain himself.

“Stop it Diego!” you yelled at him, trying to grab his arm, to pull him away.

Suddenly, a knife whizzed by you and scratched Alphonso’s leg. You heard the little boy scream behind you and Diego instantly looked toward him, all anger leaving him for a moment. He jumped up and ran for the little boy, who was whining and writhing on the floor.

You took a breath and blinked against the pain. Then leaned down to grab Alphonso’s arm to help him up.

“What are you doing here?” he finally asked. “With them nonetheless!”

“I-” you searched for the words. “I needed time away from…”

“So you colluded with the enemy?!”

“I did not collude with the enemy!” you denied, offended. “And they’re not our enemies!”

“Of course they’re our enemies!” Alphonso scoffed. “They broke into our home, kidnapped Marcus-”

“But they didn’t!” you interrupted. “Marcus isn’t-”

You couldn’t finish though, because Diego threw a… pan?! at Alphonso, hitting him square in the face. The impact sent Alphonso stumbling back and you stared at Diego in confusion. He had knives. Why a pan?!

But the next item came flying, all aimed at Alphonso, who kept trying to dodge. All that stumbling and dodging ended in him bumping into the aisle, knocking down the short shelves, falling onto them.

That finally alerted Jayme into action. She first spit in your direction, which at first you thought you managed to dodge.

“Jayme! What…” but the next moment a hallucination overtook you.

You were still standing in the convenience store, but this time Ben came in, tentacles out to shield you from the slaughter of Diego’s knives. You saw that the knives were hurting him, but his focus was on you. Just like the first time you met, you were saved by him.

One tentacle wrapped quietly around you, lifting you from the chaos and close to him.

“Ben” you breathed.

He pulled you close, the tentacle putting you right next to him, easing you to your feet. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady. All noise washed away. It was just you and him. Like all those sweet days of solitude on your honeymoon.

“I’ll take you home, baby” he said, his voice sweet like honey.

“H-home?” you stuttered. “No, I-”

“The hallucinogen is wearing off” you heard another voice suddenly and you blinked hard.

“Don’t worry” Ben said, his voice a bit distorted and looked back at you. The next time he spoke, his voice was back to normal. “You’ll be okay, baby. They won’t hurt you there.”

Your heart calmed and your lips pulled into a gentle smile.

“Okay” you sighed. “Take me home, baby.”

All the way to the academy, you were in and out of the hallucination. In your hallucination you were on a romantic stroll with Ben, once again feeling the peace of your pink-clouded romance. In reality though, you were sweating profusely, dragged by Alphonso and Jayme to the academy, just barely not drooling. You were also breathing hard with the hallucination clouding your brain.

Jayme knew it was probably mostly your subconscious fighting against the hallucinogen. Many times she asked you to train with her for control over her hallucination. As added fun, you tried to fight it, trying to break out of the hallucination before it ran out.

So she kept spitting on you, the black goo seeping into your face. Did she feel bad for you? Yes. But you were caught with the enemy. She couldn’t in good conscience let you go back. Who knows what those criminals did to you to make you stay with them. Because as soft-hearted as you were, you wouldn’t sympathize with criminals, who broke into your home and even kidnapped your brother-in-law. That would be betraying Ben and his trust placed in you.

You kept muttering Ben's name every so often and Jayme couldn't even imagine how the man would react to his wife colluding with the enemy.

When they dragged you into the mansion’s living room, barely conscious, Ben didn’t know what to think.

He had been so mad at you the night before and so focused on the coming mission, he didn’t think much about you not being in your room. He thought that once you calmed down, you would join him in the bed. And then, in the morning you would talk it out as you did all your arguments.

Even if this was bigger than any of your previous ones.

But you weren’t there in the morning, your place still the same way it was the night before. It didn’t take much for Ben to realize that you were never there. By then, he was calm, he had forgiven you for the snooping, after all he was busy and didn’t really have time to search for the answers with you. He was also slightly guilty about dismissing your help at the second mission planning meeting. He knew he was an asshole to you, even though at the time he justified it with being mad at you.

But he really wanted to talk it out with you. To solve this issue. After all, everyone was on edge, him especially. Since you were in his life, there weren’t big enemies like the Umbrellas were right now. Not only did he want to keep you safe, he also wanted to prove himself.

So it was understandable that he was feeling more stressed about this.

Now though? He didn’t know what to think.

“What happened?” he asked, confused but he could feel the rage starting to burn in him. “Why is she under your power?”

Jayme and Alphonso shared a look.

“We found her with the Umbrellas.”

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skz-sage · 1 month ago

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skz reaction to sage excusing herself/getting emotional during an interview [hyung line]

tw // child abuse, ed, mental health & drugs mentioned

bang chan

it was an interview just with the two of them and the questions being asked were more deep and specific then the regular questions they normally get. the interviewer asked her the question she was hoping she’d never get in her career.

“what was your childhood like?”.

chan’s eyes darted at sage with worry, knowing how she feels on the topic. sage wasn’t open about how she came up. she dreaded talking about it. for her fans though? anything. “oh… wow. um, well, … yknow i grew up in new york. it was always me, my mom and my little sister. it was… it was.. tough.”

trying to keep her composure, but the quivering in her voice was evident. sage did her best to say the right things, keeping a calm tone and holding onto chan’s hand for dear life. she ended with this. “no kid deserves to be abused. they deserve to be nurtured and cared for like they’re porcelain. things will get better. they will.” nodding and looking over at the interviewer and chris.

“yeah and we’re all so proud and happy that sage made it this far. we love her to death.” chan added, wiping her tears with his own jacket sleeve.

thank god the universe sent sage someone like chris. at her worst, he’s always there and that’s something she could never live without.

lee know

at this time, there were rumors going around that sage was on drugs during their trainee days, judging by how thin and sickly she looked some of the time.

of course the rumors weren’t true, but it was something she was avoiding. it really caught up to her today

“so sage, recently news have been going around that you are on drugs. is this true.”

“yeah, no, no, no, she’s not answering this, shut the camera off.” minho stood up, the other members stunned that the interviewer would ask such a question.

“ it’s fine, it’s fine! i’ll answer. ” sage assured, telling minho to let it go and sit back down. it took a minute, but minho sat back down, shaking his head in disapproval.

“of course, these nasty rumors aren’t true. i would like to go a different way about it, but… i wasn’t eating much during those days. i was focused on making it as apart of the group and giving it all i got so much that i threw away my health. it was.. a very awful time for me.” the cameras zoomed in on her as tears prickled out her eyes

once minho saw those tears, he shut it down. “okay, no more, no more! shut off the damn camera, no more questions at all. it’s clear she doesn’t want to talk about it!” the other members around her trying to console her as minho tries to shut down the rest of the interview.

let someone fuck with sage like that just to get a reaction out of her and minho is at their door with a chainsaw and a plan.

changbin

this interviewer just didn’t like sage for some odd reason. a girl in a boy group? come on, that just didn’t go together. she’s probably just some pick me girl. she can’t even sing! those boys don’t deserve this loser tomboy. these were all the thoughts of the interviewer

“so sage…. why are you in this group?”

sage gave an awkward smile, the members around her sharing looks and such. “i’m sorry, what do you mean?” sage replied, obviously confused

“i mean.. you’re a girl! in a boy group!” she exclaimed. sexism does not look good on her.

“and…?” sage sat up in her chair, changbin sitting right next to her and sitting up with her. if sage is gonna stand on business, binnie is too.

“i’m sorry, but… i just don’t get it. you’re more fit for.. i don’t know.. maybe a bubblegum pink pop girl group, yeah?” the interviewer smiled, enraging sage on the inside.

“ no, i’m sorry. i’m leaving.” sage calmly removed her mic, sliding off the chair and leaving the studio. changbin, of course, follows after her.

changbin catches up, giving her a huge hug. after a hard day, all she could ever need is to be engulfed in his big, teddy bear arms

“hey, don’t listen to her. she doesn’t know anything. you’ve come a long away and proved to everyone that you deserve your place in the group. people like her don’t get very far.” sage could only nod, her head running wild with thoughts. maybe a hiatus would due her some good.

hyunjin

sage’s mental health was never the best. she hated to admit it, but she isn’t perfect. for stay, she wished she could be the most perfect idol in the world. that just wasn’t possible. it eats at her day and night too.

“i want to ask, sage, how do you tackle mental health. you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

sage’s palms got clammy as her face got a little pale. “no worries, i can answer. wow, let’s see… i want to be honest.. i don’t really, exactly tackle it. unfortunately, i just let it run wild in my head. i hope some time in the future i can overcome this, but… yeah.” she nodded

“great thank you, and now-” the interviewer continued as sage tried her best to sneak off from the set, turning off her microphone. hyunjin immediately went after her. the members turning to each other and the interviewer confused.

sage was found in the dressing rooms, crying by hyunjin.

“miju! oh my god, are you okay?” he immediately, but delicately held her. “ i’m fine, it’s just.. i-i don’t know, i think i got nervous o-or scared, i didn’t want to cry in front of the cameras, i just couldn’t do it.”

“i know, i know. it’s okay. i’m here.” she cried, holding hyunjin close to her.

“you’ll always be okay, i’ll make sure of it.”

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cupiidk1lls · 1 month ago

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⋆｡° 𝐒𝐊𝟖𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐈 .ᐟ

this is my first blurb EVER so don’t expect some shakespeare type shit 😭

let me know if you wanna see more ! always open for requests, just might take a while to get done . .

i’m probably gonna dedicate most of my blurbs/moodboards/headcannons too my bots. ➪ for example, this one is based off my sk8er boi one!

… this was way longer than it intended to be.

⚠︎︎ teensy weensy content warning : swearing, suggestive word choices, users a bitch.

chris watched as you and your little minions walked down the hall, your little hips swaying after every single movement, causing his eyes to automatically dart there — because christ, you’re not subtle in the way you move, are you? it’s like it’s on purpose, like you know your a tease, that nobody can steal a taste of you.

because he knows that he can’t get a taste of you. him? the loser skater boy of the whole grade? the mere thought of you even talking to him is laughable in his eyes, and he’s sure it would be amusing to everyone else. there’s no chance in hell that you’d give him the time of day, unless he plays his cards right.

but you know his reputation, or lack of. he’s a sore loser, really. a sore, sore loser. keeps a small bubble of people around him, always carrying that damn, worn out skateboard.. the way the aroma of cigarettes all of a sudden fill the room when he walks in, as if it’s an announcement — well, a warning, that he’s there.

but he intrigued you, to say the least. nobody else is like him. this school is full of frat-boner losers who only care about getting in your pants. which, to be completely honest, you can’t really complain. but you’re getting sick of the same lousy hook ups, you want real love. but with your reputation, your supposed to be the slut that just wants to be in a different boys bed every night. the thought of you wanting something real is something people would find amusing and unrealistic.

and you intrigued him. not just because of your body. don’t get him wrong, your body is killer. but your face is beautiful, that heart though? it’s ugly. sometimes he wonders if you’re always a bitch or if it’s a daily facade you put on just so people either like you, or are scared of you. he wants to know the real you. even if that fire in you gets him riled up intensely or not.

he watches you as you boss your minions, clearly you’re not in a good mood for whatever reason. maybe you’re makeup went wrong today? some girly shit like that, but fuck you look incredible. you always do, don’t you? with that little denim skirt as you walk around the school and sway that ass of yours like nobody’s business.

he needed to speak to you, urgently. he planned it all out in his head. yeah, he knows, the last time he spoke to you in class, you said, word for word, ‘if you speak to me again, christopher, i swear to god, i’ll knock your teeth out so you won’t speak to, like, anyone again. period.’ that shit was scary. but he can’t say it didn’t turn him on, because it definitely did. he needed a trip to the bathroom after that lesson. a long trip. he knows that’s, like, absurd. he shouldn’t get off from you talking to him like he’s a useless piece of shit. but, you can insult him any day and he’d allow it. he’d let you stomp on him in them pretty little heels.

so, totally not on purpose, he looks around obliviously and steps in your way, stuffing both his hands into his hoodie pockets as he rolls his gum around his mouth with his tongue. and since you’re not paying attention to your surroundings either, you bump into him and drop your books.

when you gasp, he turns to you and feigns a shocked look, though his smirk destroys his surprised expression. before you can go on a tangent, he speaks up. “ah, shi— sorry, mama. wasn’t watchin’ where i was going.” he speaks, his hand patting your shoulder as you regain your posture, even though he’s totally just using that to grab a feel of your skin — wow, shits soft.

you scoff, crossing your arms as you look up at him. typical christopher, you think to yourself as you roll your eyes somewhat dramatically, shifting your weight onto one foot as you look directly into his eyes, then up and down at him as if finding a sense of approval. his lips curl into a tight lipped smile, suddenly feeling a little awkward, what’s he supposed to say now? “or.. or maybe you, should watch where you going? y’know..” he clears his throat, watching your expression of disapproval, your tongue running over your teeth for a moment.

“this is, like, the second time this week you’ve pulled this shit on me, christopher. seriously? watch where you’re fucking going! this dress ain’t cheap!” you complain as you groan softly and smoothen the creases in the dress, your hands running down your body. chris can swear he can feel his shorts already tightening, as he watches your curves become more pronounced.

he clears his throat, snapping out of it and casually putting his skateboard over his lap, his fingers tapping against it as he looks around the hallway then back at you, “won’t happen again, promise.” it definitely will. he watches as you lean down to grab your books, and he bites his inner cheek. “here— lemme..” he bends down, grabbing your books with his free hand then passing them over to you.

with a scoff, you grab your books and ever so quickly walk away, praying to god that nobody saw that interaction between you and little skater boy. you know everybody would talk about it, shit spreads like wildfire here.

but, with regained confidence, he smirks and walks behind you. “hey!” he calls out, jogging a little in order to catch up to you as you ignore him and walk even faster, “why in such a hurry? y’got somewhere to be?” he mocks, holding his skateboard casually in his left hand as he walks beside you, both your paces slowing down.

“nope. just pretending i don’t know .. you exist.” you say bluntly, your lips curling into a tight lipped smile as you look down at the ground, your arms crossing over your stomach with your books pressed up to your chest, his eyes being brought to the sight of your perky tits in your little tanktop. jesus motherfucking christ.

“yeah? not even a thankyou? wow, that’s..” he shakes his head slowly, feigning a demeanour of disappointment, “that’s low, y/n.” the guy says, a boy-ish grin on his face as he so clearly teases you, his tone sarcastic as he tilts his head, trying to catch your eyes. with a fustrated grunt, you look over at him, “yeah, thanks.” you mutter, half-assed.

he narrows his eyes, the smirk still present on his face as he gently shoves your shoulder with his own. “nuh-uh, gonna need some more enthusiasm than that, princess.” chris comments, giggling under his breath at your oh, so obvious fustration. this is so amusing, on his part. the way you bite your tongue, probably holding back a line of insults. but why? you never hold back with anybody else? why him? “fine!! fine. thankyou, christopher. im sure it was such a hard task, thats my fault.”

you’re lost for words, as you look away, feeling that really unfamiliar feeling of your stomach fluttering, your chest feeling warm. you find yourself liking the interaction, but you can’t. you need to keep your reputation, this facade. you need to stay uninterested, you can’t lose your shit over a skater boy!!..

oh, wait.. nah, because you already have.

jesus fuck

I HOPE YALL ACTUALLY ENJOY THIS CAUSE THIS TOOK ME AGES AND I JUST YAPPED.

lmk if you wanna see more! <33

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bueckerrss · 11 months ago

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P.S. I still love you

pairing: chris x fem ! reader

-> warnings: cursing, angst. i think that’s it sorry in advance 😔. slightly short

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dear y/n,

it’s been a year already can you believe that? it feels like we met just yesterday at a random party i was invited to and to think i was going to skip it because i had a meeting the next day, i remember how i accidentally bumped into you causing you to spill your drink on yourself god i felt so bad watching you try to dry it off i just kept apologizing and you said it was fine but that still didn’t stop me from feeling bad.

i remember that after that party we became great friends and how inseparable we were, remember that one time when we sat up on your roof drinking sodas (considering we were both underage and hated drinking) watching the sunset that’s the day i realized that i loved you and wanted to be with you forever.

remember that time we went to the park with cat (absolute insane name for a dog by the way) then somehow his leash came off making us chase him around the whole park but before we caught him you tripped causing me to fall on top of you making us laugh uncontrollably for about five minutes, that was one of my favorite moments together (out of so many of course)

do you remember when we tried giving cat a bath? that motherfucker couldn’t stay in the bathtub for more than two seconds especially since he was a very hyper dog, i remember when he first jumped out you tried running after him but accidentally slipped on the bar of soap making you fall into the water, bubbles in your hair drenched in dirty dog water and yet i still thought you were the most beautiful girl i ever saw.

remember on our two year anniversary i took you to france for a week? gosh i was so nervous the day i gave you the tickets since you “never liked me spending money on you” but at the end you absolutely loved the trip especially that special dinner we went to where i gave you the necklace you’ve been wanting for weeks, i’ll never forget the look on your face when you saw the necklace it made me feel like i fulfilled my purpose as your boyfriend.

one of the memories that brings a big smile to my face is when i remember the day nick and matt met you for the first time they were so excited because i would never shut up about you and how great you were so when they finally got to meet the reason for my happiness it was awesome, having you all getting along was amazing i loved how they accepted you with open arms, the thing i hated was how nick would always steal you from me but i forgave him when i found out you two had a lot in common more than you and me i got a little jealous but opposites attract or whatever they say.

i loved when we would go sit in your car watching the sunset or sunrise while talking about our future, i loved the way your nose would scrunch every time you laughed or smiled, i absolutely adored your voice and how your voice sounded like honey in the early morning when you would wake me up.

i loved how much you helped matt when he had any problems or questions about anything and how you never made him feel dumb for it, that’s one of the many things i loved about you how you helped others and never made them fell stupid for the questions they asked.

i loved the way you would talk to little kids, how caring you were for them and it always made me think of how an amazing mother you would’ve been.

you know matt and nick still talk about you, same with my mom and dad they all miss you even trev misses you he always sits or lays down in your spot on my bed, fuck we all miss you y/n especially me, we had a lot of plans together we had so many ideas for our future! i even bought a stupid ring that i was going to give to you on our fifth year anniversary which is tomorrow but sadly not everything goes according to plan.

but i know that you’re no longer in pain and in a better place, you probably won’t read this stupid letter but thank you for giving me the best years of my life and giving me amazing memories that i will cherish for as long as i live.

sincerely,

ta chérie.

P.S. I still love you.

with that the boy folded up the letter placing it in an envelope tears streaming down his face but what he didn’t know was that the love of his life was there watching him write that letter with tears running down her face as she smiled sadly at him, she never got to tell him everything she wanted or the fact that they had a baby on the way.

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i cried a few times while writing this um it’s mostly based off of a movie i saw a few years ago that randomly hit me (movie: P.S. I Love You) also idk why but the songs i was listening to while writing this were depressing so that didn’t help at all but i hope you enjoyed this and pls don’t hate me 😔

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tags: @sturnioloslurps @sturniolos-blog

#nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #fanfic #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

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tirsynni · 17 days ago

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Nivannedy Week Day Five

Another one written while half-asleep, but enjoy some pre-Nivannedy for @nivannedyweek.

DAY 5: Vendetta

It was a little funny, Piers Nivans mused, watching the medic work on Leon Kennedy’s arm. Or, at least, try to work on his arm. The older man was bruised and battered and was probably going to feel like hell the next day, but he seemed more relaxed now than when they had found him in the bar. Not happy, no, but calmer.

Of course, since this wasn’t the first time they had interrupted him on one of his rare vacations, Piers supposed it wasn’t that odd that Leon had been pissed. His sharp sarcasm was better than a knife to the face, at least.

“My arm is fine,” Leon was saying, wiggling away from the medic. He reminded Piers of a toddler. A tall, deadly toddler. “I already checked it out.”

The medic’s exasperated face fit someone dealing with a toddler. Piers couldn’t remember her name. She was new, so she wasn’t used to annoyed government agents. Chris grew stubborn and sullen when pushed too hard, but Leon? Piers expected Leon to vanish the moment she looked away from him, injuries or no.

Fortunately, Piers was used to working with annoyed government agents. He knelt beside the pair and offered the poor medic an apologetic smile. “I’ll take it from here. I’m trained.”

Trained as a medic and in handling stubborn asses. By the look on the medic’s face and her droll, “All yours,” she knew exactly what Piers meant.

After she left, Piers raised an eyebrow at Leon. “Do you need help taking off your jacket or…?”

Leon rolled his eyes at Piers and didn’t move. “It’s fine. My shoulder was dislocated but I took care of it.”

His shoulder was…

Sometimes, Piers thought that Chris had nothing on Leon Kennedy. “Leon.”

“Piers,” Leon retorted. He smiled with too many teeth. “It’s not my shoulder that’s bothering me. It’s the hangover.”

All right. Despite his calmer attitude, Leon was still pissed. Piers couldn’t blame him, but a dislocated shoulder was no laughing matter. Fine.

“You need help with the jacket then,” Piers said. He didn’t flinch at Leon’s glare, having already dealt with Chris Redfield at his worst. No matter how cranky Leon felt, he was always kind at heart. When Piers reached for Leon’s jacket, the man grumbled but relented. His wince was small but visible when Piers helped him pull the jacket away from his wounded arm.

You aren’t alone, Piers wanted to say as he examined Leon’s sore shoulder. He didn’t say it. They both knew that, in far too many ways, Leon was. They found him alone in that bar for a reason. Piers still didn’t know the full story about what happened, and he doubted that he ever would.

I’m here, Piers wanted to say, but Leon knew that. Otherwise, he wouldn’t let Piers even this close.

I want to help. Don’t go down that path alone.

Piers bit his tongue against the last one. He felt like he and Leon had been teetering on something ever since they survived China and the C-Virus, but work demanded too much of them and he didn’t know how much Leon had to give. Right now, when Leon was emotionally and physically wrung out and was dealing with a hangover on top of a dislocated shoulder, was not the right time.

“At least your jacket survived this time,” Piers said instead.

Leon scoffed at him, but his mouth relaxed into an almost smile. Perhaps he heard everything unsaid. Leon was always good at that. “Barely. How about you buy me a new one? I think there’s a shop or two which survived this.”

Piers hid his own smile. “Sure. Let’s find one which will match your new sling.”

“I don’t need a sling!”

Maybe one day they could have that conversation. After the sling conversation and the stink of alcohol and blood faded. Someday. Piers took Leon’s bright eyes and the relaxed curve of his mouth as a win even as he prepared for the sling argument.

It was a good thing he had experience with stubborn government agents.

“I bet we can even find a black one for you.”

“Find one in leather and you have a deal.”

#Nivannedy #Nivannedy week #my fics

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no1frogfan · 1 year ago

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For love of the game

Takigawa Chris Yuu x gn reader

Word count: ~800

Tags & warnings: very vaguely suggestive language? (there are some good names in baseball), baseball lmao

Note: Been feeling unmotivated to write, so I decided to tap into my love of Chris and of irl baseball to do some dialogue practice. Thank u to the daiya server for motivating me and to @paleokarst for talking over the ending :*

“What’s that?” You give Chris a quizzical look as he steps through the front door carrying a large plastic storage box in his arms.

“Hello to you too.”

You pad over to give him the usual greeting kiss. “Yeah, yeah, welcome home or whatever. Now tell me what this is.”

“My parents found it while cleaning out their basement and I thought you might want to look through it together.” He sets it down in front of the couch. Reaching inside, he pulls out one of many smaller cardboard boxes and opens it to reveal a neatly-packed row of cards. “They’re my old baseball cards.”

“Seriously?” The box is in your hands in an instant and you immediately begin rifling through its contents.

There's a few minutes of focused silence until, “OH MY GOD,” you exclaim, brandishing a card at him. “This can’t be his real name. Dick Pole?! Dick. Pole.”

“Sadly, it is,” Chris chuckles before holding out a card of his own. “Here, I found one for you.”

“NO. His name is not Rusty Kuntz?!”

He snorts. “Actually, it’s pronounced KOON-tz.”

You erupt in cackles. “I mean…if my name were Rusty Kuntz, I would also insist that it’s pronounced KOON-tz.”

“What else do we have here— hello, what’s this?”

Glancing over, he sees you reach for a small leather binder. “Oh that’s where I kept my special cards.”

“Your special cards?” You tease, “god little Chris was such a little nerd.”

He rolls his eyes, pulling you closer to give you a peck on the head. “Well you’re the one dating me so what’s that say about you?”

“That apparently I like nerds,” and pointing to one of the cards, you urge, “now come on nerd, tell me what’s so special about this guy.”

“Ah, that’s Bob Gibson. He’s a Hall of Famer, probably the best right-handed pitcher in St. Louis history. He was good at fielding too, which is rare for a pitcher. He worked hard and led the team to two World Series wins.”

You flip through a few more pages. “Wow you have a lot of this Iván Rodríguez guy too.”

“Well, he was my favorite player growing up and maybe the best catcher of all time.”

“What makes him the best?”

“He’s a solid hitter and his defensive play is exceptional. He’s got unparalleled game sense and a great strategic mind. Um, he’s caught for some of the best pitchers of the era and he caught nine no-hitters. The only way you can have a no-hitter is if the battery works perfectly, so that means he was able to bring out the best in a lot of different pitchers. Plus, he was always fun to watch.”

“Is he why you became a catcher?”

“You know…” Chris contemplates for a moment, “that’s honestly never occurred to me. My dad was obviously the reason I started, but I played a lot of different positions before deciding on catcher. Dad was the one who suggested I try it — he thought I had a good understanding of the game — but you might be right, maybe I stuck with it because I wanted to be like Iván.”

You hum in response. “Makes sense. The way you described him…he clearly has a lot of qualities that you value as a player.”

It’s long past dinner time when the two of you finally tire of strolling down memory lane and begin to tidy up the mess of cards now littered across the couch cushions and coffee table.

“What are you gonna do with all of these?”

“Well right now I’m going to put them away. Then I’ll probably give some away and throw away the rest.”

“You’re not keeping any?”

“Nah. It’s not like they’re worth anything.”

“Well in that case, I’m gonna keep these.” You swipe the leather binder from the box before he carries the rest off into the storage closet down the hall.

“What do you think?” You gesture toward the refrigerator when Chris returns.

Some of the precious real estate on the fridge door has been tidied up, and a cleaned-up Rangers magnet now holds his signed Iván Rodríguez card front and center, nestled between memories. To its left is a picture of him with his parents and Coach Kataoka after his first game with Seidou. Below it is another picture of him and the coach, this time graduating from Seidou alongside the rest of his teammates. To its right is a picture of the two of you at his MLB debut game, your smile toothy and gleeful as you hold up the ball from his first major league hit.

A lump forms in his throat.

It’s just a baseball card, one fleeting snapshot in the collage of moments that make him, the values that shape him, and the people that support him.

It's just a baseball card, but he can barely get the words out. “It’s perfect.”

#daiya no ace #daiya no ace x reader #ace of diamond x reader #takigawa chris yuu #takigawa chris yuu x reader #froggy scribbles

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ambersgems · 2 years ago

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Bonded - Part 4 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

A/N: The next part will probably be an epilogue, if I decide to post another part. Any feedback is appreciated! I also would love requests for anything Dean, Chris Evans characters, or Sebastian Stan characters! It can be blurbs, drabbles, or longer!

ALSO Huge thank you to @imaginedreamwrite for reading a first draft of this lol

Word Count: 2.1K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Reader’s POV

This time you woke up slowly. Your eyelids felt heavy as you tried your best to open them. Once you were finally able to pry them open, you realized that you weren’t alone. Your head rested on top of a thick chest, rising and falling slowly. Your eyes lazily flickered up to see Dean’s face, his eyes closed as he seemingly slept. Suddenly you were much more awake once you realized the position you were in. Your body was half on top of his, his left thigh in between both of yours, while you laid on top of him. He also had an arm around you. It was oddly peaceful to be like this. You felt an overwhelming sense of protection, which wasn’t something you were used to.

You were careful not to move as you took a look around, not wanting to wake him up. You recognized that you were in your own apartment, but confused as to how you got in here. The last thing you remembered was passing out in Dean’s arms as he was getting out of your car. It seemed like for the millionth time in the last 24 hours you had so many questions running through your mind as to what was happening. Why had you gotten so sick so suddenly? How did you get into your apartment? What did it mean to be “bonded” to Dean? Why was his soulmate mark on his chest instead of his wrist? What are these things that you supposedly didn’t know about yourself?

Slowly, Dean began to stir underneath you. Your cheeks heat up as his green orbs open and land on your face. “Uh, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to have to carry me or to lay on you like this - God this is embarrassing,” you mumble under your breath, squirming as you tried to shift off of the tall man. His arm around your waist only tightened, his fingers splayed against your back and holding you in place. You hear him grunt.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he grumbles, keeping you tightly pressed to him. “I already had to deal with the fact that you slid part of the way off me in your sleep, had you right on top when we first laid down, but you slid off and I didn’t want to wake you,” he grunts.

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Someone’s a stage 5 clinger, huh?” you ask, trying your best to hold in a giggle.

He gives you a fake look of shock, “I’ll have you know, I only cling to the people I love,” he says softly, melting your heart instantly. You lift your face and turn your head so that you can look at him better, noticing the freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks, causing you to smile. “Why’d you wake up? I was trying to be as still as possible,” you ask.

“You might have been still, sweetheart, but I could feel your anxiety picking up. The tightness in your chest woke me up,” he says gently, lifting his other arm to brush some hair from your face, settling his hand on the side of your face.

You frown as you realize you were the reason why he woke up and it only deepens when you remember why you were having the anxiety in the first place.

“I deserve to know what’s going on,” you state simply.

He sighs, but nods his head in agreement. “I’ll answer any questions you have.”

“First of all, how did we get into my apartment?” you question.

“Of all of the things to ask first?” he laughs, but continues, “I carried you up to your apartment, which I got your apartment number from the mailbox downstairs that had your last name on it. And, well, in my line of work you get pretty good at picking locks,” he says with a shrug.

You squint your eyes at him when he laughs at you, but know that if it ever came to you fighting this man, you’d undoubtedly lose.

“Tell me about the bond. I want to know why your soulmate mark is on your chest. Why is mine on my wrist if yours is on your chest? It doesn’t make sense,” you mutter, the crease in your forehead forming.

“It doesn’t make sense because you don’t know the lore, but I will give the best explanation that I can. What I can’t explain, I will give you the books I’ve read for you to look at,” he says gently, watching you as you nod your head, waiting for him to continue.

“Because we’re bonded soulmates, my mark is on my chest, over my heart. Yours is on your wrist over vital veins. Both are in locations that if they were attempted to be removed, we would bleed out and die,” he says, beginning his explanation.

“But why the different locations?” you ask.

“Mine is over my heart… because you are my source of heart. You are heavily connected to my emotions. You are able to help me regulate them, and it hurts you deeply when my heart is hurt. Yours is over your wrist, due to the location of the veins, but also on the arm because I am your source of strength. I provide you with emotional strength but also a physical one. We are both completely interconnected with the emotional and physical.”

His hand gently strokes through your hair, and you can feel the emotion in his words as well as see the adoration in his eyes.

“Which is why you got sick earlier,” he says with a sigh. “I tried my best not to overwhelm you, and I thought I was doing well, but then when I started talking about losing you… I got so scared… and then you felt it,” he says shaking his head, and you knew he felt guilty.

“Now that we have met, our bond is almost completely formed. Which means that our connection is even stronger. Since I am your sense of strength, when I feel emotionally weak, it causes you to become physically weak, and in some cases physical pain. When you become physically weak or have any type of physical pain, I will emotionally not be able to withstand it, and I will feel it,” he says gently, swallowing thickly before continuing.

“The only way to help you when you have an attack like that is for me to be with you, to be as close as possible. It helps to restore your strength and balance out my emotions. This is also why we can’t separate now that we are together, Y/N. It would literally kill both of us.”

You did your best to absorb everything that he was saying to you. It was insane to think that you now would depend on Dean for your actual life now. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling him squeeze you gently. You knew he was trying to help you with your own emotions, he just didn’t know how.

When you didn’t say anything, Dean spoke up again. “I know it’s a lot to take in, and I’m sure you still have a lot of questions, but Y/N you have to know that the bond we have… it’s rare. You are rare. This will put you in danger at times. Especially since you are bonded to me. I’m not exactly a celebrated figure in the supernatural world, or hell even the natural one,” he practically whispered to you.

You did your best to keep yourself steady, continuing to chew on your lip, eventually speaking up. “I-” you start, but aren’t sure what to say exactly.

“I… Dean, I trust you. I have faith in you. I believe you will keep me safe. If that’s what you say is true, then I have no reason to doubt you will protect me like you say you will,” you say softly, bringing one of your hands up to his chest, slowly drawing circles around. You feel your cheeks warm as you finally realize that he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

He must’ve noticed your shyness, smirking slightly. “Skin to skin contact helps the most, sweetheart,” he winks. “I took my t-shirt off, but I only changed you out of your dress pants, I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

You nodded slightly, continuing to run your fingers over his chest. Despite all of the relatively insane news that you had gotten today, you had never felt more settled in your life than in that moment, just laying with him in bed.

Dean’s POV

You were gorgeous, and somehow more understanding than he ever thought possible. He knew he would never be able to live without you now. Not only because of what the legend said, but because he truly felt it. He watched you as you trailed your fingers over his chest, loving the feeling of your hands on his bare skin.

He smirks as he notices you lost in your thoughts, deciding to surprise you. He swiftly grips your hips with both of his hands, tossing you underneath him and holding himself above you with a grin. He couldn’t help the smile that formed when he heard you squeal in surprise. He gently places a kiss on your right cheek, then your left before pulling back and looking at you again, loving the shyness he could sense coming from you. He liked teasing you. He couldn’t help the feelings that were coursing through his body, and he knew you felt them too.

“What did you mean when you said that our bond was almost complete?” he hears you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He smirks as he looks down at you, “Well sweetheart, that calls for you and I to become one, bonded, if you will,” he reveals, his lips landing on your jaw as he slowly lowers his body on top of yours. He can feel the goosebumps forming on your skin, his hand skimming down your arm.

He watches you nod your head. “Once it’s complete, what happens?”

“There’s no going back. You and I are together forever. The bond will only get stronger if we complete it, and you won’t be able to take it back. I am past the Age of Choice already, sweetheart. I think you’ve probably figured that out by now. But you are younger it seems, how old are you?”

“I’m 24. I have 8 months left,” you whisper.

“We’ve met before you had a choice, then,” he whispers softly, his mind racing a bit. He felt bad, you deserved to be able to choose. You shouldn’t have to be stuck with him. But he also knew it didn’t matter, bonded soulmates never had a choice once they had met. It might actually kill him if you left him.

“Sweetheart, I’m not asking for anything from you now. I’m not, but I have to let you know. The bond must be completed before you reach the Age of Choice. Otherwise, it is seen as a rejection of me, which means it might literally kill you or me, or both of us,” he admits, biting his lip.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured-”

“We should complete it now.”

“What?” his eyes widen in shock.

“Unless you don’t want to. I understand if not…” you trail off, and he could sense the insecurity in your voice, feel it in his own chest.

“Of course you don’t. I don’t know what I was thinking, we just met. And I’m sure I’m not - I’m not exactly your type,” you speak up again, cutting your own self off. “I could feel it before when you were with other people - which is fine, I get it. I didn’t expect you to wait for me, but uh- I did - wait I mean, and I don’t know why I just assumed you’d want to do that because I know there are some soulmates who are strictly platonic. God - I can be such an idiot sometimes, I mean you haven’t even kissed me on the lips for God’s sake-”

He couldn’t take the rambling anymore, his lips were on yours. It was gentle at first, just feeling you against him, but the longer he felt your lips against him the more he couldn’t hold back. It was still slow, but sensual, his lips moved against yours for a while before trailing down your jawline. Slow, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“There is no one, no one, I would ever want more than you. We will complete this bond, and you’ll never know anyone’s body but mine, because - You. Are. Mine. Forever,” he whispers against your skin, pulling back and staring into your eyes, brushing his nose against yours. He could feel your heart racing within his own.

“Bonded. Forever.” He states determinedly.

Tagged by Request: @imaginedreamwrite @suckitands33 @chase-porter @hobby27 @sarahgracej @deansbxtchboy

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fandomfluffandfuck · 11 months ago

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S, I’m struggling.

I can’t stop thinking about the first time Seb and Chris get a night alone ;D

Maybe they’ve been dating for a month, and their schedules have been so chaotic, so this is the first time they really get to be alone together. They’re sitting on the couch, not even bothering to put on something, knowing damn well they won’t watch it. Seb is straddling Chris, and he’s honestly in heaven even though they’re just making out. But shit, the way his big hands are gripping his waist makes his head go fuzzy, and the little groans that are slipping out below him are probably the best thing he’s ever heard. He can’t even process the way his beard scratches against Sebastian’s skin, let alone the way he can feel the tent in Chris’s pants.

Soon, Seb is a whiny, whimpering mess, pure putty in Chris’s strong arms. He’s been kissed stupid, and Sebastian didn’t even realize that was possible. But Chris makes him feel and do things he didn’t think he could. Such as the high pitched, breathy moan that he pulls out of Sebastian when his hand moves down to cup him through his pants. It feels so good, he can’t even believe it. Fuck, why did they wait so long to do this?

“C-Chris, oh god, please…” He whispers, and the way Chris grins into his mouth has him wanting to drop down to his knees right now.

“Yeah, baby? You feelin’ a bit needy for me?” His Boston accent is getting thicker and it very well might be the death of Sebastian. He just nods quickly, biting his lip trying to hold back the embarrassing noises trying to force their way out of him.

“Alright, sweet thing. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Anything for my prince.” Chris’s voice is slow and gravelly. At this point, Sebastian just gives up trying to hold himself back, too far gone to care about the downright feminine whimper that is pressed into Chris’s neck.

“Ugh, dumnezeu, please, Chris! I just- Please fuck me, please.” He’s aware he definitely didn’t say at least one of those words in English, but again, he doesn’t fucking care. He just needs Chris arguably more than he needs to breathe, and Chris keeps his promise. He picks up Sebastian by his thighs, carrying him to the bedroom while sucking bruises that Sebastian will surely get a stink eye from the makeup team for.

But the way he ends up being railed straight into the mattress, moaning loudly into the pillows while Chris gives him a new reason to live is something that makes everything worth it. He’s aware he’s just not even speaking English, which he’s pretty sure hasn’t happened since he was in his twenties, though the way Chris can still anticipate what he wants makes his heart go all weird.

Should I turn this into a fic?

In response to possibly turning this into a fic and, in general, crazed response to this drabble:

I understand the struggle, though. I can't ever stop thinking Seb and Chris getting time alone because you know they can't keep their hands off of each other. Chris can't help but grab and hold, his hands biting into Sebastian, keeping him exactly where he wants him, meanwhile Sebastian's hands can't seem to stay in one spot, restlessly scrambling, trying to find purchase on Chris as he gets more and more flustered.

That first night, though... that is something fucking 🤌🏻special🤌🏻

And you are so correct, it absolutely starts with a fucking killer makeout session. Sebastian melts in Chris' lap, overwhelmed by, just, him. He isn't expecting to lose his head so fast. It's the same for Chris, though, he's so caught up in the way Sebastian reacts that he just chases that. He can't control him. Gripping him hard and letting all these filthy, hot words drip from his mouth, spilling over Sebastian just to see the way his skin stains pink and his back arches, kissing forcefully him to feel him squirm, and, of course, sinking his teeth into that tempting neck, marking him up like he's been dying to. They both revel in the way Sebastian's hips jerk forward in response, a sharp cry getting shocked out of him.

Fuck yes.

They barely make it to bed, but, yeah, when they do... Seb gets railed. Just like you said.

Thank you so much for these words™️

#asks #sillysickly #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #dom chris #sub seb #subastian #sub sebastian

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natalynsie · 1 year ago

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Ugly Doll (Heather Focus Oneshot)

The razor buzzed in Heather’s hand. She turned it off. And on. And off again.

She dropped the razor into the sink and sobbed into her hands. Again.

Her eyes were already puffy and red enough. The more she cried the more she looked like shit. The more like shit, the less she could bear to actually bring the razor to her hair and get rid of the final bits. What remained of her hair was uneven and uncomfortable, not to mention incredibly tangled, but she wanted to hold onto what was left so bad.

She ran her hands through what was left, but the action just made her cry harder. Her teeth were clenched and eyebrows furrowed as she looked in the mirror. Mascara ran down her face, and her lipstick was smeared. She should’ve taken care of her makeup earlier.

She was an ugly doll with pretty hair. But she didn’t have that pretty hair anymore.

She wanted to hide in a hole forever.

Knock.

“Go away,” Heather croaked. Her voice was cracked and it was very evident that she had been crying. Well, as if the entire resort hadn’t heard her crying anyways.

“Heather, your crying is keeping everyone up,” Leshawna’s voice was heard through the door.

“I said go away!” Heather raised her voice, now knowing that the girl she called her enemy for the entire season was the girl at the door. Maybe if it was like, Cody or something, she wouldn’t be as harsh. Out of pity. But Leshawna? Telling her to shut up no less.

A long and loud sigh was exhaled. “Heather. Let me in.”

“No.”

“I promise I won’t make fun of you.”

“No.”

“Heather! If you want to feel like shit for the finale, I’ll let you. I thought maybe you would want the energy when we watched it tomorrow.”

Heather perked up, and opened the door of the bathroom. However, she didn’t venture to the door of her bedroom. “We’re watching the finale?”

“Yeah. Live. We got the news earlier today. We’re going to watch Gwen and Owen compete tomorrow.”

Heather put her hand on the doorknob of her bedroom door.

“I know you’re at the door, Heather.”

Heather retracted her hand. “I’m still not letting you in.”

“Look, girl,” Leshawna said, a relaxed, calmer tone sneaking into her voice. “I don’t want you crying all night. Whatever’s going on with you, I’ll help.”

Heather sighed. “Fine. You can come in.”

She couldn’t believe she was giving in. Leshawna was probably just there to make fun of her once she saw her. She had every reason to. Heather was a bitch to her all summer. And she just lost her hair. And the competition. All for nothing. Because of some dumbass loophole Chris came up with to fuck her over. She guessed it was karma. Maybe a bit of what she did was uncalled for. But in her defense, the first interaction she really had with Leshawna was a fight and getting thrown off a cliff. Things could only go downhill from there. It wasn’t her fault.

Heather opened the door.

Leshawna looked Heather up and down, and Heather regretted opening the door. She was stupid.

“You seriously haven’t shaved the rest of your hair yet?” Leshawna asked, arms folded.

“Just come inside,” Heather demanded. She couldn’t wait to shut the door so no one else had the possibility of seeing her like this.

Leshawna stepped inside and Heather closed the door. She walked to the bathroom, and Leshawna followed closely behind.

“I can’t do it,” Heather sighed in defeat. “I can’t cut my hair.”

“You cannot tell me you plan on walking around like this.” Leshawna picked a piece of her hair and swung it.

“I know, but my hair…” Heather began. “It’s my life. I’ve always had long hair. And now I don’t have any? I lost it all for nothing.”

“Look, Heather.” Leshawna turned towards Heather. Heather noticed this in the mirror and looked at Leshawna. “It sucks that this happened. I know you take pride in your looks. And hair means a lot to girls. But your hair isn’t everything. It’s just stuff that keeps your brain warm, or something like that. Harold told me that.”

“Harold is stupid. And you don’t even know how much my hair matters to me. You get to wear weaves and braids and wigs. I haven’t even seen your real hair. Whatever Harold said might be what it is to you, but that’s not how it is to me.”

“My hair does mean a lot to me,” Leshawna stated. “I take a lot of pride in it. I think it’s beautiful. There’s been a lot of points in my life when I wore it natural. Losing it would definitely hurt a lot. I get why you’re so upset.” She put a hand on Heather’s shoulder. “But the damage has been done. Your hair isn’t here now. And you have to learn how to love yourself without it.”

“Like you’ve ever had to do that.”

“I haven’t. I never lost my hair. But I had to learn to love myself with my hair.” Leshawna twirled her ponytail around in circles. “There’s a reason I wore a weave when I came here. People are ruthless. Especially straight-hair beauty queens like you. We’re in the same boat, just in opposite directions.”

Heather remained silent. She was going to be honest- she wasn’t innocent when it came to coming for the way other peoples’ hair looked. In elementary school, she knew a lot of girls with thick curly hair that they didn’t know how to take care of yet. She knew a lot of girls who had oily hair that they couldn’t wash enough. And girls with afros were no exception from her wrath.

“Plus,” Leshawna turned back to the mirror and Heather did the same, “you had this coming all summer.”

Heather sighed. “I did.”

Leshawna smirked. “I’m glad you’re taking accountability for your actions. Now, you have a choice.”

A look of confusion appeared on Heather’s face. She looked at Leshawna again.

“You can either look fear in the eyes, take your life into your own hands, say fuck you, and shave your hair off,” Leshawna began. Heather looked at the razor sitting on the opposite side of the bathroom counter. “Or, you can let fear take over you and let someone else do it for you. It’s your choice.”

Heather stared at the razor. She had to do it. She couldn’t let fear win. She worked so hard this entire season, and right now, she had nothing to show for it. Now she did. Now, she had the ability to give a giant middle finger to the people who made her younger self feel so horrible about the way she looked. She could give everything up right now. She could shave her hair, she could stop wearing makeup, she could wear whatever she wanted to. And she could learn to love herself whether she was an ugly doll or not.

What did it matter, anyways? Leshawna came to terms with the way she looked a long time ago. She learned to think she was beautiful no matter what anyone else said. And she was right. Leshawna was beautiful.

Heather was beautiful. Hair or no hair, she was beautiful.

She picked up the razor. Leshawna smiled.

“You got this, girl.”

Heather turned on the razor, and brought it to her scalp.

Ching.

A large piece of her hair fell to the floor.

Ching.

And another.

Ching.

And another.

The more hair that fell from her head and onto the white tiled floor, the more Leshawna’s smile grew. Heather couldn’t help but smile herself. This was her life. She was in charge. And right now, she was about to rock a clean-shaven head like God intended. And anyone who had anything to say about it, well, Heather had plans for them.

“Hell yes,” Leshawna grinned as the last of Heather’s hair fell to the ground.

Heather smiled back. “I think I can do this. It’s a fresh start.”

“Oh, and the lord knows we need it after this hell of a show.”

Heather was quiet for a moment, before diving in to give Leshawna a hug. She scrunched her eyes shut and tried to hold back the rest of her tears.

“Um…”

“Thanks, Leshawna,” Heather whispered. “I don’t think I could’ve done it without you.”

Heather pulled back, and Leshawna had a smaller, but warm smile on her face. “Of course.”

“This doesn’t change anything, right?” Heather asked.

“Nope,” Leshawna grinned. “You’re still Ms. Cheated her way to a Hundred-Thousand and Failed to me.”

“Good,” Heather wiped a singular tear from her eye. “You’re still the girl who threw me off a cliff on my first day of this show.”

“Great. Now, can you promise me to not cry tonight? I want to sleep.”

“Yeah,” Heather whispered. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

#fanfiction #fanfic #total drama #td #oneshot #td heather #td leshawna #total drama heather #total drama leshawna

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scknight05 · 10 months ago

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WIP Wednesday 📝

I wasn't tagged by anyone since no one really knows me (yet.. hopefully.. maybe.. I dunno..lol) But I do wanna tag @tizniz, for being my biggest supporter with this journey, as well as @warpedpuppeteer because they both have been super awesome in letting me toss around my totally insane ideas with them and giving me input when I'm stumped.

This will probably be the first 9-1-1 fanfic I post, but it's not the first one I've started... And there are sooooo many more ideas to come soon hopefully. But this is what I'm currently working on and a few warnings before hand. 1-This is the first story I've written in a LONG time. So I'm rusty. EXTREMELY rusty! 2-I haven't done any major editing yet so I apologize for any errors. 3-I may be sharing too much with this compared to other people's "WIP Wednesday" posts so half of it will be behind a cut (if you make it that far and want to keep reading).

A little tidbit: what I'm posting is actually the scene that jumped into my head when this idea was born so I'm creating the story around it. And as of this moment, I do NOT have a title for this.. That's one thing I am also very horrible at... creating titles.

So I'm gonna shut up now and get on with it!

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay, Buck?” Buck wrapped his arm around Chris’s shoulder and pulled him close. “Of course I am! As long as I have you, your dad and everyone else I love in my life I’m gonna be just fine.” Chris beamed with joy as he threw both of his arms around Buck’s chest to give him a tight hug. “I love you, Buck.” Buck could feel tears of joy and happiness welling up in his eyes as he smiled down at Christopher who was still clinging tightly to his chest. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against the curls on top of his head. “I love you too, buddy. Always will.” Buck sniffed and tried to discretely wipe his eyes before Chris could see. “Now how about I go check on dinner? Make sure your dad doesn’t burn everything to a crisp.” “Good idea.” Chris laughed. “But we could always order a pizza just to be safe!” With a laugh, Buck ruffled Chris’s hair, earning him a slight groan before he moved from where he was sitting on the boy’s bed. “We’ll keep that as Plan B, just in case. But I have faith in your dad.” With a smile on his face, he closed Christopher’s door and slowly made his way towards the living room. His smile quickly faded with the pain in his head still persistent but also beginning to throb uncomfortably against his skull, causing him to have to prop himself against the wall for a moment. He clenched his eyes closed in an effort to quell the pain and stop the room from spinning. “You good, Buck?” He hadn’t even heard Eddie approach and forced his eyes open to see he was standing in the middle of the living, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

“Y-yeah, its just this stupid headache. It won’t go away and now my head feels like it’s about to explode.” Buck attempted to take a few steps but in hindsight it was a bad idea. The room suddenly began to spin violently and the only reason he wasn’t on the floor was the fact that Eddie had all but ran to him and was now holding Buck by his shoulders to steady him in place. “Hey, hey. Easy, Buck!” Eddie’s eyes widened with worry while he watched as Buck took a few deep breaths in through his nose. “You still with me?” “Yeah. Yeah, sorry about that.” He replied shakily as he rubbed his eyes before placing his hand on Eddie’s forearm. “Thanks for catching me.” “Always.” Eddie smiled at Buck reassuringly, assessing him and making sure he wasn’t about to faceplant into the floor again before letting him go and making his way back towards the kitchen. “Dinner is basically ready, so lets get some food into you and see if that will help.” “Good idea. I’ll just go grab Christopher.” Eddie stopped and turned to look at Buck, confusion set across his face. “Who’s Christopher?” Eddie asked as his face scrunched up. “Very funny, Eddie.” Buck rolled his eyes and chuckled and turned back in the direction of the door he had closed behind him not too long ago. “Seriously Buck, who are you talking about?” “Christopher. You know, your son.” “Buck? I don’t have a son.” Eddie slowly began to walk towards Buck as he laughed. “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Okay, good one Eddie.” Buck just smiled as he reached the door and turned the knob. “Hey Chris, are you in on this too? Your dad is acting lik….” Buck’s voice trailed off as he looked into the room, a shiver shot down his spine and he felt like he had ice in his veins. He gazed around the space he was in not even five minutes earlier but instead of finding the preteen on his bed, the room was completely different. Where there once was a bed, posters adorning the wall, and other memorabilia indicating the presence of a preteen, in its place was now a large desk and stacked bookshelves; a home office it seemed. “What the hell?!” Buck’s voice was barely a whisper, his eyes widening in fear and confusion as he looked around the room. “Eddie, what is going on?! WHERE is Christopher?” “Buck, I keep telling you I have no clue who this Christopher you’re talking about is! A-and him being my son? I’ve never had a son!”

#me #personal #writing #911 #911 fanfic #buddie fanfic #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #my writing #the first story i've written in a long time #I'm sorry to everyone who may read this #I also debated posting this now since the EW stuff just dropped

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Chapter 8

Part 7

“Is there a reason you are so adamant about getting out of Texas,” Chris asked buckling up and taking her phone.

“It's road trip rules: when you have to pass through Texas no stopping for the night till you are out of Texas,” she said looking over at him as she started the car.

This energy filled the car. She couldn’t exactly explain what it was, but Scarlet let her insecurities run wild and was sure it was because of her freakout earlier. But, she got out of her head when she noticed that Chris was still on her phone.

“Christopher, what are you doing with my phone,” she asked him as she pulled out of the motel parking lot.

“Someone drank half my coffee and there wasn’t a continental breakfast so I’m solving the issue,” he said pressing a button and putting the phone in one of the cup holders. “So besides getting out of Texas, do we have any other plans.”

“There is an Evans recreational center nearby, any relations,” she asked in a teasing tone.

“It’s too early and I don’t have enough coffee in me for your terrible jokes,” he groaned as he rested his head against the window.

Scarlet sent a soft smile his way and kept her mouth closed as she listened to the directions her phone was telling her. They pulled up to a Wendy’s with 25 minutes left for the breakfast menu. After they ordered, Chris tried to hand over his card.

“You could be broke for all we know. I’d rather not have the cashier say the card has been declined when we try to pay for this 7-dollar meal,” Scarlet said pushing his hand away.

He flicked her nose as she went to grab her wallet from her bag in the back seat. Chris leaned over her lower back slightly pinning her down and handed his card to the cashier who was giving the two of them weird looks.

“Christopher Jamal Evans I’m going to put spiders all in your clothes when you least expect it,” she cursed him still pinned under his arm.

“Don’t mind her, thank you,” Chris said grabbing his card back and the receipt. Only then did he let her up. “Jamal?”

“Yes, it’s a name the internet gave you,” she explained sitting up right before she pulled the car up to the next window.

“Why,” he asked putting his card back in his wallet.

“Because your name was boring before and now it’s not,” Scarlet replied as she tapped her fingers against the wheel.

“Robert,” he asked questioning how he was boring.

The window opened and the man at the window held out a bag. Scarlet grabbed the food and drinks before she pulled into a parking spot. She handed Chris his juice and the bag of food.

“Yes, now you have a bit of spice,” she informed him as she reached into the bag and grabbed her bacon breakfast sandwich.

As soon as she took a bite of her sandwich, Scarlet did a little dance and started the car back up causing Chris to let out a little laugh at her food dance. They sat in silence as they got back on the interstate and ate their food. The actor changed the radio from music to the news.

“Really, the news. Your old manness is showing,” she joked slapping his hand away from the dial.

“Old man-ness,” he asked taking a sip of his orange juice.

“Yes, but it’s kinda cute. You keep talking about stuff and it sounds important but I have no idea what it means,” Scarlet said turning the radio up enough trying to make a joke about his age and deafness.

“It's important information,” he started to say but stopped when you held a hand up to him and shoved the last of her sandwich into her mouth.

“I’m not going to retain any of this. I’ll stick to getting the information from your rare Instagram videos. It sounds more interesting coming from you than a normal old white man,” she said after swallowing the food.

“Scarlet I am an old white man,” Chris laughing at her.

“Yeah, but you're probably one of the few if not only old white American man people trust,” she teased taking a sip of her coffee.

He shook his head at her comment and the two of them just sat in silence eating their breakfast and listening to the news. It was after about 1 hour of listening and Chris explaining some things when he noticed the confused look on her face, Scarlet changed the station.

“I can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry it’s so boring. I’d rather listen to someone explain physics in a deep slow voice,” she said putting on a random radio station.

Chris laid his seat back and rested his arm over his eyes as he let out a small shiver. Scarlet looked over at him and the corner of her mouth lifted at him. She kept her eyes on the road but every few seconds her eyes would travel to look at him. Her eyes stared at his hands and the veins on his forearm.

“I get that the heater is broken but that doesn’t mean you need to keep the AC on full blast,” the actor cried shifting his body to turn towards Scarlet.

“I keep a blanket for my whiney passengers.”

Chris moved his arm a bit and stared at her. He watched as she pointed her head to the back seat and gripped the steering wheel tighter. While he unbuckled and leaned into the back seat out of the corner of his eye he noticed how her shoulders tensed. Scarlet didn’t relax til Chris was back in her seat and buckled back up.

“Much better,” he sighed as he wrapped the blanket around his shoulder.

Scarlet quickly glanced his way and smiled at the sight of him. The blanket was a baby blue blanket with penguins skiing all over it. He was wearing part of it over his head and the rest was tightly wrapped around his torso. The car was silent the only noise was coming from the engine and the low mumbling of the talk host on the radio.

“Okay, I can’t. We are not about to spend the next 8hrs of the car ride in silence. I will go crazy and drive the car off the road,” She exclaimed looking from the road to her passenger back to the road.

“Okay calm down, Sparky. We can play a road trip game,” Chris said turning his body towards her a little.

“Would you rather. We answer then we explain,” she said excitedly as she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. “My game I go first um would you rather have a pet dinosaur or a pet dragon.”

Chris let out a laugh at the silly questions. “We are starting off deep. Um, dinosaur. Stegosaurus to be exact. It’s big, got those cool back spikes, and won’t try to eat me in my sleep. You?”

“Dragon, ride him to school.”

“Ok, Khaleesi. Would you rather have breakfast on the Eiffel Tower or dinner in a castle,” he asked as he leaned closer and wrapped his arm around his headrest.

“Easy castle, Eiffel Tower is as an eating spot is overdone. Just about everyone can say that. Very few can say they ate in a whole ass castle.”

The next 2 hours passed by with the road trip games. Chris preferred the Eiffel Tower (such a romantic), and they both agreed that living at the North Pole was better than living at the South Pole. They talked about anything and everything. But nothing serious. Scarlet enjoyed spending time with someone who didn’t know her past so didn’t treat her like she was made of eggshells.

“No how do you not love Reeses Pieces,” he asked shoving his fourth piece in his mouth.

“First, I’m allergic, second how are you just shoving your mouth with all that candy. You eat like a 5-year-old got to go crazy at the store but look like a Greek god,” she laughed as she reached over and grabbed some of the hundreds of candy wrappers off his lap and threw it in his face.

“Really sunshine, a Greek god,” Chris smirked as he cleaned up his candy mess and tossed it into the grocery bag that was being used as a trash can.

“Shut up, you know what I meant,” Scarlet said as her face turned bright red.

“No sweetheart, I don’t know what you mean, please explain,” he replied leaning back, crossing his arms and smirking.

“Um, you… you…. That… fuck off Christopher,” she stuttered trying to find a way to big herself out of this embarrassing hole she found herself in. “You’re a dick you know how you look and you're just annoying me.”

Chris laughed as he held his hands up in a defensive way. “Ok okay I'm sorry,” he apologized as he held out the last starburst.

“No thanks,” she replied focusing on the road.

“Not a fan of candy,” he asked popping it into his mouth.

“I am. I just don’t eat it like it’s Halloween all the time.”

He usually was less out there around new people but he realized that with her, there was this natural easy, calming feeling he got. A feeling he normally only got when he was back home. Back with his mom and dad. And even when he was home he sometimes felt like he had to hide the famous side from his loved one. Not that he is ashamed of what he does. He loves it, it's just that sometimes they don’t get what he deals with on a daily basis. Chris hides it from them to protect them. But ever since he met Scarlet, he felt like he could just be himself.

There was no pressure to pretend to be something he wasn’t. There was no need to keep a fake smile on his face. And somewhere deep inside him, he hoped that she got that feeling around him. Chris liked the thought of having someone he could be 110% honest with and suddenly the thought of how he wanted to be that person for Scarlet crept into his mind and just festered. But he knew that he was just hyper-fixating on her seeing as she was the only person on this planet that knew who he was. And there were a lot of things that he didn’t know about her. But he still has this subconscious feeling that he could trust her.

“Christopher are you listening to me,” he heard her ask as he felt her poke his bicep.

“Sorry, what was that.”

“I was saying that I think we should stop for lunch and gas soon. Where were you wonder boy,” she asked turning the AC down a notch.

“I thought you didn’t get cold Elsa,” Chris joked changing the subject.

Scarlet stared at him for a second longer before letting the subject drop. “I enjoy the cold I’m not stupid Evans,” she replied sticking her tongue out at him. “Now keep an eye out for any places that look like a good place to eat.”

“Churches,” “No” “Chili’s” “No”

“I thought I was supposed to keep an eye out for lunch, yet you keep turning down my suggestions,” he exclaimed throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Have you eaten at Churches before? Have you eaten at Chili’s before,” she asked deciding that gripping the steering wheel was a better option than wringing his neck.

“Yes,” “Then no. We are on a road trip Christopher and one of the rules is to eat at places you haven’t been to before. Something local. And given that we are in TEXAS. The only logical option is BBQ now pick again.”

It was another 5 minutes of trying to find a good place to eat til Chris grabbed your phone and started searching the easier way. “Look here is an underground BBQ place that's like 4 miles away and it has great reviews,” he said clicking on the address and holding it up so she could see it out of her peripheral vision.

“Perfect, let’s eat.”

She quickly got off the interstate and followed the directions to the Texan BBQ restaurant. When Chris said it was an underground BBQ place he wasn’t joking. It was a literal hole in the wall. After finding a parking spot the two walked to the brick wall and saw a whole ass thriving restaurant through the hole. There were a dozen or 2 metal tables and nearly all of them were filled. The seating indoors was non-existent. People were sitting on the window sill eating their enormous BBQ plates.

“Oh this place is going to be the best BBQ of our life,” Scarlet squealed in excitement.

“There are people sitting on the floor” Chris pointed out.

“Well duh in this Texas heat, I wouldn’t eat outside either but I'm not sitting on the floor in this skirt.”

The menu was handwritten on a giant blackboard behind the register. Today's menu had a half rack of baby back ribs, potato salad, Mac and cheese, baked beans, homemade honey cornbread, and chocolate fudge brownie. The only other option was half a BBQ chicken, creamed spinach, Mac and cheese, boiled potatoes, corn on the cob, garlic bread, and peach cobbler.

Once they reached the counter, Scarlet and Chris were greeted by a very happy and friendly middle-aged woman. She was wearing a bright pink shirt and an apron that used to be white but was now covered in dough and sauce and other kitchen gunk.

“What can I get ya today sugar,” the lady asked.

“Can we get one of each platter please,” Scarlet ordered.

“Of course you can baby. That going to be $30,” she said wiping her hands on her apron and messing with her tablet.

Out the corner of her eye, she noticed Chris reach for his wallet so she quickly took hers out to pay. The lady noticed and let out a little chuckle. “Oh no hunny let your man pay you keep your money,” she commented with a wink.

“He’s not….,” Scarlet started to say before Chris cut her off.

“How many times are we going to have this argument, Sunshine,” Chris said grabbing her wallet and putting it in his back pocket.

“It's my turn, Christopher,” she replied grabbing her wallet back. She froze a bit at the fact that her hands were technically in Chris Evan's pants but quickly recovered.

“Oh, hunny never question when a man wants to pay,” the lady behind the counter chuckled again. “It's going to be a 30-minute wait.”

“Thank you,” Chris said grabbing your hand and dragging you to a table that had just freed up.

Ever the gentleman, Chris pulled out the chair for Scarlet before sitting in the chair across from her. She was looking around the restaurant taking in the scenery he was watching her. Chris tried to focus on anything else, anything other than the fact that he never corrected the lady at the counter about them being together. Anything other than the fact that Scarlet was going to. And for some reason that annoyed him. It made him jealous; of what he didn’t know.

“Chris you going to have an aneurysm with that thought,” Scarlet teased grabbing his hand.

“What,” he asked shaking the confusing thoughts from his head.

“What are you thinking about over there goober?”

“Nothing just wondering if there are any other road trip rules I need to know of before I get back in that car with you,” he replied unconsciously rubbing small circles in her palm.

“No eating at chain restaurants, drive a minimum of 8 hrs before stopping for the night unless in Texas keep driving til you get out of Texas, junk food is the only type of snacks allowed, and get a souvenir from every state.”

Chris laughed and teased her about the rules he was 100% percent sure she just made up. But he knew he would listen. They continued to talk about little things again like how Scarlet's sister had ruined her makeup two weeks ago cause she just came back from the circus and wanted to be a clown.

“Here you go, stud muffin,” the counter lady said placing two styrofoam plates on the table. “Enjoy.”

Scarlet laughed at the term of endearment the lady used and decided she was going to tease him about it. Not now, not with heaven on a plate right in front of her but later. Chris watched as Scarlet pulled the ribs towards her and once again did her little food dance. He let out a laugh when he noticed she had BBQ sauce all over her face after a couple bites.

“You have a little…,” he started saying before he grabbed a napkin and wiped her face clean.

“Omg, that’s so embarrassing,” Scarlet quietly exclaimed before burying her face in her hands.

He quickly reassured her it was nothing to worry about as he took a big bite of creamed spinach. What he hadn’t realized was that he spilled half the spoonful on himself.

“Shit,” he said trying to clean his shirt.

“Evans,” she laughed as she tried and help him clean up. “It goes in your mouth,”

“Pot meet kettle.”

For the rest of the meal, they ate off each other's plates and ignored when they both became a mess from the food. Neither felt embarrassed or nervous about having to look perfect or getting all the food on their face. When it happened they laughed and teased and helped clean each other up.

“I think we used up all their napkins,” Chris joked after he finished eating.

“Well they can’t expect people to eat all prim and proper with food this delicious,” Scarlet replied laughing. “I'm going to clean up more before we go. Watch my purse.”

Chris asked her to bring him back some wet napkins. When she got a good look at herself in the mirror her cheek immediately flushed in embarrassment. Her face had faded BBQ sauce and there were a few drops on her shirt too. It looked more like she was at a family dinner than at dinner with a damn celebrity. Scarlet was able to clean her face but was able to get the stain out of her white shirt. But it wasn’t as noticeable now.

When she exited the bathroom she noticed another waitress was at the table talking to Chris. She had her hand on his arm. FLIRTING with Chis. The waitress was this gorgeous redhead model-looking woman. Definitely looked like she was the type of person Chris dated.

As Scarlet got closer to the table, the waitress’s smile faded but her hands remained on his arm. “I'm so glad you enjoyed the food,” she giggled. Suddenly all Scarlet was was red. She didn’t notice how Chris was more focused on her than the female all but throwing herself at him. Her anger took control and dug its nails in deep.

“We are leaving,” Scarlet said in a short tone as she threw the wet napkins on the table. She grabbed her purse and walked out of the restaurant. Chris grabbed a few dollars from his wallet and put it on the table before running after her.

“Scar, what’s wrong,” he asked trying to catch up to her.

“Nothing,” she replied in a snippy manner.

“Sunshine, stop,” Chris said gently grabbing her arm and forcing her to stop walking away from him.

“Nothing is the matter, Christopher I just want to get back on the road.”

“You're mad.”

“No, I'm not.”

“Then annoyed.”

“Wrong again.”

Before he could ask her again what was wrong Scarlet walked away from him. “Why are women so damn complicated,” he asked himself.

“What did you just say,” Scarlet asked stopping in her tracks.

“Nothing,” he replied before running to catch up to her again.

Part 9

#the man the world forgot #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader

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solvskrift · 1 year ago

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diving deep into the dark | flash fic | post-boreth chris pike

The past and future cast a long shadow when they turn in the same direction. whumptober prompt no. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no one there except the moon.” | journal | “Make it stop.” also on ao3!

Captain’s Log, Stardate 1713.2

It seemed different this time. Or, felt different, I guess. Slightly. I don’t know. Maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part…either way I figure it’s best to document it, right? I know they’re just dreams, but they might give me some clues, some way to - to - Computer, lights.

Elevated heart rate detected. Alert Doctor M’Benga?

No, I’m - god - Dusty Swender, T'quiel Dawn, Muliq Al Alcazar, Yuuto Hoshide, Andrea Lopez, Dusty Swender, T'quiel Dawn, Muliq Al Alcazar, Yuuto Hoshide, Andrea Lopez, D-Dusty Swender, T’quiel…

Shit.

Yes, Computer, call - call - no, never mind, I…Jesus, I need a shower.

I suppose I’m up for the day.

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Captain’s Quarters - Replicator Log - 0436

Flour, whole wheat, 474g Sugar, granulated, 42.5g Baking powder, phosphate, 22.76g Salt, kosher, fine grain, 5.69g Butter, unsalted, cow, 79g Milk, whole, cow, 355.5g Eggs, 2, large, chicken, 120g Extract, vanilla, 5.69g

Total matter synthesized 1105.14g

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Captain’s Quarters - Recycler Log - 0521

Total matter recycled 907.3g

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Medbay - Replicator Log, Main - 1547

Sedative, Axonol, 100mg Sedative, Adozine, 50mg

Medbay - Treatment Log - 1550

Patient: Pike, Christopher (Cpt) Reason for treatment: agitation, exhaustion, mild dissociative episode Prescribed: sleep aid, short term anti-anxiety medication

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Captain’s Log Supplemental

I’ve given Number One the conn for the remainder of alpha shift.

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Captain’s Log, Stardate 1816.3

The sleep aid didn’t help.

But that’s probably because I didn’t take it.

My CMO would give me a good talking to for that, I’m sure, but I can’t help but wonder if I just see it one more time…

How do I fix this?

How do I save those kids and save myself? Is it even possible?

Is it selfish to try?

I don’t know.

I should probably try to rest so Una doesn’t kick me off the bridge again.

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Captain’s Log, Supplemental

Una kicked me off the bridge again.

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Captain’s Quarters - Replicator Log - 1207

Coffee, cream and sugar, 350mL

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Captain’s Quarters - Replicator Log - 1350

Coffee, cream and sugar, 350mL

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Captain’s Quarters - Replicator Log - 1421

Coffee, cream and sugar, 350mL

Captain’s Quarters - Recycler Log - 1423

Total matter recycled 350mL

Captain’s Quarters - Replicator Log - 1423

Coffee, decaf, cream and sugar, 350mL

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Captain’s Log, Supplemental

Spock stopped by, which…was a bit of a surprise, I’ll admit.

The poor guy was so awkward I swear the tips of his ears were turning green. Though I have to say it’s hard to watch Spock try to be social and not be cheered up.

He told me he wanted to bring me his report in person, but he did stay long enough to lecture me about chess strategy and let me make him an omelet. He even showed me one of the simpler Vulcan meditation techniques. I don’t think I’ve gotten it quite right, but I’m just going to go ahead and assume that’s par for the course for humans. (That’s what I’m telling myself, anyway. Captain’s prerogative.)

He’s…he’s a good man, that Spock.

I consider myself lucky to know him.

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Captain’s Log, Supplemental

Evidently, there’s been an outbreak of my senior officers wanting to bring me their reports in person, but Number One headed them off and came by to deliver both an armful of their PADDs and the message that Lieutenant Noonien-Singh has threatened to flatten me in a sparring match if I don’t look better by tomorrow.

I believe, however, that this was said off-the-record and as such don’t see the necessity for a court martial.

It’s - nice, to have the reminder that there are, in fact, many people on this ship I’m lucky to know.

And they’re counting on me.

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Captain’s Log, Stardate 2716.8

I took the sedative - felt good not to have the dream for once.

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #lyric #journal #quote #star trek #snw #christopher pike #fic #ptsd #found family #solv fic

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Chapter 9: Debrief

**Please read with caution descriptions of violence and death.**

Lou and Kay were in Lou’s room at The Inquisition, Kay sat on her bed.

“I just want to go home,” she said as she leaned heavily on him.

“I know,” Kay hugged her tightly, wishing he could give her what she wanted. “You just have to tell the Prior what happened and then we can go.”

Then Kay felt a flurry of emotions growing within her, but they were so jumbled that he couldn’t tell what was actually going on. He turned to face her.

“Hey,” he touched her face gently. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to do this right now,” she said somewhat angrily as she stepped away from him. “I just want to go home.”

Just before Lou had stepped away, thus breaking physical contact with him, Kay had felt fear in her.

“This is bullshit, there’s no reason why we can’t have this conversation tomorrow,” Lou said pacing.

“I know,” he said sympathetically, Kay knew he had to tread carefully. “You’re still tired and probably hungry again, I’d rather just go home too.”

Lou stopped and looked at him.

“But there’s nothing we can do about it, Martin wants to hear about it now,” Kay told her.

Lou stepped closer to him. “Kay… I-I don’t know if I can talk about it.”

Kay open his arms, inviting her in, Lou stepped into his arms and hugged him tightly; Kay kissed her cheek.

“Just do your best, no one can ask more of you then that,” he told her. “And I’ll be right there with you.”

Lou sighed, she stood between his legs, she put both her hands into his hair. She looked into his dark eyes as she ran her hands through his hair and caressed his face lovingly.

He gave her a tender smile. “Seems like forever since the last time we were here like this.”

Lou scoffed softly. “Yeah, it does.”

Kay ran his hands up her back, then he put one hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips met slowly, tenderly, both seeking comfort and reconnection. The kisses continued without growing deeper, their hands gently moving over each other. Kay could feel how much Lou needed to touch him, to kiss him, to hold him, to be touched by him, to be kissed by him, to be held by him. She was lost to him, to their kiss, nothing else existed to her, and that was when someone knocked on the door. Lou flinched, grasped, and pulled away from Kay.

“Shh, it’s alright, it’s alright,” he whispered as he pulled her closer and hugged her tightly; she breathed heavily.

Danielle’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door: “The Prior is ready for you now.”

“Thank you, Danielle,” Kay called to her.

Then they heard the secretary’s steps recede. Lou was still breathing hard. Kay could feel the fear the sudden noise has caused her.

“It’s alright,” he said again, stroking her back gently. “It’ll pass, take some deep breaths.”

Lou took several deep breaths and when Kay felt her fear fade away he stood up. He put both his hands on her face, tipping it up, then kissed her forehead. Lou looked up into Kay’s nearly-black eyes and he could almost see the trauma swirling in her eyes.

“Ready?” He asked.

She just nodded.

A few minutes later they were sitting in the office of The Prior of the Inquisition sipping tea and eating cookies that Danielle brought them. Lou was wrapped in a blanket sitting with her legs chris crossed on the couch, her shoes off and on the floor. Kay sat close to her, his hand was under the blanket so they could secretly hold hands. Joncière sat in an arm chair calmly drinking his tea, quietly observing the partners. Ivo Martin was at his desk reading one last report, when he was finished he called Danielle in, and came over to the sitting area. He then moved an arm chair so that it faced the couch more and sat down. Danielle came into the office with a tablet and sat down near the group.

“Danielle is going to take notes and fill out the report while we talk.” Martin informed the others. “So, walk me through it,” he said.

Joncière started the story. He explained how the arrival at the village had gone, his meeting with the local commander and how they had begun investigating the breach in the signal that allowed unauthorized messages from the other side of the Perimeter. And how they had gone across the Perimeter and searched for hours before they found signs of someone broadcasting.

***

Mark, Lou, and the newest employee of the local AC office, Initiate Cane had been wandering around in the wild forest on the wrong side of the Perimeter for hours. The sun was starting to set, Lou was tired and hungry, she wanted to get back to the village, but Mark was determined to keep looking. To pass the time more than anything she talked to the young Initiate. She leaned that his full name was Vincent Cane, he was 19, he had been working for the Coups for about six weeks, he was a native to this village, he was genetically unstable, and his goal was to be a bodyguard. So of course he wanted to talk to Lou about protecting people, she answered all his questions the best she could.

“It’s too bad my partner isn’t here,” she told him. “He’s a lot more experienced than I am.”

“I’d love to be able to talk to him too,” Cane said. “But you’ve been really helpful too.”

“I think the key to being a good bodyguard is in your personality. Not everyone is willing to jump in front of a bullet for someone else.” Lou told him. “But I think you have the right kind of personality for it. I’m sure you’ll get there.”

“Reed!” Joncière called for her, excitement in his voice.

Lou hurried to catch up to Mark. “What is it?”

As Lou came to stand beside the Inquisitor she saw what he had found: a small makeshift shelter with a radio in it.

“You see that, Reed?” Mark said, he sounded pleased with himself. “This is what hard work and determination gets you.”

“A tiny shelter in the wilderness?” She said sarcastically.

Joncière glared at her slightly. “Results, Reed.”

Lou smiled and winked at Cane who looked shocked that she’d talk to an Inquisitor like that.

“Okay, we found it,” Lou said. “Now what?”

“Document everything,” Mark answered. “Reed, you take pictures, Cane, mark this place on the map and then write down everything you see.”

“Yes, sir!” Cane said, he then pulled out his map, a notebook and pen and got right to work.

Lou took out her phone and started taking pictures while Mark carefully shifted through the shelter. They hadn’t been documenting very long when Lou heard a twig snap near them. She immediately began scanning the trees for the source. In the dwindling light it was hard to see too far into the woods, but she kept looking. Suddenly she saw a glint of light bounce off something, without wasting anymore time she took one long step towards Mark just as a gunshot rang out, grabbed him, and threw him to the ground, covering him with her body.

“Get down!” She yelled at Cane.

Cane dropped to the ground but not before a bullet wizzed passed him and hit a tree that Mark had been standing in front of just seconds before.

“Stay down!” Lou yelled at Cane, then she spoke softly to Joncière. “Well, I guess we found your attackers.”

“So it would seem,” Mark said. “Any ideas on how to get us out of here?”

Lou quickly assessed the situation. She and Mark were laying on the ground in front of the shelter, Cane was a little farther away, but still well covered. The bullet has come from the other side of the shelter, which meant to get away from the shooter, they’d have to go back the way they’d came. The forest all looked the same to Lou, she wouldn’t know how to get them back to the Perimeter, luckily she wasn’t the only one out here.

“Stay here and don’t move,” she told Mark.

“Where are you going?” Joncière actually sounded scared.

“Just to talk to Cane.”

Mark nodded before Lou started crawling slowly on her belly towards the young man. When Lou got to him she asked if he could lead them back to the village, he was confident that he could. So she crawled back to Mark and told him her plan.

“Ok, Cane is going to lead us back to the village, we are going to crawl until we get passed those bushes over there,” Lou pointed to show Joncière where. “Once we are around them we will get up and run. He said the Perimeter is towards the setting Sun.”

Mark was pale, but he nodded his agreement. So he went first towards Cane and Lou followed. As there neared the bushes that Lou had indicated, footsteps and voices could be heard. They were getting closer.

“Go,” Lou told them.

Lou stood up first, facing the danger, holding her hands out prepared. Behind her Cane grabbed Joncière and helped him to his feet and then they ran. Shots were fired. Lou couldn’t hardly see the bullets they were so fast. She barely managed to push them away with her telekinesis, before she turned and ran after the two men.

“Reed!” She heard Mark call for her as she ran to catch up with them.

“I’m here!” She called back.

She was able to stay in the right trail because she could see Joncière’s dark uniform weaving through the woods. She could also hear their pursuers behind her, a shot rang out. Lou felt the gust of air as the bullet flew past her and hit a tree. She ran faster, but she had lost sight of Mark. As she rounded a tree she saw Cane was facing her with his gun raised, Lou stopped dead in her tracks, and Mark reached out behind a bush and pulled her out of the way. The shooter was only a few steps behind, when he appeared around the tree, Cane shot him dead. Then the three of them ran again, as they left they heard a voice screaming. They didn’t stop for a few more minutes trying to put as much distance as possible between them and the other shooter. When they finally stopped running they found a dead log to sit on as they tried to catch their breath.

“That was brilliant, Vince,” Lou said once she could talk again.

��Thanks,” Cane said, blushing slightly from her praise and her use of his first name.

“We need to get back across the Perimeter,” Mark said. “We should keep moving.”

No one liked the idea of getting up and walking again after all the running they had just done, but they knew they needed to. It was almost dark and needed to get out of the wilderness before it was pitch black. So they kept moving, Cane took the lead, Mark in the middle, and Lou bringing up the rear. They didn’t move fast, as they were trying to stay quiet, but they had to keep moving, they were a ways from the Perimeter. They walked in silence, Lou kept a couple steps behind Mark so that she could listen for any sounds coming from behind them.

After about ten minutes of walking Lou heard a sound come from behind her, the sound of a gun cocking, she dove for Mark. A hot, searing pain cut into her lower back as they fell to the ground. Almost immediately a second shot was fired and Cane fell to the ground crying out in pain.

“Off the path!” Lou said to Mark pushing him towards the cover of some bushes, then she went to Cane and tried to get him to safety. She heard the gun cock again.

“Down!” She yelled. They got behind a fallen tree just as another bullet flew by. Somewhat safe for the moment Lou focused on Cane’s injury, he had been shot in the leg.

“We need to…” Cane tried to explain. “Find a… tourniquet.”

Lou looked at what they were both wearing and then when for his belt. Another shot hit a tree near them, Lou flinched, but when right back to taking off Cane’s belt. Then she used it to put pressure on the gunshot wound.

“That should do for now,” she whispered to him.

“Thank you, Reed,” he said softly.

“You’ll make a great bodyguard someday,” she told him.

He smiled weakly at her.

Another shot rang out, Lou flinched again, her eyes closed, and then she was sprayed with something wet. When she opened her eyes half of Cane’s face was missing, there was blood everywhere, she could see half of his brain, one eye was hanging from its nerve. Lou was in shock, her eyes couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. She was covered in blood, her clothes, her face, her hands and legs. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t think, she was totally numb.

“Reed!” Joncière’s voice cut through her haze.

Lou looked up and saw the shooter coming towards her, he was reloading his weapon as he walked. She looked around for something to use as a weapon, and when she turned a sharp pain pierced her back. She put her hand on it and felt the bullet still under her skin. Having no other option she used her telekinesis to pull the bullet out of herself. With the bloody bullet in her hand Lou stood up and threw it with her Psi as hard as she could at the shooter, then ducked down again. It hit him right in the shoulder he dropped his rifle and fell to the ground. Lou’s mind was working fast now, thinking of survival for her and Mark, she wasn’t going to lose him too. As the shooter struggled backwards trying to get to cover himself, probably thinking Lou had a gun too, she took Cane’s bag and anything else off his body that she thought could be useful, including his gun.

Lou stood up pointing that gun at where the shooter had been, but he was gone.

“Joncière?” She called.

“I’m here,” he stepped out of the bushes.

“Where is he?”

“He went back into the trees,” Mark told her, pointing. “Let’s go.”

Lou nodded as she shouldered Cane’s bag, then the two of them hurried down the path. After a little while they found a place to hide off the path. Without saying a word Mark took out a bottle of water and a cloth, poured the water on the cloth, and handed it to Lou. Understanding, she took it and started to wiped the blood off her face.

“Are you injured?” Joncière asked quietly. “I thought you might have taken a bullet for me earlier.”

Lou just nodded and put her hand on her back to show him where.

“Let me look at it,” he said.

Lou turned around so that she sat with her back to him and pulled her shirt out of the way. Mark examined the wound.

“It’s just superficial,” he told her. “Looks like it came in at your side and moved left to right. It’s not very deep.”

Then he took Cane’s bag with the first aid supplies and began to treat Lou’s wound. He used special bandages to cover the entrance wound and where she’d pulled the bullet out, that would stop the bleeding. He also gave her a shot for the pain.

The adrenaline was leaving Lou’s body as she sat hidden from the man trying to kill them. But as it left, Lou began to feel, to realize what had just happened and she felt sick.

***

Lou and Mark had been taking turns telling the story, but when they got to the part about Cane’s death she stumbled over her words and Joncière had to finish the story.

Kay was still holding her hand under the blanket and he could feel all of what was going on inside her.

“I think she might need a break,” Kay told The Prior.

“I agree,” Mark said, as he stood, and walked over to the cupboard and got her a bottle of water. He came back, opened it, gave it to her, and sat back down. “Drink, Reed.”

Lou drank some water. Her hands were shaking and she stared at nothing. Martin looked at Kay, the empath looked worried. The three men sat quietly giving Lou time and space to process.

“I should have protected him,” Lou said softly.

“That wasn’t your job,” Mark told her.

“That isn’t the point, Mark,” she said annoyed.

“And just what were you doing when he was shot, Initiate Reed?” Joncière spat back. “Watching old movies on your phone?”

Lou glared at him.

“What were you doing?” Mark asked again.

“I was trying…” Lou bushed same hair out of her face with annoyance. “To stop him from bleeding out.”

Mark leaned forward in his chair and spoke more gently. “You were treating his wound. You were trying to save his life.”

Lou scoffed, looking down. “Lot of good it did him.”

Mark sighed, then shifted from his chair to the coffee table in front of Lou, she didn’t acknowledge his move.

“Reed, look at me,” Mark said.

Lou didn’t look up.

Mark put his hand on her shoulder. “Lou, look at me.”

That made her look up. Kay felt a strange surge of emotions when Joncière touched her.

“That boy died a hero,” Mark said. “He achieved his goal of being a bodyguard, even if for just a short time.”

Lou shook her head. “‘That boy,’”

“What was the last thing you said to him?” Mark asked.

Lou didn’t answer.

“What did you say to him?” Mark’s voice was as gentle as Kay had ever heard it.

“I told him he’d make a good bodyguard.”

“You told him what he longed to hear, especially from you,” Mark told her. “You gave him exactly what he needed.” He looked at her very pointedly.

Lou looked into Mark’s eyes for long enough that it made Kay feel uncomfortable. Then he felt that strange surge of emotions again. Kay didn’t know how to put those feelings into words, but they felt… intimate, somehow.

“It sounds to me,” Martin spoke up, breaking the awkward silence. “Like you were doing exactly what you should have been doing, Lou. But sometimes you can’t save everyone.”

Mark shifted back to his chair.

Lou looked at him. Kay felt her emotions raging like wildfire. She was sad, confused, angry, but mostly she felt such guilt.

“I should have made sure that he was completely behind cover,” she said.

“Reed,” Mark said. “You’ll only drive yourself insane thinking of all the ‘should haves,’ and it won’t help anything.”

“Mark is right, Lou,” Martin said.

She looked up at him. “But you were so angry with us when that house burned down, and no one died then.”

“The home of an elderly woman who has served the Church for many years, a civilian,” Martin clarified. “That was a threat you two should have anticipated.”

Lou shook her head, Kay squeezed her hand.

“Initiate Cane was a trained Corps officer, Lou,” Kay said gently. “Not a helpless old lady.”

Lou sighed, holding his hand more tightly.

“Even Monsieur Joncière isn’t trained for combat,” Kay went on. “That’s why you were told to guard him. Cane was an armed officer helping you do that.”

Lou turned and looked at Kay, tears brimming in her eyes. “So what, I’m just not supposed be care or be upset about him dying? He was only 19, Kay. Barely older than Kiddo.”

“And barely younger then you,” Kay said. “And no one is asking you not to feel upset.”

“Then what are you asking?” She sounded annoyed.

“Not to blame yourself,” all three men said it.

Lou looked between the three of them, Mark, Martin, and back to Kay. And then she sighed, relenting.

“You can be sad,” Martin said. “Angry, bitter, resentful, hate the man who actually killed Vincent Cane, but the guilt you’re feeling will slowly eat away at your soul. Don’t let it. His death is not your fault,” he said the last four words very slowly. “You need to find a way to deal with this or I may be forced to sent you to a psychiatrist.”

Lou shook her head. “Please don’t make me do that, Ivo,” she said.

“Then I suggest you talk through it thoroughly with Kay,” Martin said, nodding to the empath. “Be open and honest and don’t hide your feelings from him.”

Lou scoffed. “As if could. How did you know that we were in danger?” She addressed Martin. “Hmm? What brought you and a whole rescue team flying in when the locals didn’t even know we were missing yet?” Lou pointed at Kay, “It was him, wasn’t it?”

Martin gave her a slight smile. “Yes, it was. He pulled his gun on a room full of partygoers.”

Lou whipped her head to look at Kay. “You did what?!”

“I didn’t fire it,” Kay said, quietly, almost guilty sounding. Then he explained exactly what happened when her fear had taken over.

“Shit,” she said softly.

“Was that when Cane was shot?” Kay asked.

“When did you feel it? What time?” She asked.

“Around 11, 11:30 maybe,” Kay answered.

Lou shook her head. “No, he di… that happened as the sun was setting. What you felt was something else.”

“I think it’s time to resume your story,” Martin said.

Lou nodded. She told them that after Mark has patched her up, they keep moving so long as they had even a tiny bit of sunlight left they walked towards it.

***

Mark and Lou were moving slowly in the fading light, they were no longer on a path. They didn’t use a flashlight because they didn’t want to attract the attention of their pursuer. Mark led the way so that Lou could protect him from behind. They kept moving, even after the sunlight had gone. Cane had had a compass in his bag and Joncière was using it to make sure they were going the right way. This went on for an hour and then they saw a yellow haze in the sky.

“What is that?” Lou asked.

“Shit,” Mark swore. “It’s pollen. If we breathe it in it could kill us.”

“Fantastic,” Lou said sarcastically.

They changed direction trying to stay away from it, but the wind had picked up and was blowing it right at them.

“We aren’t going to be able to outrun it,” Lou said. She looked through Cane’s bag and pulled out a mask that was no doubt for this very reason, but there was only one. “Cover your mouth and nose with this.”

“What about you?” Mark asked, putting the mask on.

She pulled out a cloth, “I’ll be fine.”

They found a little cover under a bush with big leaves. The wave of pollen blew over them for any ten minutes before the air cleared again. As soon as the pollen was gone Lou started coughing and having trouble breathing.

“Damn it,” Mark grabbed the bag from her and dig around until he found an epipen and then he stuck her with it. Her breathing returned to normal almost immediately. “That won’t last, you’ll have to get an antidote once we get back across the Perimeter.

“Great,” Lou choked out.

Their clothes were covered in the yellow pollen. While wearing gloves they dusted themselves off as best they could. Then they continued on their way. They didn’t get far before Mark decided that it would be better to just bunker down for the night. So they found a place to settle down, hidden under a big bush. They drank water and ate some tasteless protein bars, then Mark yawned.

“You should try to get some sleep,” Lou said. “I’ll keep watch.”

“Are you sure?” Joncière asked.

Lou was a bit surprised by him asking. “Yeah, I’m here to protect you, remember?”

“Alright,” he said. “Wake me in a few hours and I’ll take over.”

Lou looked at him for a moment before nodding. “Deal.”

Mark cleared a spot on the ground to lay and used Cane’s bag as a pillow. He was asleep in just minutes. Lou sat in the dark, alone with her thoughts for about an hour before a sound caught her attention. It sounded like walking, but wrong somehow. Trying to be as silent as possible she looked around trying to see when the noise was coming from, luckily the moon was bright. Then she spotted the source of the sound, her heart immediately began to pound. It wasn’t the shooter, it was a wolf. Lou had never seen one in person, it was huge. It was sniffing around, she remembered from TV and old movies that wolves could track by sent and that they were in a whole new kind of danger now. Lou crept over to the sleeping Inquisitor and gently put her hand over his mouth. Mark flinched slightly when he woke up, he looked at Lou surprised, she put her finger to her lips. He nodded his head, she took her hand off of his mouth and then curled her finger telling him to follow her. The two moved silently to where Lou had seen the wolf and she pointed, Mark looked and saw the wolf too. His face paled, stepping back slowly, beckoning her to follow him. He took hold of Lou’s shoulders and pulled her close, his lips almost touched her ear where he whispered barely audible.

“We have to go, they hunt in packs.”

Lou had forgotten that detail. As quietly as they could they pick up their things and moved through the woods. They had barely managed to get 20 meters away when they heard the wolf howl.

“Run!” Lou called to Joncière.

The two ran through the trees, with only the moonlight to see by, with at least one wolf after them. The more they ran, the greater feeling of dread Lou felt. Suddenly Mark tripped and fell down in front of her, she was moving so fast that she tumbled over the top of him. They tried to get up and keep going, but they heard growling in the trees.

“Shit,” Lou said. She stood up and pulled out Cane’s gun. Pointing it out into the woods and turning slowly trying to see where the wolf was.

All Lou saw was darkness, another growl came from beside her, then another from the other side; they were surrounded. Panic threatened to over take her, she couldn’t see any way out of this, she could almost feel death in the air. Lou instinctively thought of the one person she wanted to see most, the one person who had become more important to her than she could have ever imagined, the person she loved so much, the one person who could save her right now: Kay Stone. And then as if guided by an unseen force she swept the gun back and forth. Then she fired, a whimper was heard, she moved and fired again, and a third time. Then her aim landed on one spot and didn’t move, she didn’t fire. Suddenly a wolf jumped out right at her, she pulled the trigger, the wolf landed on her knocking her to the ground.

“Reed!” Mark came up to her. He pushed the wolf off, Lou had a claw mark on her arm, but was otherwise fine, breathing hard.

“How did you..?” Mark started to asked. Then they heard more growling.

“Run!” Lou yelled.

They both got up and ran, a wolf was hot on their tail. They couldn’t outrun it, it was gaining on them. Suddenly the wolf leaped at Mark managing to sink its teeth into his leg, he cried out in pain. Lou turned and without any hesitation shot the wolf in the head, it fell dead, releasing Mark’s leg. Lou pulled him to his feet, threw his arm over her shoulder and drug him along with her, not sure if they were safe yet. The forest was quiet as they moved slowly along. Then Lou saw a huge fallen tree, it was the biggest tree she’d even seen. It had clearly been dead for a long time, huge parts of it were all rotted out, making it hollow in places. She led Mark to it, sat him down, and set to work, treating his leg.

“Reed,” his voice was weak.

“I know, I know,” she said, trying to hurry.

“No, stop,” he said, putting a hand on hers.

Lou stared at him. “What? Why?”

“It bit me…”

“I understand that, I’m trying to-“

“No, you don’t understand,” He began to wheeze. “Allergic… reaction.”

“Oh, crap,” Lou finally understood. She when back into Cane’s bag and looked for another epipen, Mark was struggling even more to breathe. “Hang on, hang on!”

Mark choked and then passed out.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Lou dumped the whole bag out and finally found what she needed. As fast as she could she read the directions and then give him the shot to him; nothing happened.

She laid him down flat and started CPR. “Damnit, Mark don’t you fucking die on me!”

Joncière gasped sharply and began breathing again.

“Glory to the United One,” Lou said softly.

Still gasping a bit Mark spoke: “careful, Reed. It almost sounded like you care about me.”

“Hey, I can’t have my favorite Inquisitor dying on me,” she joked. “I’ll stuck with a horrible one, like Güler.”

Their situation finally having an effect on him, Joncière laughed. “You’re alright, Lou Reed.”

“Yeah, you aren’t as big of a bastard as I originally thought either.”

Mark laughed again, and then he became serious. “That’s the second time you saved my life today, Reed.”

Lou shrugged. “Martin told me to keep you safe.”

“So he did,” Mark looked at her, they both knew that wasn’t what drove her. She protected out of instinct, not because of orders.

After that Lou finished treating the bit on Mark’s leg. She had to wash it thoroughly with alcohol to get all the wolf’s saliva out of the wound. Once that was done she bandaged it up. Then she found a hollow spot in the huge fallen tree that was hidden and they settled in for the rest of the night. Mark told Lou to go to sleep first, she was out in mere minutes. Her rest didn’t last, about two hours later she was awoken by her inability to breathe, Mark gave her another epi shot, and they traded. After Mark was asleep he was restless, feverish. Lou looked through Cane’s bag again and found an antibiotic which she gave to him, he settled down after awhile. Once Mark was sleeping soundly Lou climbed on top of the fallen tree where she could see at a much greater distance, even with just the moonlight. She never wore Mark again, afraid to sleep she just stayed awake the rest of the night keeping watch. When the sun started to raise Lou saw a man walking towards the tree she sat on, he carried a rifle on his left shoulder, he carried his right arm up, like his shoulder hurt. A plan formed in Lou’s mind.

She quietly climbed down the fallen tree and creeped in to the cover of the bushes along the path the shooter was walking. He had found the last wolf that Lou had killed, he stopped to inspect the area. She realized that he was a good tracker. She reached her hand out and tried to feel for the bullet that she had thrown into him. It took a little searching, but she found it, and twisted it inside him. The shooter screamed and grabbed his shoulder, dropping his rifle as he did. Lou twisted it harder, he fell to his knees. That’s when Lou came out of hiding, she walked up to him, picked up his rifle, and tucked it under her arm. She felt the pain behind her eyes and the blood that flowed down her face. She let up on her hold of the bullet a little. The shooter looked up at her.

“You’re a Psionic?” He asked, voice strained. “Why are you helping them?”

“Get up,” Lou ordered.

“Don’t you know what they think of you?”

“None of my business,” Lou said.

“You’re just a tool to them,” he said. “Not even fully human.”

“Heard it all before,” Lou was getting annoyed. “Now get up.”

“Listen,” he started to bargain. “My beef isn’t with you, I want the Inquisitor.”

“You can’t have him,” Lou growled.

“What, is he your lover?”

Lou scoffed.

“Why do you care so much?” The shooter said weakly.

“I don’t, it’s my job to protect him.”

“He doesn’t deserve your protection,” he said.

“You shot an innocent young man yesterday, I don’t care if he doesn’t deserve my protection. I’m taking you to face justice for the 19 year old you killed,” Lou said angrily.

Realizing that taking his way it wasn’t going to work, the shooter tried a different tactic. “The little shit deserved it, he killed my best friend. You’d better be sure to shower later, you might still have some of his brain in your hair.”

Lou felt a floor of emotions, fear, anger, horror, disgust, pain, lost. She twisted the bullet roughly inside him, he screamed.

“Get. Up.” Lou demanded. She felt the pain and the blood that ran from her eyes, but she ignored it.

“Okay, okay,” he cried.

Letting go a little, Lou stepped away from him. The shooter stood up, and Lou lead him back to the fallen tree.

“Mark! Wake up!” She called.

The Inquisitor was already awake. “Reed, where the hell have-” He saw who was with her. “Well done, Reed. I see you caught it our friend.”

Lou smiled, “yep, now let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Mark collected their things and limped over to Lou who held his arm over her shoulder and they moved towards the Perimeter as the sun was raising behind them.

***

“He struggled several more times trying to wear out my Psi, but he didn’t. You know the rest,” Lou ended the story.

They was silence in the room for several minutes as Martin and Kay processed everything they had just heard.

“How did you shot all those wolves, anyway?” Mark asked.

Lou just pointed at Kay.

Kay looked at her, confused.

“That’s what you felt when you were out with Ivo,” she told him. “You felt me and I felt you.”

Kay kept staring. “You felt me?”

“As real as if you stood behind me guiding my hands,” she looked at him. “You saved us.”

Kay didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Extraordinary,” Martin said looking at the pair of them.

“What?” Lou asked.

“How,” Mark started, “is that even possible?

“What?” Lou said again.

“I’ve never heard of it,” Kay said.

“What?!” Lou almost yelled.

Kay squeezed her hand. “Sorry. It’s just that I’ve never heard of a non-empath being able to feel an empath’s emotions or sense without physical contact.”

“But you feel me all the time,” she objected.

“I feel you, yes,” Kay said. “I have a very strong perception of you, but you don’t feel me every time I feel you, right?”

“No, that was the first time,” she admitted.

“Interesting,” Martin said. “We might have to check your Psi again, Kay. You may have gone up a stage.”

“But it isn’t just about his stage,” Mark said.

“No,” Martin agreed. “It’s about their bond,” he smiled, softly at the Psionics. “But now I think it’s time to end this conversation. You all should go home and get some rest. You three take the next two days off, no objections.”

They all nodded, and stood up.

“Monsieur Martin?” Kay said.

“Yes?” The Prior looked at his bodyguard.

“There was one more thing,” Kay hesitated.

“Danielle?” Martin called his secretary. “Would you help Lou get her belongings together?”

“Of course,” Danielle gently took Lou by the arm and the women walked out of the office.

The Prior look at Kay.

“It’s about the event,” Kay stated. “And Councilor Harmon.” He told them his suspicions about the councilor never greeting the Prior, the way he had watched Kay, and how it seemed that Kay’s Psi had led him to the councilor.

“That is very interesting, I appreciate your observations,” The Prior said. “Now go home, Kay.”

“Yes, sir,” Kay headed to the door, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

It was Mark Joncière’s hand. Kay looked at him surprised, Joncière had never so much as shook Kay’s hand.

“Take care of her, Stone,” he said seriously. “She is going to need you, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.”

Kay felt real, genuine concern in the Inquisitor. “I will,” he said sincerely. “And thank you, Monsieur, for everything you did for her out there.”

Joncière took his hand off of Kay and scoffed. “I did nothing really, she’s the one who got us out of there.”

“Take care, Monsieur Joncière,” Kay said.

“Good night, Stone,” he said.

And then they went home.

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Elements of Change

Chapter Sixteen: What Can't Be Healed

Author: Chris Bannor

The river pulled Ezo further away from the city of Pramas and when he was sure they were safe from attack, he turned his attention from their surroundings to Kammon. “How bad is it?” he asked.

“It’s nothing,” Kammon said, but his words were clipped and his lips were held in a tight line. “It’ll be just another scar before long.”

“And you thought Eques Lestan didn’t like you enough to give you a parting present,” Ezo teased.

Kammon gave him a small smile and that meant something. Ezo tried to think of what to do, but he’d never been the sick type and Jacob hadn’t been the healing type. He’d learned a little from Alvrey over their travels, but not enough to fully heal something like this.

Ember left her vantage point in the sky and landed on their makeshift raft between them. That, more than anything, made Ezo feel safe. Ember wouldn’t leave them unguarded if there was a doubt about pursuit. Ezo didn’t know if Lestan would follow them later, but for now, they were clear of the danger.

He turned to face Kammon and let out a deep breath. “I can’t heal you, but I might be able to help a little,” he offered.

“I’ll be fine, Ezo,” Kammon said.

“Then consider it a favor. Alvrey has been teaching me to heal but I’ve never tried it on more than a scraped knee I got along the way.”

“It’s not necessary.”

“Really? We were attacked by an eques with a grudge against you. I’m worried he’d going to send soldiers out for us. I’d like to know that you’re ready to fight if they show up.”

Kammon stared at him but when the soldier’s eyes tightened ever so slightly, Ezo thought he might have won. “The best I could probably do is stop the bleeding anyway. Maybe take a little of the pain.”

For some reason, not being able to fully heal him seemed to be the argument that got Kammon to nod.

“When we got off this river,” Kammon agreed. “I don’t trust you not to capsize us both when you try.”

It was a weak tease, but Ezo smiled at Kammon for the effort. “I might leave you to bleed out, just for that.”

Ember butted her head against Kammon’s arm, then jumped back up into the air above them. “She’ll find us a safe place to land,” Kammon said while Ezo watched her flying high above them.

It would be pretty amazing to have an effigy like that, a purely magical creature brought into the world by the sheer existence of your power. Sometimes he forgot who he was traveling with. Others, he was painfully reminded that Kammon was an elemental of far higher abilities than he’d ever have.

When Ember found a stable landing, Ezo used the water to bring them close enough and helped Kammon onto land again. They were in a clearing that was encircled by tall grass, hidden from anyone passing through. It was a good place to land. And a good place for healing.

“Have a seat,” he ordered Kammon. The man opened his mouth to protest but Ezo reached over and pushed on his shoulder. He was in more pain than Ezo had realized, or he’d used up his reserves because Kammon went down with little resistance.

Kammon scowled at him, but Ezo put it out of his mind. Instead, he took a deep breath and calmed himself. He reached out for the magic around him, careful to pull equally on the elements. When he opened his eyes, he could see the warm light of healing that Alvrey had taught him. He was barely able to do anything with it, but he vowed to learn more now that he’d found the players again. He wasn’t going to go off on his own unprepared again.

Kammon’s eyes grew wide as he watched Ezo reach a hand to his shoulder. Ezo felt the magic rest against Kammon’s skin, then he felt the healing as it began to seep into the wound.

The ice blade had gone all the way through, but with its removal, Kammon’s shoulder had bled freely. Ezo did a rudimentary job of stitching flesh and skin back together. He felt the bleeding stop and though it would need time to heal, it was the best he could do. It would scar if Alvrey didn’t care for it, but they would be with her soon.

He took a deep breath as he looked to make sure there were no other wounds hidden from him when he felt the pull of something deeper. He was drawn towards it and he edged closer. Something dark was buried within Kammon, like a snake wrapped around his spine, constricting him at the very core. It moved with Kammon’s every breath, slithering across bone, etching itself even stronger in the man’s magic. It was terrible and yet Ezo could feel the power that flowed from it; he reached toward it, the healing light against the venomous beast that wanted to swallow Kammon whole.

Ezo’s magic came closer and as it did, he felt the beast become aware of him like it was a living breathing creature. He wanted to confront it, to rip it from Kammon’s core. As he turned his magic to the task, the darkness jumped at him.

Ezo stumbled backward, magic failing as Ember flew into him, knocking him away from Kammon. He landed hard on the clearing floor.

“What the hell are you doing?” Kammon demanded.

“What was that?” Ezo was too shaken to do anything but sit there, staring up at Kammon. The other man had his fists clenched and his face was pale.

“I warned you. Some things can’t be healed. Do you have any idea what you would have done?”

“No! Tell me!”

Kammon glared at him a moment before he turned away without answering. “Get up. Your healing is done and we’re leaving.”

Kammon didn’t wait for him but walked off as Ember landed on his shoulder. Ezo scrambled up, confused and exhausted from the day’s use of magic, but he had to follow. The quicker they got to Alvrey the quicker he could make sense of what he'd felt. As he got closer to Kammon, Ember turned to look at him. The falcon screeched at him, then launched herself into the air.

They walked quietly for a few minutes before Ezo couldn’t stand it any longer. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

Kammon let out a deep breath, then stopped and turned to face him. “The question is, are you? Do you feel different?”

“I’m fine,” he said. “I was worried about you. I must have hurt you for Ember to attack.”

Kammon rolled his eyes and began walking. “You’re an idiot.”

“What?” Ezo caught up with him, ready for another fight, but he was surprised when Kammon just gave him a small smile.

“Ember didn’t attack you. She was protecting you.”

“From what?”

“Something you don’t need to worry about ever again.”

“Kammon, whatever that was, it’s not good. You have to let us help you.”

“I know what you saw Ezo, and there is no healing it.”

Ezo was about to ask Kammon to explain what it was but the other man must have sensed the question coming because he stopped Ezo with another comment.

“But thank you. The healing you did on my shoulder is good work. It feels much better.”

It was an offer of truce and Ezo had spent enough time with the Disavowed to know that. If Ezo pushed it would only drive him away.

“It’ll do. Until Alvrey can heal you at least.”

They walked in silence for thirty minutes before they found the players on the road. Alvrey had returned before them. The wagon had been easy to get, however, she’d had to distract the innkeeper while Mathis and Tamis broke into their rooms to steal their belongings back.

When Alvrey took Kammon into her wagon for healing, Ezo sat on the outside, trying to relax. He wasn’t worried about Eques Lestan anymore. Pramas could empty and they’d deal with it if he had to, but the darkness creeping in Kammon’s soul haunted Ezo.

He clutched his left hand against his chest and could almost feel the hunger as it lunged for him. What would have happened if it had touched him? There was a lot he didn’t know, but now more than ever he felt out of his element. He had to know more, and if Kammon wouldn’t tell him, he’d search the world until he found someone who would.

Author's Note:What is the darkness inside of Kammon? And will Ezo be able to get him to talk about it? I'm taking bets :P Wanna find out earlier? Check out episodes earlier at www.reamstories.com/chrisbannor

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